Collateral Damage

Bea Collins was troubled when she went to Hannibal Jones' office. Her fianceé Dean had disappeared. Hannibal Jones, the troubleshooter, agreed to help her, even though he feared that his quarry had simply run off with another woman after taking most of Bea's money.

Little did Hannibal suspect that he would find Dean just before the man was accused of the bloody murder of a co-worker.

Suddenly, Hannibal has a new client. Not only do the murder weapon and other evidence point to Dean, but Dean can't seem to remember what happened. Police believe that Dean might be following in the footsteps of his own mother, who had been convicted of killing Dean's father. Or was Dean covering for his mother, now out of prison and considered a possible serial killer.

The trail leads from Washington DC to Las Vegas and even to Germany, where Hannibal stumbles upon a third murder which seems linked to Dean's life. The web of murder also ties Dean to his sexy female boss, as well as the man Dean is accused of murdering.

The killings have destroyed the lives connected to them, friends and family who represent the murder's collateral damage. It soon becomes clear that Hannibal will have to solve all three cases in order to clear Dean's name.

Isaac sent Anna into the corner with one last backhand slap before responding to the pounding behind him. "If this is one of your nosy neighbor friends, they’ll get the same as you," he said. He shuffled his broad frame to the door to stare through the small pane just below his eye level. Somebody was there but it was too dark to see them. Arrogance rumbling in his throat, he flung the door wide.

His visitor offered more than a few surprises. First, he was dressed rather formally, in a black suit and tie. He wore black leather driving gloves and dark sunglasses, despite the fact that the moon was out behind him. He must have been black too, but he was awfully light for a black man, more like the color of coffee if you used real cream. And his hair was wavy, but not kinky like all the black guys at Redskins camp before they threw him out. For his temper, they said. As if having a temper was bad for a lineman.

"You know, a woman screaming like that will attract people’s attention," the black guy said. Isaac figured the most surprising thing about this guy was that he was smiling. He looked so relaxed, Isaac was tempted to relax too. Some of the rage was seeping out of him. He glanced down at his bruised left knuckles, then back up at the man at the door. Well not up, really. The black guy was a good four inches shorter, which would make him just about six feet tall.

The newcomer also looked at Isaac’s big knuckles, and his smile dimmed just a bit. He kept one hand wrapped around the other in front of him. When he looked up, his gaze focused past Isaac for a moment, then he looked up into Isaac’s face. "My name is Hannibal Jones. My little friend back there called me because he thought you folks might be having some trouble. "Mind if I come in?"

Isaac looked behind himself to see a scrawny black kid, maybe twelve years old, crouching at the back of the room. As he did, his new visitor slid past him. None of the other busy bodies who came to the door ever tried to come in, not even the cops. Not until they asked Anna if they should, and she was always smart enough to say no. Not that this guy was any threat. Isaac had maintained his training weight, almost three hundred twenty-five pounds, a good hundred fifty pound advantage over the intruder from the look of him.

Hannibal walked to the center of the room, and seemed to anchor himself there. The boy stood frozen against the far wall. Hannibal stared hard at the woman in the corner, petite, cowering, waving him away. Her mouth formed the words "go now" without sound. He resumed that damned arrogant smile and returned his attention to Isaac.

"So, er...where’s your boy?" Not a question Isaac expected. Usually the intruders started with "why are you doing this" or "what did she do to make you do this" or some such idiocy, as if they really cared. This guy didn’t seem concerned about why. Isaac wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

"In his room," Isaac growled, flipping his head menacingly, his dirty blond hair dancing across his face. "What’s it to you?"

Hannibal pointed to the boy leaning against the wall and said "Monty, please." The boy ran back into the house. Isaac stepped toward him, but Hannibal stepped into his path.

"Monty goes to school with Nicky. He might just want to tell his friend goodnight, eh?"

Isaac hesitated for a moment, then his eyes flared as he realized for the first time that he was losing control of the situation. "Get out of my house!" he roared, his teeth bared like a cornered animal. "Get out now!"

Hannibal stood his ground, his nose wrinkling as he stared up into Isaac’s big face. Was that some kind of subtle insult to Isaac’s breath? And so what if it was? Wasn’t a man entitled to a few beers on the weekend in his own house? Isaac could feel the blood pumping back into his face, knew he would be getting red as he always did just before the explosion. At least, that’s what Anna always said. His fists shook at his sides. The smaller man slowly raised his left hand to chest height, his palm facing Isaac.

"How about we clear the field first? Doesn’t it seem crowded in here to you?"

Isaac watched his son and the black kid run past behind Hannibal, and out the door. Isaac was surprised Nicky left without even looking up, not a backward glance at his old man. Something like regret flitted through his mind, and the rage dimmed just a bit.

"My boy..."

"Yes," Hannibal said quietly. "And now the lady, okay?"

The black kid was back in the house, taking Anna’s hand, helping her to her feet. They were walking behind the smaller man. She walked slowly, limping. Isaac was aware then of his power. And while he watched her, she turned her face to him. A red trail led down from her nose. Purple patches stood under her deep blue eyes, almost like the paint he used to put on before a game. But her eyes still cut into him, as they had earlier this evening, before it all started.

"No!" Isaac screamed.