Spotting the cross street he wanted, Jack spun left. By the time his two left wheels hit the pavement again, he had his target in sight. He floored it. Gotcha.
Forty damn years old and Jack Riley could still play a gutsy game of chicken. Vaughns head turned. He saw the inevitable rushing toward him and Jack grinned. He was either going to turn Vaughn toward the highway entrance ramp or T-bone him.
Only Vaughn didnt understand the rules of the game he was playing.
Turn, you son of a bitch. Turn!
Vaughns SUV loomed larger and larger. He was close enough to see Vaughns oh, shit expression now, close enough to count down the seconds until impact or victory, close enough to
A blur of blue and red flashed through Jacks peripheral vision. In the same instant a bold, taunting voice blared across his radio. Ive got this one, old man! Back off!
A black-and-white unit whipped around the corner in front of him, almost clipping Jacks right fender. Adrenaline whooshed out of his body as Jack stomped on the brakes to avoid the crash. Shit. Billington!
Vaughn jerked his vehicle to the left as Jack skidded through the intersection behind him. In the seconds it took Jack to regain control of his truck, Vaughns SUV and the black-and-white unit had careened onto the highway ramp. He was blocks behind the chase already. But Paul Billington kept his speed steady, falling into close pursuit.
Hed asked for backup, hadnt he? But Jack had been looking for his seasoned drug enforcement team to show up and save the daynot this fast and furious wannabe whod answered the call from street patrol.
Cursing the young hotshot, Jack closed the distance between them, slipping into the unfamiliar role of playing backup on the arrest he was supposed to have made. Damn it, Billington! Jack watched the black-and-white police car slide into position to tap the rear of Vaughns vehicle and slam him into a spinout. They were going too fast. Too damn fast. Billington!
The kid was cocky. Reckless.
Perfect.
In a matter of seconds, the perps car had rolled to a stop in the ditch and Billington was dragging a dazed Lorenzo Vaughn from behind his deflating air bag. Jack pulled up in front of the wreck and climbed out. Nice driving, Jack conceded. I appreciate the help.
Happy to save your ass anytime, Grandpa.
Damn schmuck.
With Eric Mesner and the rest of the team finally reaching the scene to set up traffic control around the accident, Jack lowered his voice and reprimanded the young officer for the unnecessary risk hed taken upon himself. Speeding through a residential neighborhood where collateral damage is a definite possibility is not the way to prove youve got the cajones to make the drug squad.
Billington jerked Vaughn to his feet and turned him toward the black-and-white. Back in the day, when you set the police course driving record Ive been trying to break since my rookie year, you would have gotten the job done yourself instead of calling for backup and giving me a lecture. Maybe its time to step aside and let some new blood into vice.
Back in the day? Jack winced at the mix of awe and sympathy in Billingtons tone. Im hardly ready to retire.
Oh, yeah? Billingtons expression blazed with an arrogance all too reminiscent of Jacks earlier days on the force. Who just made this arrest?
Good work, buddy. Eric Mesner patted his shoulder as Jack eased the tight clench of his fists. Its good to see that bastard finally going to jail.
Nodding, Jack replayed the nights events in his head, trying to figure out where hed lost that half-second advantage to Vaughnand Billingtonand wondering just how many other young bloods in NPD had taken to calling him Old Man and Grandpa.
Eric nodded his approval to Billington as he closed the back door of the official vehicle on Lorenzo Vaughn. Ive got the rest of the team securing the Suburban. Well check the accessible places for any hidden drugs. Otherwise, itll be up to the lab to break it down. In the meantime, Im looking forward to putting him in an interrogation room and finding out how hes getting his supply into Nashville in the first place.
You still coming over to the house for barbecue tomorrow afternoon? Eric switched topics as smoothly as Jack eased through the gears on his truck. I figure itll be the last weekend we can be outside before the cooler weather sets in. The kids and the missus havent seen you for a while. Not since you and Rosie broke up.
Hell. His ego was taking it in the shorts tonight. There was no woman at home for him anymore, waiting to listen to his troubles, willing to ease his doubts and frustrations with the lush warmth of her body. Jacks live-in lover of over a year had moved out a month ago because her job offer in St. Louis had been more tempting than a marriage proposal from him.
He liked Erics kids, was godfather to his oldest son. Even Erics wife welcomed him like a long-lost brother. But he didnt feel much like celebrating with the family right now. Jack turned and headed back to his truck. I dont know.
Dont know what? Eric followed. Hey. We got our guy. Well find where the cars and drugs are coming from. The rest will fall into place. We did good.
No, Eric, we sucked. Jack pulled up and turned to his partner. I sucked. If it wasnt for Hotshots help back there, Vaughn would have gotten away. He could have dumped the car and the drugs and wed have zilch. Nada. Nothing.
So we had an off night. Eric propped his hands on his hips at the hem of his flak vest and shrugged. How many times in the past have we had to punt and go to Plan Bor C or Dbecause Plan A didnt work out?
Jack raked his fingers through his hair. Yeah, but we were always able to make B, C and D work for ourselves. We never had to have some punk ride in to save our asses before.
Erics dark eyes narrowed in that wise, patient way of his as he tried to assess Jacks surly mood. We may be slowing down, but our glory days are hardly over.
Slowing down? Shit. Just the kind of pep talk he didnt need.
BACK IN THE DAY, MY ASS. Jack thumped the trucks steering wheel with his fist. It was late. He was tired. And his patience with himself had worn down to the driving need for an ice-cold beer or a long, hot lay to purge the restless frustration that gnawed at him.
But he was still on the clock, and there was no sweet, sophisticated Rosie waiting for him back home.
He couldnt keep a woman. Couldnt do the job. Eric had said it was an off day. That theyd crack the case tomorrow. Damn optimist. Probably why Erics wife had stuck with him for almost twenty years. Probably why Jack respected his partner so much. Eric could see the promise of tomorrow. He believed in it.
Meanwhile, Jack? Well, hell. Even with the windows down and the damp autumn air blowing in his face as he cruised along Interstate 40, he couldnt seem to cool down. Something was eating at him tonight.
And it damn well wasnt the fact that he was forty, unattached and horny as hell with some adolescent need to prove he was still the man he once was. Yeah, right.
Exiting the highway, Jack veered onto BroadwayNashvilles brightly lit, noisy magnet for tourists, partygoers and country-music star wannabes. Maybe thered be a purse snatcher or scam artist he could haul in to headquarters. Thats it. Make an arrest. Protect and serve.