"You just got to trust me, Simmons."
It wasn’t easy, but Kirk finally got out of Nick’s apartment, and more importantly, got out of the apartment without giving him any information. What now? Kirk knew something wasn’t right with all this. Why the different stories? Why was the team led to believe that Mike Black had something to do with agent Patterson’s death? If Black isn’t involved, why is the DEA investigating him? Those were all good questions, none of which he had the answers to. Whatever was going on, there was one thing he was sure of: He needed to cover his ass and do it quick.
The first step was to make a call. "Captain, this is Kirk. Listen, there is something weird going on here that I need to make you aware of." He went on to tell his captain about the inconsistencies in the stories about what went on two days ago at Black’s Paradise.
"Wait a minute, Kirk. If she wasn’t involved in the meeting, and one of the Latinos Patterson was meeting with shot him, what the fuck are they investigating Black for?"
"That’s exactly my point," Kirk said as Detective Richards came into his office. He motioned for Richards to sit down and be quiet.
"And if there is some shit in this, that means that asshole Marshall is in it with the fuckin’ DEA. Fuckin’ state senator, shit!"
"This could get messy."
"Tell me about it."
"Look, Captain, I checked with Narcotics like you told me to, and they agree with me. Black’s got no share in the drug game."
"I know. I talked to Sanchez too. So, if that’s the case, they’re either after Black for some other reason and they’re using drugs as a cover, or they’re using him to divert attention from the real players."
"Or both," Kirk threw in.
"In either case, it’s political. Thanks for the heads up, Kirk," the captain said.
He was about to hang up when Kirk yelled, "Slow down, captain. Whatever you’re about to do, I need to be a part of," he said quickly. "What are you about to do?"
"First thing to do is find out exactly what went on down there. Hold on, Kirk." While the captain called the Bahamian police, Kirk explained the situation to his partner. When the captain came back on the line, he told Kirk, "The Bahamian police confirmed your guy’s version."
"What do we do now?" Kirk asked.
"I’m gonna start covering our asses and maybe, just maybe, take down a bad guy or two. You do nothing. Hear me, Kirk?" the captain ordered. "Nothing unless I authorize it."
"Yes, sir," Kirk said quietly.