Day 138 - Wrong Time Right City

 Wrong Time Right City

 Matthew Ryan Fischer

 

Sonny had come to Jakarta at the wrong time. The city was in crisis. There was a gunman loose on the streets and the police were fully focused on that. Tattoos in Bandung that connected to a now defunct Jakarta gang meant very little to their current emergency. The Reavers had been street thugs, collecting ransom money from neighborhood stores, but they weren’t killers like this.

Sonny asked around about Vic from the pirate task force, but he was either undercover or back at sea or any of the old timers that knew him were gone. It had been over ten years, so some turnover was to be expected. But it threw Sonny when he thought about it. He knew it, but hadn’t fully realized it. Ten years was a million criminals ago. What had once been black stubble was mostly silver and white not. Where the time had went, Sonny didn’t know, but there were times he barely recognized himself in the mirror.

He called an old contact at Interpol and start the process of tracking Vic down. But that could take days or weeks. And it was a long shot at best that he would not only remember a pirate tattoo from back then, but also know anything about his current whereabouts.

Sonny thought it might be time to head back to Bandung and see how the investigation was going there. The police were tracking down all of Quer and Amer’s financials, and it seemed more and more like there were clear signs of embezzlement, fraud and money laundering. Sonny preferred to be in the field, and looking at spreadsheets and numbers all day made his head hurt, but as far as clues went, this was an obvious direction with obvious connections and implications. Bank accounts and routing numbers would tell the tale and might link him to viable suspects for the murders.

Sonny thanked the police captain for his help and was about to report the transfer to his supervisors, when word came in about a partial tattoo on the arm of the shotgun killer.

The number two.

Sonny studied the report and compared it to the pictures he had of thirty-three. He was sure the styles were a match. Some officer on the other side of town named Declan had started his own investigation into the tattoos.

Sonny decided he needed to report to his supervisors, but tell them about a slightly different transfer. He might need to circle back to Bandung, but right now, even with the city on lockdown, he had to follow up with Declan and figure out if there were any connections.