Writer’s Note: Wrapping up Chapter 10 today! Happy Friday readers! Enjoy! I’m going to be out of town this weekend, but I’ll be working on Chapter 11 while I’m gone and trying to make some thing flow better. Tomorrow’s post might come a little late but it will be here! If Gandalf were telling me how far I had to travel to destroy the ring, I’d be like, “I’m gonna borrow your eagle friend and get a non-stop flight to Mordor!” So, basically, yes, Chapter 11 is coming. 🙂
“Detective, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about your mail operation. How’s that coming along? Last I heard, you located a reliable informant and was of great use in the investigation. How has that developed? Are we going to have enough to take to the Regional Prosecutor? This could be a huge boost for the department.”
Dean tried to act like he wasn’t trying to act business casual. He sold the lieutenant a decent line of junk, “Th-Th-Th-The informant is working out well but his use has been exhausted and I’ll need to cultivate another to finish the investigation. The snitch has become too high profile, too well known in the circles as being loosely associated with the d-d-d-department.” Four syllables.
“Well, I remember working investigations and trying to protect your snitch. At some point you do need to find a new one. Usually, you want your investigation to come to a conclusion before you burn the informant, Detective. Let’s try and wrap this investigation soon. I’ll need a full summary with expected completion date. I want this ready for prosecution, soon. It looks like you’ve got plenty of help,” Dorsey points to the two detectives behind Dean.
The lieutenant could tell something was going on, or could he? Dean was struggling to read the facial expressions. He could feel moisture pushing itself out through a pore on the top of his head, he couldn’t hear anything farther than a foot away, his mind was trying to put together a more elaborate story to convince the lieutenant. Except, Dorsey was in investigations for many years and knows how to interrogate and can read the signs of contradictory body language. Dean tells himself to wrap this conversation up and move along.
Dean snaps a lazy salute and a half smile, “You got it, sir. I’ll get this investigation ready to move.”
“Fantastic, Detective. Carry on.” Dorsey reciprocated the partial salute and smile, “Gentlemen,” he nods to the Thomas and Handel and moves on down the hallway.
The three continue down the hallway in the opposite direction down towards the armory.
One last look before they turn the corner to the armory door. All clear.
Dean punches in the code and scans his thumbprint. The satisfying click of the lock and slide of the steel bars retracting, and Dean breathes out the air he hadn’t realized he was holding.
Inside the threshhold, the promised land. Now, Dean can fix the problem. Ammunition and weapons and flash bangs. The three packed up some gear and donned the tactical vest with ballistic panels. Perhaps it was overkill but, Dean didn’t want to take any chances. And, if a civilian saw them, at least it might look like a legitimate operation.
Dean took one more deep breath, he could feel his vest was a little tight, “Let’s find these guys.”