Nights Dance To Day~~~Chapter 7

Chapter 7

　

I met Pete Flanery at his apartment after getting back to the city. We both knew that the job was not done. Not until Johnny Martin was dealt with once and for all. He was a loose end that needed to be cleaned up.

“Where is Keane?”, Pete
“I sent him home with Franny. The rest I can handle alone.”
"Look, I got Erik to give up Martin’s real home address. It’s a two man job. I’m coming.”, Pete.
“I don’t want to drag you in this any farther than I already have.”
“I’m in! Shut up, reload and get some rest. Your going to need it.”, Pete.

Martin’s house was in the small village of Sands Point, NY on Long Island. The guy was living the good life just 25 miles from the city. Raising a family and acting like the upright citizen he wanted everyone to see. He hid the scum bag he was behind PTA meetings and church events. The good guy citizen, loved by everyone. No one suspected what he really was.

Sands Point was a tough place to grab Martin. Even parking without a permit was a suspicious act. Surveillance was a nightmare. We rented two cars and drove around the village to get the lay of the land. We split the town in half and each spent about an hour driving around looking for entrance and exit points we could exploit. Martin’s neighborhood was full of kids playing outside and people walking around. Police patrols were frequent. There was no place to get at him in Sands Point without drawing to much attention.

Pete and I met in Port Washington, just down the road from Sands Point. A decision was made to follow Martin from his house back to the city and get a feel for his route and routine. By now he knew what had occurred at his Connecticut hideout; he would be in the alert.

Pete did the surveillance on Martin; following him from Long Island back to Brooklyn and to his club. I stood watch at the club and waited. Both of us looking for some entry point to get at Martin.

Keane had called me several times; I had ignored the calls. The same message every time; “Where are you? When will you come home?” The first question I did not want to answer. The second I had no idea how to answer. All I knew was that I no longer wanted Keane involved. This had to be all on me now. If it went south; I would find a way to get Pete clear of everything and take the blame myself.

I called Keane and filled him in on what I wanted him to know; keeping the rest to myself. I told him I would get home as soon as possible.

Pete and I met the two days later to compare notes. We both knew that this was going to be tough and dangerous. I told Pete that there was heavy activity at Steam and getting to him there was going to be impossible. We already knew that a move in Sands Point was out.

Pete said that Martin was traveling with two body guards. Professionals this time. But there was a place that they stopped for coffee after crossing into Port Washington . There was a coffee shop on the corner where Shore Road met Main Street. They bought coffee there every morning and then sat in Sunset Park, across the street from the coffer shop, and drank the coffee while Martin made cell phone calls he obviously could not make from home.

We would hit them there.