Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Bingo.” Ruxs smiled and Green pulled away from the curb.
“Yeah. I think we may have something.” Green looked over at his partner.
They’d been shaking down drug scum for many years. They’d learned to read even the slightest clues, the simplest mannerisms. If there’s one thing that criminals loved to do to cops, it was slam the door in their faces. What Chainz’s boy just did may have seemed like nothing, but it was actually quite symbolic. He’d left the door open.
Date Night
“Sounds good guys. Stay on him. Keep it safe and don’t blow it. If you think you can get this guy to talk, great but we don’t want him to get spooked and we sure as fuck don’t want his crew to find out,” Day said and clicked off the projector.
After God and Day had finished going over information regarding new cases, they’d pulled up all the information on the guy that gave them the slight “invite in” on Cleveland. James Carter, aka JJ. He was considered a lieutenant in Chainz’s organization. He’d definitely have a lot of intel. But they didn’t know if he would possibly talk just to eliminate Chainz so he could take over the business. The drug business was dog-eat-dog. Or JJ could genuinely be concerned about Chainz bringing the heat down on them. It wouldn’t be too far-fetched that a few of Chainz’s boys might have felt in over their heads with getting into foreign drug smuggling. That kind of bust would land you in a Federal prison for twenty-five to life.
“I’ll get with my FBI contacts and let them know what’s going on,” God added.
Everyone groaned and sat back in their chairs looking disgusted. If it’s one thing police didn’t like, it was the feds coming in and taking over their bust after they’d done all the fucking work. It happened all the time.
God looked up from his file. Glaring at them. “Are my men fuckin’ whining? What the fuck is this? You want to rewrite the laws? Federal crimes shouldn’t be policed by Federal law enforcement?”
No one said anything. They knew the law, but it still left a bad taste in their mouth. Syn was standing off to the side and pushed off the wall when he saw God revving up. He put a firm hand on God’s shoulder and stepped in front of him. “We know it’s a bitch. But there’s one thing your lieutenants and your captain have done for this task force, and that was make sure you guys got your fuckin’ credit when credit was due. This op will be no different. Everyone’s gonna know who brought these bastards down.”
Day added in a “fuck yeah” giving Syn a fist bump. It only took a second for the rest of them to join in. Sarge always knew how to smooth things over, and that was not easy when you had a room full of twenty plus men with too much testosterone.
Most of the men had left right after the meeting. Ruxs and Green were given another stern lecture on tact and not costing the department so much money every time they went out into the field. But this time, Syn threatened to chain them to their desks for a few months. Ruxs looked like he wanted to throw up, but Green told himself that he wouldn’t need another lecture. They’d tone it down. Syn didn’t issue idle threats. There was no way they could be stuck in the office all day, they’d lose their minds.
Green was just finishing the Greek pasta salad he’d made for dinner. The French roll he’d swung by and picked up from the bakery was the perfect compliment. The game was in the eighth inning and he’d lost interest when the Braves fell behind by three runs. He reclined on his couch, one hand draped over his head and the other down his pants, mindlessly massaging his balls. It was unusually quiet in his two-story loft tonight. The renovated space sat above a distribution warehouse that operated primarily during the day. The owner of the building charged him a cheap rent, since he said Green kept the riffraff way. Although Ruxs had a small apartment twenty minutes away, he was always at Green’s loft.
It was a large open space on the bottom floor, the seating areas sectioned off. A dining area, although the table was used to hold a desktop computer and two laptops, in addition to a slew of files. There was a pool table in the far right end, with a bar and stools. A foosball table and a pinball machine. The low-back sectional was in front of sixty-inch television that was primarily used for video games. Ruxs called it the entertainment section. The large living room had a plush, over-sized couch with an ottoman and several recliners in front of a massive entertainment center, but the space was so big nothing looked over-crowded.