Authors: Michael Harvey

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Brighton (27 page)

HE SAT
at his desk with the windows open, a fresh breeze running uphill and blowing through the apartment. The place was bare, walls scraped clean, everything he owned boxed up and shipped off to its new home. All that was left was a blue-and-white Nike bag he’d parked by his feet. And the FedEx package. He opened it and pulled out a manila envelope from the office of the Suffolk County District Attorney.
KEVIN
was written across the front in Lisa’s beautiful cursive—cursive that was chock-full of the future, her future, if only everyone cooperated. It had taken all of three weeks for Lisa to take Frank DeMateo’s job. At a hastily called press conference, he announced he was stepping down to spend more time with his family. In return for his abdication, Lisa quietly agreed to support him if he ever put together a run for attorney general. Of course, there was every chance she’d be his opposition, but that particular shiv would have to wait for another day to find its way into the Republican’s ample back. For now, Lisa was calling the shots.

Kevin broke the seal on the envelope just as his phone rang. Lisa’s name flashed up on caller ID. Kevin pulled out a thick sheaf of papers and began to pick through them. The first page covered
the money and the business. They’d found nearly two million dollars spread across four bank accounts, all of them linked back to Bridget. Between the cab office and the cellar of the apartment in J.P., another quarter million in cash and product—cocaine, heroin, hashish.

Kevin turned to the second page. A list of Bridget’s dead.

Finn McDermott. The person she kept closest and someone to take the blame when things went south.

Rosie Tallent. Tasked by James Harper to find out who was cutting into Fidelis’s drug trade. Asked the wrong questions and paid with her life. It was Harper who’d eventually be convicted of Rosie’s murder—not part of Bridget’s plan but still ironic as hell.

Sandra Patterson. The one that counted. Lisa’s office took a statement from one of Bridget’s rank-and-file couriers, a student at BC who had a bad feeling about Sandra and passed his suspicions up the food chain where, the D.A. surmised, they came to Bridget’s attention.

Chrissy McNabb. Bridget’s grade-school classmate and a good customer. Did she make the wrong remark to her school pal? Rely on that old connection a little too heavily? In the end, it didn’t really matter. She was dead all the same.

Seamus Slattery. An Irishman whose one good eye turned out to be too big for his stomach.

Scott and Colleen Carson. A manager at the Royal identified Bridget as the woman who’d knocked on Scott’s hotel room door. Scott had been pushing dope for Bridget and thus a loose end that needed tying up. As for Colleen, Lisa assumed Bridget was going to frame her for Scott’s murder but still hadn’t figured out why Colleen had written the note they’d found in her pocket. Kevin could have helped with that. More than anything his baby sister
had always wanted Bridget’s approval and would do anything for it, right up until the moment Bridget threw her off a roof.

The phone rang, two, three, four more times. Kevin turned to the last item in the package, a set of pages stapled together and covered by a clear plastic cover. Bridget’s autopsy report.

The official cause of death was at the top of page two. SUICIDE. No mention of the rope marks around Bridget’s neck. No mention of Lollipops’s body, pulled out of the water by a police boat in the dead of night after the camera crews had left and the river had gone dark. No mention of Bobby. And no mention anywhere of Curtis Jordan. Damn the accountants. The books were being balanced, then closed for good. Better for the new D.A., better all around.

Kevin collected the paperwork and slid it back in the FedEx sleeve, setting it on the desk between his hands. The phone had stopped ringing. Downstairs, Mo Stanley was waiting patiently in a car packed for Chicago. He zipped open his bag and shoved the FedEx package inside. At the bottom of the bag were the dozen or so notebooks Bridget had kept detailing her crimes, including how she killed her grandmother. Kevin’s grandmother. At the very bottom of the bag was a loaded thirty-eight with gray tape wrapped around the grip. A final gift from his ex. The one with the killer smile. She sure as hell didn’t want it and probably figured he’d take care of it as well as anyone. He pulled out the gun and held it in his hands. It was the alpha and the omega. The beginning and the end. For Kevin they’d always be one and the same. He jammed the piece back in his bag, closed the windows in the apartment, and left. The phone started ringing again until it stopped. Then, it was quiet.

Acknowledgments

If my bones are Chicago, my blood is Boston, and specifically Brighton. It’s where I grew up, a place most of my family still calls home, and, like any childhood neighborhood, an integral part of who I am. It was a lot of fun returning to those streets and setting this novel there. Hope you enjoy it.

Thanks to my editor, Zachary Wagman, who believed in this book from the beginning and pushed to make it all it could be. Thanks to his boss, Dan Halpern, as well as all the folks at Ecco who have been so passionate and worked so hard to get this book into the hands of readers. Thanks also to my agent, David Gernert, and my early readers, Garnett Kilberg Cohen from Columbia College in Chicago and Patrick Sviokla. Thanks to my family and friends in Boston, Chicago, and all points in between.

Finally, thanks to my wife, Mary Frances, for her unending patience and support. Love you.

About the Author

MICHAEL HARVEY’S
six previous novels include
The Chicago Way
and
The Governor’s Wife.
He’s also a journalist and documentarian whose work has won multiple news Emmys, two Primetime Emmy nominations, and an Academy Award nomination. Raised in Boston, he now resides in Chicago.

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Also by Michael Harvey

The Governor’s Wife

The Innocence Game

We All Fall Down

The Third Rail

The Fifth Floor

The Chicago Way

Credits

COVER DESIGN BY ALLISON SALTZMAN

COVER PHOTOGRAPH:
SIEGEL EGGS / HAYMARKET / BOSTON 1973
© JOHN GOODMAN (DETAIL, ORIGINAL BELOW)

TITLE PAGE ART ©MILOJE/SHUTTERSTOCK

Copyright

This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

BRIGHTON
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