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life, his own destiny. When your sister is murdered by a dirty cop, it leaves no illusion that you actually are in control of anything. Hawk hated that. He wanted to be in control of everything.
    Hawk watched the traffic behind him in his rear view mirror. A black Chevy Tahoe had pulled into traffic at the same time as he had and now was pacing him, 5 car lengths behind. He would have to keep an eye on that.
    This afternoon’s mission was simple. Tail the guy the Senator was having lunch with right now and figure out who he was and if they should be watching him. Craig would call him on his cell if the guy left the restaurant before he got there. 
    Hawk pulled into the parking lot of The Riverboat and waited to hear from Craig. He watched the Tahoe drive past and figured it must have been a coincidence.
    He watched the door to the restaurant and let his thoughts go. As usual they ran over everything he had to do, making sure he hadn’t missed anything. Vivian’s DNA swabs had been sent to the CODIS laboratory 3 days ago. Check. He had last seen Norman Foster 1 week ago and he was supposed to go see him again tomorrow at 3 p.m. Check. He had talked to the warden this morning and arranged putting Foster in general population overnight tonight, with a discreet guard. They wanted him to feel threatened, but not actually be shanked by someone. Check.
    Well that was his to-do list. Now he had to be a little more tight with his thoughts and keep them under closer watch so they didn’t go off in some direction he didn’t want them to. Sometimes his mind wanted to do stupid things, like think about women and get him all worked up, when he knew there were no women in his life and there hadn’t been any for a long time.
    Except Vivian. She’s in your life, she could be in your life more, some small part of his mind whispered.
    Hawk gritted his teeth and shut that part down quickly. That is exactly the kind of thing he didn’t want to think about.
    His phone rang, startling him.
    He picked it up. “Go.”
    “They are paying the check,” Craig said, relaying the information the hostess had given him.
    “Got it, I’ll be watching for them.” Hawk hung up the phone and started his car, then hid behind a newspaper.
    The door opened and the Senator came out, alone. He got into his silver Bentley without a glance Hawk’s way. Hawk saw his tail, a young agent from the local office, start up his car and follow him. The door opened again and a man fitting the description they’d received came out. He was short, only about 5 feet, 5 inches tall, but dressed better than the Senator in a gray, pinstriped, Brioni suit. Hawk shook his head. His outfit probably cost $11,000 but it didn’t hide the holster and gun he wore under his arm. That, plus the dark complexion, and quick, darting eyes screamed LA mobster to Hawk.
    The man got into a flashy yellow Hummer H2. Well, at least he would be easy to follow. Hawk jotted down the license plate number. The Hummer pulled out, and Hawk followed, staying back as far as he dared. He looked in his rearview mirror and felt his blood pressure skyrocket. The black Tahoe was pulling out into traffic from roadside parking. The bastard must have gone around the block and parked where Hawk couldn’t see him.
    He called Craig. “I’ve got the plate.”
    “Shoot.”
    Hawk read off the plate to Craig and waited, hearing the click of Craig’s keyboard in the background.
    Craig whistled in the phone and said, “You’re never gonna believe this one.”
    “Let me guess, LA mob.”
    “What? How did you know?”
    Hawk laughed. “He fits the type. What’s the name?”
    “Johnny Frabrazio, of Altopra Hills, Los Angeles.”
    “Got it. We are heading west on Ridge Avenue. He’s not in a hurry. Now I’ve got something you’re never gonna believe.”
    “What?”
    “I’m being followed. Black Tahoe. Since headquarters.”
    “Shit. Got a plate?”
    “Not yet. I’ll call you back when I do.” Hawk