Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
That’s not entirely true, I do care; because beneath all the darkness was the glimmer of hope that I would have her in my life again. It was the only thing keeping me going, the only reason I hadn’t lost it completely.
I closed my eyes and dreamed. It was the only time I let myself go to her. In the privacy of my dreams she accepted me as I am. There were no recriminations, and all that was in the past was forgotten.
She was the only thing that kept the nightmares at bay. The visions of my son, his little body torn and shredded…
3
Nick
“Sheridan let us go through the door first this time will ya, that’s what they pay us for.” I ignored the head of the fugitive task force as we hit the door to the house where the suspect was thought to be hiding out.
I’d been looking for this little motherfucker for four days; his bitch ass was hiding out at his girl’s place. I had no plans on following orders though. I haven’t done that in quite some time.
I was pissed that they had got the drop on him before me. Though he wasn’t on my list, he and I needed to have words. My way of getting those words to come forth wasn’t exactly legal, so the less eyes on me the better.
“US Marshalls let me see your hands.” The noise these guys make alone was enough to put fear in a criminal’s heart, but I know this piece of shit and he has no heart.
While they were posturing I was kicking in doors. “Fuck it Sheridan-Vasquez cover him.”
I heard Marcus the lead of the team that had been sent out to find my perp give that order but kept going. If they didn’t want me to do me then they shouldn’t have called me in on this shit.
“Come outta there you fuck.” Asshole was hiding in the closet. So much for being a big-shot crime lord wanna be. He almost shit himself when he saw me standing over him with my glock pointed at his head.
“You have the right to remain silent…” I read him the spiel as I clamped the cuffs on him and walked him out. He was screaming that he wanted anyone to take him but me, too bad.
“You’re lucky they’re here, but you and me, we’re gonna dance later.” I whispered the words in his ear before placing him in the back of the car. Fucker almost jumped right back out. “That’s a good idea run. Give me a reason to shoot your dumb ass.”
I waved to the guys as they headed back to their vehicles, shaking their heads. No doubt the captain was going to hear about this, but what’s he gonna do? I got the job done.
“Eh, don’t leave me alone with this guy he’s crazy.” He was talking to the wind because I was long gone before the last word left his lips.
He would know what I am, what I had become, better than my colleagues. Word tends to travel fast among the criminal element like wildfire when there’s a rogue cop on their ass.
They may suspect, but there’s no proof and I mean to carry out my last act before suspicion becomes a surety.
I’m pretty sure there were whispers as to who was taking them out one by one like clay pigeons, but they’d never make it stick. I wasn’t dumb enough to hit the obvious first.
Those in the know had their suspicions as to who it was that had put the hit out on me that went south. My superiors, those who weren’t dirty as fuck, knew the work I’d put in to bring down the criminal element in this town. These same men knew me so well they’d never expect what I’d become.
What they didn’t know, and I did, is that the man I’d been hounding for the past eighteen months was more sophisticated than that. No, he hadn’t come at me straight on. Not the way most people would expect.
Instead he’d rallied his sworn enemies and convinced them that I was their common headache. Suddenly men who’d been jockeying for power and leaving a trail of blood a mile long in their murderous wake had found something to bond over.
I’d learned all this in the last few months after the tragedy. It had been painstaking work but I had been able to piece it together.
It was something I had been keeping an eye on before shit went to pot. I’d seen the shift in movement among the gangs, but too late I realized what the new camaraderie between the different factions meant.
I knew my guy, the one I was after was aware that I was this close to dismantling his franchise of drugs and death. I also knew that the only way he could know how close I was-was if he had someone on the inside.