Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 71090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, sickened beyond belief that someone that’d promised to love and protect my child, my little girl, had so little regard for her that he could do something like this.
It may have been only by association, but it was still because of him that it’d happened at all.
“What else has your man found?” I asked, standing up to gather my things that I would need.
“Newest address listed as living with a one David Dewitt. Also has a rental apartment on South Tenth Street,” he answered. “I’m on the way there now.”
“No, you are not. You don’t need to have anything to do with this. Back off.” I ordered.
“You can’t order me to do anything,” Foster argued.
I laughed.
Watch me.
Hanging up, the next call was made to my brother.
“Hello?” Darren answered on the fourth ring.
“I need you to call in the SWAT team. Now.”
Chapter 22
My heart bleeds as I think about losing the man that I compared all my potential husband’s to.
-Blake
Foster
I was livid.
Shank had had me pulled into a fucking meeting, and there was not a damn thing I could do about it. Not if I wanted to keep my job.
Chief Rhodes had been careful to let me know that before hanging up, having called me personally.
I stomped into the Chief’s office, livid that I was here when I should be somewhere else.
“What’s going on?” I asked darkly.
The Chief looked up, and sat back in his computer chair.
“What’d you do to piss him off?”
I shook my head. “Not a damn fucking thing. I found a lead on Quentin Ortiz. He told me to stay away. And made sure I did.”
“He what?” He asked, jackknifing up from his chair and standing up.
I nodded. “Yeah, I found him. Or might have. He’s staying at an apartment owned by the stupid cunt David Dewitt’s marrying.”
The chief growled in frustration.
“Get the team and go. Now,” the Chief ordered.
I followed his directions, going to the war room, finding all of the men suited up and ready to go.
“What the fuck is going on?” Luke asked in frustration. “John says there’s been no call.”
Then the dispatcher’s voice, the one who worked with Blake, came over our radios. “Code 11. I repeat Code 11. 5211 South Tenth Street. Neighbors report shots fired and a police officer on scene being dragged through the front door.”
We moved as one.
I grabbed my clothes on the way out, changing in the back of Rita before we arrived on scene.
While I was doing so, I gave them a rundown of what I’d found so far.
“So, you have no idea what we’re going into, do you?” Bennett asked.
I shook my head. “No. Not a single idea.”
“John,” Luke said into his radio. “Tell me what you got.”
John was our computer man.
He could accomplish damn near anything with a computer, as long as it was under the letter of the law. Which was why I’d not brought him in on what I was having Gabe do for me.
He could’ve just as easily found the information out as well, but I didn’t want to bring anybody into it and have it turn sour. Something I expected would be the outcome of this day if we weren’t’ careful.
***
Shank
“You’re going to die,” I smiled.
I knew I was about to die myself, but it made me feel better to know he’d be going down with me.
Karma’s a bitch, motherfucker.
But I couldn’t get over the fact that I’d done something so monumentally stupid.
In my head I was the badass that everyone thought I was, but in reality I was a pissed off man trying to protect his daughter. A man that knew better than to enter a volatile situation without any foreword planning.
I’d fucked up.
And now my daughter would forever think this was her fault.
Which was why I did the next stupid thing I did.
I called 911 on my cell phone. Doing exactly what the little pecker head wanted me to do.
I wanted to make sure the bastard paid. He needed to go down, and I’d make sure he did if it was the last thing I did.
***
Foster
“911 call came in a minute ago just like you said it would,” John confirmed. “Managed to get Pauline to take the call. Blake knows it’s her dad, though. He says he was taken hostage, and the man is making him place the call.”
I swallowed the bile that formed in my throat as I thought of her having to listen to her father calling in.
Goddammit, I was so stupid. Never in a million years would I have thought Lou would go off halfcocked as he’d done, otherwise I would’ve never told him.
Never.
And I just got my future wife’s father killed, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
“Have you pulled the blue prints of the apartment, yet?” Luke asked John.
“They’re on their way to your computer right now. The bottom half of the building is under construction. So you won’t have to worry about the elevator. Only one set of stairs, and two apartments on the second level. He’s the first door. Second door is occupied, but the tenant isn’t there. The police have him behind the police line,” John explained.
“10-4,” Luke confirmed. “Going black now.”
We all took the stairs, two at a time, eyes trained in front and behind us.
Luke and I were at the top, Miller and Michael behind us, then Bennett and Nico
“James,” Luke said once we reached the top. “You got any eyes?”
“Negative,” James answered immediately. “Blinds are pulled. Not to mention the glass is covered in what looks like fake snow. I’ve got nothing.”
“Fuck,” Luke sighed. “Alright boys. Let’s move.”
Luke signaled with his hands, and I dropped my shotgun over my shoulder, the strap catching the gun just about my mid back.
Then I took what was deemed the ‘door knocker’ and rammed it into the entryway.
It opened like a twig snapping off of a branch.
I dropped down low to allow my fellow officers to cover me, and that’s when the shooting started.