There goes this case out the window. Jason is going to be pissed as will the Mayor and Oh and the media; they will just love ripping my ass apart like tissue paper. I see the headlines now. Disgraced detective, disgraced again.
I dig in my pocket for my cigarettes, opening the pack I see I’m out. I throw the box on the ground in frustration. Could this night be a bigger fuck you?
Another Black Hawk? What the fuck is going on? I see four men in black BDU’s with matching Ski masks armed with suppressed HK rifles. “Detective Devora Lobos. We’ve been ordered to get you on the chopper, no questions asked.” He yells over the sound of the rotors.
“What the hell is going?”
“My CO didn’t say it had to be a peaceful escort!” he states. I reluctantly comply, besides I am anxious to hear what bullshit comes out of their mouths. After boarding the black hawk, it lifts off observing the ground, US Soldiers secure the area. It’s starting to dawn on me that asshole Conroy may be right there will be no justice. I notice the helicopter is not going back to the station, its heading in the direction of MacDill Air Force base.
Chapter 15
The helicopter lands at MacDill Airforce Base. Upon landing, I notice the helipad is flanked by black SUVs with blackened windows. The wind from the rotors flails my hair as the soldiers rush me inside the SOCOM or Special Operations Command building. They escort me down a long hallway and put me in an office. “Colonel Barret will be with you shortly, Detective,” he says, closing the door behind me. There’s a big red oak desk and with an American flag sitting in a small flag holder on the desk and US Army Ranger logos on the walls along with a big American flag. The door opens, and in steps, a woman wearing green battle fatigues, and she has her blonde hair short. I almost mistake her for a dude till I see the outline of her tits through her uniform. “Detective Devora Lobos,” she says, shaking my hand, smiling. “It’s nice to meet the cop who put the Beach Town Ripper six foot under along with the Aztec Killer.”
I lower my head, sneering. “Thanks, but pull your tongue out of my ass and tell me what the hell this is about.”
She opens a file. “Staff Sergeant Devora Lobos. Served in the US Army CID. Damn, your unit had it rough in Iraq. You lost half your squad taking down those Green Berets. And later, you had quite an impressive career with the DEA as well. After that, you left the DEA and joined Miami PD’s Homicide unit, where you displayed top-notch heroism by saving a bunch of kids from a violent devil cult. Your partner was killed in the process.” She turns the page in the file. “Oh boy, when it rains, it pours with you. You ruined your marriage cheating on your husband with your partner, and while you and your partner were indulging in your physical activities, your husband hired a PI to spy on you. He filmed you having sex with your partner and uploaded it to a porn site for revenge. Lucky your partner wasn’t around to endure that shitstorm? Anyway, your activities came out after your partner died in the raid on the compound. Your hero story in the media was reduced to a sex scandal that stirred a firestorm throughout your precinct; to the point, they sent you away to another city. They swept you under the rug.” She turns the page. “Oh, and apparently, during all this, you were struggling with cocaine addiction.”
My eyes narrow, and a sardonic smile slides across my lips. “You’re blackmailing me?”
Her mouth twitches to a smirk. “I prefer to think of it as making a deal. Lobos, Agent David Drake, and Agent James Conroy are vital tools in the war on terrorism.”
“This better be a fucking joke.” My voice lowers to a growl.
She exhales as she folds her hands on her lap. “If I was joking, I’d be laughing, Sergeant. The Moonlight Killer or Agent Drake is no longer your concern. You see, he is far more useful to us than wasting away in some federal penitentiary.”
“Drake committed a slew of murders in my city, not to mention his handler killed my partner’s kids. And what about Agent Conroy, you just going gonna ignore the fact he butchered two little girls.”
“First of all, those victims you speak of kids excluded were far from victims. Second of all, you’re lucky Agent Conroy isn’t pressing charges against you for shooting him and assaulting him. By rights, you should be fired and jailed for interfering with a joint operation between US Special Operations and the British Government.” She steeples her hands. “However, Agent Conroy is willing to help you to keep your career. Despite all that you’ve done to him. He and I have made arrangements for you to be the one who stopped the Moonlight Killer. You will receive a medal and a pay raise. Provided you play along, and drop this sword of justice shit and accept the fact David Drake never existed.”
“So let me get this straight, I’ve been working this case for a month, and in this time, I’ve been shot at, shot, beaten nearly to death, nearly blown up and now you want me to just forget about it? Forget Drake ever existed? Forget Conroy and let a child killer walk free?”
“If you don’t drop it, and embrace the fact you’re a hero who stopped a ruthless killer. You will be terminated from Law Enforcement, but see that’s just the beginning of your troubles; you
