Marcus Taggert’s head bobbed rhythmically to a tune inside his head. It reminded Dara of the little doggie statues seen long ago in the rear windows of cars. “You are certainly in a good mood,” she teased him.
“I’ve got reason to be.” He smiled brilliantly. “I think you are gonna be in a good mood, too, when you hear this.” Marcus motioned for the Assistant District Attorney to follow him into one of the interrogation rooms. Almost jauntily he pulled out a chair from beneath the scarred table and directed Dara to sit. “Things are looking up, Dara,” Marcus said. Across the table the detective turned his chair around and straddled it. “Really looking up.”
“Marcus, what is going on?”
The detective leaned forward. “Yesterday we got a tip about Sonny’s operation.” He paused for dramatic effect. “And it was solid.”
“A tip? What kind? And who?!”
Taggert smiled at Dara’s rapid-fire questions. He knew that she would be as psyched about the development as he was. Both he and Dara had invested many hours in an effort to bring down the Corinthos crime organization.
“It was really small potatoes,” Marcus admitted. “But that doesn’t matter. For the first time,” he said, his eyes wide with enthusiasm, “Sonny and Anger-boy didn’t know we were coming. We caught their guys with some minor violations. Not even their resident mouthpiece was able to shake these arrests!”
Dara smiled at the thought of Alexis Davis being unaware and unsuccessful.
“Yeah,” Marcus laughed, “I thought you’d like that part.”
“So, who is your informant?” Dara asked after her amusement had faded.
“It was an anonymous tip.”
“You have no idea who it could be?”
“Nope.” Taggert was unfazed. “Hey, listen. If this guy continues to give us the kind of tips that he did yesterday, he can keep his secret. Right now, all I want is Corinthos and Morgan.”
