›› 0647 Hours
By the time Will was ready, Remy was leaning against the bumper of the gray Taurus with his arms folded and looking totally alert. Max lay in a black pool of fur at his feet.
Will opened the trunk, and Remy threw in his riot gear duffel. They moved to the front of the car and climbed in. Max took the backseat, then hung his head between them.
“Didn’t know you got Max last night.” Will started the car and let it idle for a moment.
“Swung by the hospital. Figured I’d get him out for a bit today. There’s a park not far from here.”
“I’m surprised Max left.”
“Shel told him to.”
“I’m surprised the nurses let him go. From what I’ve heard, they’re practically ready to adopt Max as the hospital mascot.” Will put the transmission in reverse and backed out.
Remy grinned as he adjusted his wraparound sunglasses. “This dog’s got stealth ninja moves those nurses have never seen. I’d swear he’s been SEAL-trained.”
“How’s Shel?”
“Groggy. Sore. Ready to get out of the hospital.”
Will knew that would be true. He accelerated, halted at the parking lot’s edge for a moment, then merged with traffic.
“Shel seemed a little distracted, though,” Remy said.
“Did he?”
“Yeah. His brother was there. Sleeping. Shel and I talked, but he didn’t say what was on his mind.”
“He came close to getting killed,” Will said. “That usually brings me up short.”
“Maybe, but this is Shel. It didn’t happen, so it doesn’t matter.”
“True.” Will shot through traffic.
“We’re in a hurry?” Remy asked.
“We are.” Will tapped the brake, then accelerated around a delivery truck and briefly took the inside lane again. “So you think Shel has something on his mind?”
“Yep. On the way out of the hospital, I called Estrella and let her know. If anybody can get that jarhead to talk about the warm and fuzzy of his life, it’s her.”
Will silently agreed. Shel and Estrella had been close ever since Shel had been assigned to the team. They shared a bond that partly came out of the language they shared, but he knew it was more than that too.
“Where are we headed so early?” Remy asked. “The PD is back the other way.”
As he drove, Will explained.
›› Alice’s Cafe
›› Kings Drive
›› Charlotte, North Carolina
›› 0656 Hours
“Well,” Remy said a few minutes later, “nobody’s going to miss them. It looks like a law enforcement convention.”
Will had to agree. Police cars and sheriff’s deputies’ vehicles filled the small parking area around Alice’s Cafe and spilled over into the surrounding neighborhood. There was a mix of sedans and off-road vehicles, and Will could see a mix of police uniforms and sheriff’s uniforms on the men standing by the cars.
“Do you think there are enough of them?” Remy asked with a grin.
“Victor Gant’s biker club is pretty deep in manpower too.” Will pulled in behind Tarlton’s car as the police chief flagged him down.
“Morning, Agent Coburn,” Tarlton greeted. “This is Sheriff Nolan Greene.” He indicated the tall, heavyset man in a sheriff’s uniform.
Greene stood nearly six and a half feet tall and was built like a bear. He looked as though he was in his late forties. Gray brushed at his temples and robbed the color from his sandy-red hair. Freckles covered his round face. He wore a Sam Browne belt that supported a Desert Eagle. 44 Magnum.
“Nolan’s big enough to go hunting bears with a switch,” Tarlton said, “but he still packs that hand cannon.” He handed Will a white paper bag. “I figured you guys didn’t take time for breakfast.”
“No.” Will dug into the bag and found it held biscuit sandwiches with sausage, breakfast steak, bacon, ham, and eggs. “Thanks.” He took one of the biscuits and passed the bag on to Remy.
Tarlton handed him a tall cup of coffee.
“Benny’s always had this thing for tea parties,” Greene growled with mock sarcasm.
“Don’t want to miss breakfast,” Tarlton said. “Most important meal of the day.”
Remy took a biscuit out and flipped it to Max. The Labrador caught the biscuit but didn’t make it disappear until Remy gave him the command that it was all right.
“Army dog?” Greene asked.
“No, sir,” Remy replied. “This is a Marine.”
“Better-looking than some I’ve met,” Greene acknowledged, with a quick glance at Tarlton.
›› 0701 Hours
“Victor Gant is holed up in a closed warehouse,” Tarlton said. He pointed at the location on the street map spread across the hood of his car. “This neighborhood we’re in, Cherry, is an older one. I won’t bore you with the history, but it’s had its ups and down.”
Will was vaguely familiar with the neighborhood’s history. Cherry was one of Charlotte’s older neighborhoods and had shuffled back and forth between affluence and poverty and between black and white and was currently being torn between private residences and strip malls.
“Factories and houses have come and gone around this neighborhood,” Tarlton said. “Back in the 1960s, the building in question was a machine shop. Supplied the war effort over in Vietnam. Back in the day, it offered a lot of jobs and helped stabilize the economy. In the 1990s, it went bust. A few other businesses tried locating there. Mom-and-pop shops. Storage facilities. Nothing worked. Then the Purple Royals bought it.”
“The motorcycle gang bought the building?” Remy asked.
Tarlton nodded. “Some of the biker gangs have put down legitimate roots. Set businesses up as fronts and even tax shelters. Hard to get popped on a vagrancy charge when you can prove you’re employed somewhere.”
“What do they do there?” Will asked.
“It’s a machine shop, mostly. That’s what the lower floors are. Victor Gant hired a company to broker jobs for these guys.” Tarlton grinned. “They’re so law-abiding there that they pay taxes.”
“Anybody ever gone in there for a look around?”
“Yeah. Place is run well. It’s legit. Never found any drugs or contraband there.”
“They could use it as a chop shop,” Remy suggested.
Tarlton nodded. “They could. But I’ve never found any evidence that they do. They’ve even got a speed shop in the northeast corner of the building. Custom headers. Rims. Tires. The works. All legit.”
“The cover is tight,” Will said.
“That’s what I’m saying. We’ll have to be careful inside.”
“You’re sure Victor Gant is there?”
“I know he is. After I talked to the kid at the medical examiner’s office, I put one of my undercover guys on the site. He let me know Gant showed up there a couple hours ago.”
Will took that in. “You’ve got a warrant for Gant?”
“I do. Judge Carson signed off on a warrant for Gant’s arrest for assault and for breaking and entering. The lock on the ME’s office was juked.”
“Any evidence there?”
“Not yet. I’ve got a crime team looking for a matchup.”
“But you have Gant solid on the assault charge?”
Tarlton nodded. “That’s dead-solid perfect. The kid from the ME’s office picked Gant out of a six-pack. Kid knew it was Gant by name before we gave him the pics.”
“How did he know that?”
