Next, Howard gestured to a man in his mid-forties, close-cropped dark-brown hair graying at the temples. “Nick Stanton.”
He then pointed to a woman with warm-toned skin and light-brown hair slicked back into a bun. “Emma Kennedy.”
“Cody Albright.” A man sporting a two-day beard was next.
“Finally, Jodi Glover.” She was the shortest member of the team but not by much. Blonde hair tucked through the back of a US Marshals ball cap.
Each team member acknowledged him in some fashion, whether a wave or head nod.
“Okay, Butler, fill us in on Vickers.” Supervisor Howard turned the room over to Butler.
“He’s wanted on multiple counts of capital murder. Known to be armed and violent. The last encounter law enforcement had with him, he said he’d die before going back to prison. Word is he’s here in Renegade. One of my informants just called and said he’s at the Blue Moon Motel on Jefferson.” Butler crossed his arms over his chest.
Great. Fantastic way to start his first day. Fugitive with a suicide-by-cop attitude.
“On a scale of Rendell to Lowe, what are we talking about?” Albright asked.
“Lowe.”
Albright grimaced.
They threw around names like he should know who they were. “Someone want to fill in the new guy?”
“Rendell said he wouldn’t be taken alive, but once we showed up, he gave up without issue,” Glover supplied.
“Then cried for his momma.” Albright chuckled.
“Silas Lowe was the complete opposite.” This time Kennedy chimed in.
“Wasbeing the operative word.” Albright’s jaw stiffened.
Lowe had obviously meant what he’d said and hadn’t survived the encounter. Which one of Liam’s new teammates had been the one to pull the trigger?
Butler tapped his upper thigh. “Roberts, you’re with me. Stanton and Kennedy, set up on Lincoln. Albright and Glover, you’ll set up on Pine. We go in slow and keep our distance until we know it’s him. Once we’ve verified it is Vickers, we’ll make the arrest. Let’s go.”
The other four agents filed out of the room while Butler hung behind. “Follow me.” He didn’t wait for a response. Just turned and walked away.
Liam followed him to the secure elevator to the first floor, where they exited into a secured parking lot. Butler climbed into a black pickup truck that was backed into a spot right by the exit. Liam climbed into the passenger seat.
Butler threw the truck in Drive and tore out of the parking lot.
“What’s the plan?” Liam looked in the side mirror to see two black SUVs following behind.
“You heard it. Verify and arrest.” Butler glanced over. “Figured you’d know by now what you’re doing, Mr. Fugitive Task Force.”
“Right, but what’s the plan on the arrest? How’s the hotel set up?”
Each department executed arrests differently. With Butler as the lead on this case, he’d be making the decisions.
Still, Liam pulled up a map of the area on his phone and took a look at the layout.
Butler gave him a side-eye and gripped the steering wheel tighter. “The hotel is in the shadier part of Renegade. It’s on the corner of the lot. Stanton and Kennedy will be set up a block north to maintain visual on the back of the motel. Albright and Glover will be a block to the east, watching the front. You and I will be half a block west.”
Sounded like Butler had a good perimeter set up.
“Once we verify it’s Vickers, we’ll make a decision on how to take him down.”
“Okay.” That’s all he needed to know.
