Frank dials his cell. “Dispatch, officers need assistance down at the Raging Leprechaun. We have a sniper with a semi-automatic rifle raining hell down on us from a rooftop across the street.” Hangs up. “Back up is on the way. ETA three minutes.”
A bullet rips through, hitting the concrete next to my foot. “If we last that long.”
Munroe tries to go for her rifle again. A shower of bullets pelts the trunk pinning her down. “Damn it!
“Munroe! Stay down that sniper is not a fucking amateur,” I yell.
Police sirens wail in the distance. A loud thump noise sounds off from the rooftop. I recognize the sound from Iraq, it’s a grenade launcher. I peek around the corner of the Sedan. Its smoke grenades, thank god. A cloud of smoke blankets the area. An armored truck stops next to my car, shielding us from gunfire. The leader comes around the car, keeping low. “Where’s the shooter, Lobos?” she asks.
I point across the street to the roof. “He is on that abandoned building on the corner, Angela.”
She nods. “Got it. Yall sit tight till we give the all-clear.” She rushes back to her team, and they disappear into the smoke.
The radio comes alive in my car a few minutes later. “The building is clear. No sign of the shooter. He ditched his rifle up here.”
I grab the mic in my car. “10-4 We’re coming up.”
I step out on to the roof and see the SWAT officers forming an overwatch on the roof. There is an abandoned suppressed M14 and rope hanging from the rear of the building where he repelled down.
The leader walks up to me. “Sullivan, Lobos You guys, alright.”
“We’re fine,” I say.
I head over to the M14 with a suppressor and bi-pod. “They really wanted us dead with a piece of hardware like this, Agent Munroe.”
She holsters her Glock. “Yes, and that leaves us with nothing unless we can arrest Drake.”
“Any idea who the shooter was with, Agent Munroe,” Frank says.
She crosses her arms. “He could have been with the US Military, MI6, CIA, or a PMC. Either way, we’re targets now. And they will likely come back for another go being’s they failed. So if you have any loved ones, you best protect them.”
I pull out my cell and call up my sister. “What is it, Devi?”
“Tavia, you and your husband and Izzy need to come down to the station.”
She sighs. “My husband is out of town, and What for?”
“Something happened on this case where you and Izzy may be a target. So for your own protection, I’m sending Ingrid to pick you both up, and I need the name of your husband’s construction company he works for.”
“Devora, what the hell have you dragged us in to? I swear you should have listened to mom and gone into the medical field.”
“Tavia, I don’t have time to argue with you. Just give me the fucking name!”
She exhales sharply. “Fine. It’s Baker’s Construction.” She hangs up the phone.
Damn, she’s a bitch sometimes.
I dial up Ingrid. “Lobos you and Frank, okay? I heard what happened.”
“We’re fine. Look, I need you to go pick up my sister and Izzy. I’m worried whoever tried to kill me will take them to lure me out. Also, I need you to get some units protecting her husband as well. He’s out in Sarasota doing a construction job with Baker’s Construction.”
“Say no more. I’m on it.”
“You remember the address to my sister’s house?”
“Da.”
“Alright, thanks. Keep me posted.”
“You bet,” she says, just before hanging up.
Agent Munroe strolls up to me with a half-smile.
My brow furrows. “What the hell are you grinning about?”
She points at a small drop of blood next to the shooter’s rope. “When we returned fire on the sniper, one of us must’ve nicked him.”
“Nice.” I turn to one of the crime scene techs. “There are droplets of blood next to that rifle. Collect a sample and get it to the lab ASAP.”
The tech nods and heads over to the blood.
I walk over to the edge of the roof and stare at the bullet-riddled Sedan. “Damn, we got lucky down there.” His hand trembles as he takes a puff of his cigarette. “I haven’t been in a shootout like that since my days in SWAT. Forgot how jarring it was.”
“Yeah, we were damn lucky. That sniper had armor-piercing rounds.” A brush with death is nothing new for me, but it still amps me up every time.
He stares at the body of Barret lying on the sidewalk. “The colonel’s luck just got shittier by the minute. First, her wife is murdered, and then she gets killed. Hopefully, they found each other on the other side.” He turns to me. “Lobos, What about Greg, your lover?”
“He’s fine. He’s in Atlanta for some med school shit. I was about to contact Atlanta PD and get some guys shadowing him.”
“Well, I am going to leave you to it. I need to go get my wife. I’m gonna contact some friends of mine in the Atlanta PD. What’s his last name?”
“Barnes, Gregory Barnes.”
“Your brother in law’s name?”
“Sean Coleman. I already took care of him.”
“Okay, good.
