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I shot the glass out of the driver’s side window. Reaching inside, I hauled his skinny ass through the window with one arm. I threw him up against the side of his vehicle.
Hardesty had his weapon drawn and on him, while Evans frisked him top to bottom.
“Clean,” Evans said, retreating back.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I said, walking closer. “You can turn around now, Kyzer. We were just on our way to see you. We have some questions.”
He looked up at me, his face full of haughty attitude. He was not going to make this easy, I could tell. We didn’t have a lot of time to lose either.
“I’m not saying a thing. I want a lawyer.”
“Did you hear that guys? He wants a lawyer and we haven’t even questioned him yet.” I heard the other two agents scoff in response.
I held the cold, steel barrel of my Glock up next to his temple, pressing it into the skin.
“Where’d you get the nice, long scratch on your face, Poindexter?”
“My pussy cat,” he said, smiling.
The son-of-a-bitch was so close to dying. He was just too stupid to realize it.
“Are you resisting me?” I bellowed, causing him to jump. The barrel of the Glock left a mark on his skin.
“Hardesty, is this mother-fucker resisting me?”
“Looks that way, Special Agent Matthews, sir!”
“Evans,” I shouted, not taking my eyes off of Kyzer’s now frightened ones. “Is the suspect armed and threatening our safety and our lives?”
“Yes, sir, Special Agent Matthews! I plainly see the gun in his hand, sir. The suspect has drawn a weapon on an agent of the F.B.I. and has threatened to shoot!”
“That’s what I thought,” I sneered, snatching him up. I moved the barrel of my gun and ran it across his lips.
“Do you like the taste of gun metal, Poindexter? You are going to taste a whole lot more of it if you don’t tell me in the next five seconds where Lindsey is, you sorry-ass, mother-fucker.”
“Okay, okay,” he said, his eyes now panicked. “She’s back at the old factory on Fraley Road. There’s a locked room up on the mezzanine, overlooking the factory floor. If you release me, I’ll give you the keys.”
“Who else is there?”
“No one. Just her. I swear.”
I released him; he audibly sighed with relief. Our weapons remained drawn, as he reached into the pocket of his Polo jacket, and pulled out a set of keys.
“This one is to the main factory door; this one is to the locked room on the mezzanine.”
“You better hope she is alright,” I hissed, putting my Glock away.
“Evans, Mirandize this piece of shit, and stay with him until the locals get here to haul him in. By the way, Poindexter, it appears you have pissed yourself.”
Kyzer Stanfield lowered his head as if he hadn’t realized throughout the ordeal that he had urinated in his drawers. A large wet spot covered his whole crotch area, and halfway down each thigh.
Hardesty and I returned to the SUV and took off. I radioed the others that Kyzer Stanfield was in custody. Kim was contacting the locals to dispatch deputies to pick him up with Agent Evans.
We were going to proceed with the warrants, as authorized, to see what other evidence could be uncovered. I relayed to Slate that Stanfield had said Lindsey was locked up in the deserted factory, and that I would radio back once we had her in our protection.
Slate was tense. I could hear it in his voice. I was not as tense, knowing that we would be there within minutes to get her into our custody and protection. My protection. My Lindsey.
Within minutes, all the teams were in place to execute the warrants. Kyzer had been honest about the factory. It was deserted. There wasn’t a vehicle or a soul around. It was fairly large on what seemed to be more than a hundred acres. There were no homes, farms or businesses around.
