Linda repeated. “Seems like I know that name. How long has he been on the force, C.W.?” “He’s no rookie,” C.W. said. “My guy said he’s been around for maybe seven or eight years. He used to work for the DeKalb Sheriff’s Office before he went with the city.” I took a sip of coffee. “So Ragan and his partners both worked off-duty gigs through John Boylan, but only Ragan was a Shamrock. And he got killed. Bucky worked an off-duty gig through Boylan, and he was a Shamrock, and he’s also got a bullet in his head. What does any of this mean?” C. W. and Linda looked at me expectantly. “I saw Lloyd Mackey this afternoon,” I said. “And I tried to get him interested in the idea that cops were involved in this holdup gang. He went through the roof. Wouldn’t even consider the idea.” “What do you expect?” C.W. said. “Even I think it’s kind of far-fetched.” “There’s something else,” I added. And then I told them about Bishop’s friend Fiske and his ambush at the ATM machine.
