AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Agent Matthews,” he said, “this is your operation. I suggest you get the ball rolling."
I de-briefed the rest of the agents and officers on the available intelligence, distributed the photos, plotted out the locations of the properties to be searched on the electronic map of the county. We were all connected through walkie-talkies.
Slate went with two of the GBI agents to execute the search warrant at the exclusive condo that was titled in Kyzer’s father’s name.
We sent another team to execute the warrant on Stanfield R & D.
I went with two of the SWAT team members to serve the warrant on a rural property holding about twenty miles outside of Marietta. This property was titled to “SKS Enterprises.”
From the information Kim had gathered, it was a fairly recent acquisition. It was an abandoned factory that had gone into foreclosure a couple of years back. It had been purchased by this alphabet LLC from the bank just a few months ago.
I wasn’t sure what we would find there. There was no phone listing for it. It wasn’t registered as a local business of any sort.
It was going to take my team the longest amount of time to get to the search destination. Everyone was to hang back, using the walkie-talkies inside of the unmarked vehicles to communicate with one another.
Once everyone was in position, the warrants were to be executed simultaneously to make sure no one else was tipped off. Kim was monitoring all of the vehicles on GPS from our field office in D.C.
The SWAT agent driving was Agent Hardesty. He was well versed in the winding, narrow rural roads we were traveling to reach our warrant destination. Agent Evans was in the back.
Kim’s voice came over my walkie-talkie. She was patched in from the D.C. office.
“Agent Matthews, I am synchronizing your vehicle’s GPS with that on unit serial number 10978233 that I’ve been tracking per your request at 11:45 a.m. EST. That vehicle is within a five-mile radius of your current location. Stand by.”
Shit! That’s Kyzer’s Benz. Keep coming, baby.
“That’s clear,” I radioed back. “It’s on the screen now. Over.”
“Agent Hardesty, the vehicle approaching right here,” I said, putting my finger on the GPS screen and showing him the moving pink dot, “is Kyzer Stanfield’s dark blue, Mercedes Benz, C300. If he continues on his current route, we should be coming up on him in about three minutes. We need to apprehend this individual.”
“Not a problem, Agent Matthews. There are no turn-offs between here and there."
“Keep in mind he may have passengers.”
“Not a problem.”
“Keep in mind, there is not a warrant issued for this individual.”
“Still, not a problem. Get ready, Evans.”
Good. We are on the same page.
I could feel my adrenaline pumping; the bastard was almost in our sights.
The seconds ticked by like minutes. Finally, up on the horizon, we could see his dark blue Benz coming closer. We couldn’t afford to get tangled up in a car chase. Not out here on these twisted, narrow, hilly roads.
Hardesty pushed a button and the sunroof opened on the top of our SUV. Just as the two vehicles prepared to pass, Evans raised himself up quickly, clearing the roof of the vehicle, and fired two shots from his high-powered, automatic rifle at the back tires of the Mercedes.
“You gotta love these bullets,” he said, smiling as he sat back down. “They do a nice job on steel-belted tires.”
Hardesty slowed the SUV and made a U-turn, coming up quickly beside the Mercedes, now limping along the graveled berm.
I was out of the vehicle like a shot. It was me and him, and he was going to tell me what I wanted to know. He cowered in his vehicle, trying to use his cell phone.
Oh, hell no!
I braced myself, grabbing my Glock from my waistband holster, and ordered him out of the vehicle.
He delayed. Not good.
