Hutch just stood there while Boss Lady and Sam talked and looked at each other’s cars. A marked Police car pulled up behind Sam’s car while Boss Lady was revving up the engine. Sam gave Hutch “the look” that meant to get rid of them. Hutch thought to himself that he was the Lieutenant while he walked back to the marked squad car to talk to the two Officers, following Sam’s orders. Fortunately, it was two Officers Hutch knew, so the drama of explaining the situation would be cut way down, he thought.
“Everything good here, Hutch?” One of the Officers said when he got out of the Police car.
“Yeah, Sam saw an old friend and pulled her over,” Hutch said, and he looked back and saw Sam and Boss Lady exchanging numbers.
“We got a report of a couple of cars racing over here,” one of the Officers said.
“I haven’t seen anything since we’ve been sitting here talking,” Hutch said when Boss Lady had got back in Sam’s car and was saying, “Pull over,” on the loudspeaker.
The two officers laughed, and they got back in their patrol car and went on their way. Hutch walked back over to Sam and Boss Lady, who were just about done talking.
“And if your crazy butt gets pulled over again, just have them call me,” Sam said as Boss Lady was getting in her car.
“I will, and nice to meet you, Hutch,” Boss Lady said as she opened her car door, got in and waved goodbye.
Hutch and Sam stood there for a few seconds, and they watched Boss Lady merge into traffic and disappear.
“Not even a warning,” Hutch said as he looked over at Sam.
“Nope, who do you think taught me how to drive?” Sam said, not looking at Hutch as she walked back to her the car.
Hutch just laughed and shook his head as he walked over to the car and got in.
While Sam and Hutch continued to “hit it” as the Captain instructed, the Senator was hitting a few good points with the kingmaker Mr. Donaldson.
“I tell you what Senator, you can’t buy that kind of press,” Mr. Donaldson said, and he sat back in his chair.
“I thought it might make the local news, so I took a chance.”
“I knew there was something about you I liked right off the bat, quick thinking and good decision making are qualities that can’t be taught or bought, and that was a great decision, quick or otherwise. The coverage of you helping people out of that overturned car on your hands and knees has gotten World-wide coverage, even clips of you at the Police station with the dirty, tattered clothes on is going viral,” Mr. Donaldson said, smiling.
“I’m glad those people chose to be careless today, on the road I was traveling,” the Senator said, and he chuckled a bit.
“Yes, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and you hit the jackpot today,” Mr. Donaldson said, and he laughed, shaking his head a little.
“So, nothing has changed, Ed Daniels is a memory after tonight?”
“Yes, I have had my people watching him for a while, and tonight he should be home alone, his wife will be gone for at least two hours.”
“Is everything in place?”
“Yes, your guy landed over an hour ago, and should be pulling up to the house any minute,” Mr. Donaldson said, sitting up to look at his computer.
“Good, that will be one more thing off our checklist.”
“Oh, once this is done, I want you to start a community foundation in Mr. Daniels name. My assistant has the information on the car crash victims, a visit to the hospital would go a long way to show the masses you are a man of the people,” Mr. Donaldson said, and he stood up signaling that the meeting was over.
“Sure, anything else?” The Senator said as he stood up and felt the Locs in his pocket and put them on.
“Yes, there are a couple of things. I have a client that needs a secure, secluded facility and will pay five-hundred thousand a month, on a five-year lease,” Mr. Donaldson said, and he continued to look at the Senator.
“I may have something on the secure, secluded location, but I will have to see if it’s available, and the other thing?”
“Get me a pair of those glasses.”
“I’ll make a call,” the Senator said, and he walked out of Mr. Donaldson’s office wearing his Locs.
Barry’s flight from Europe back to the states was uneventful, except for having to bend a biscuit as Corey would say until the plane landed and he was greeted by Agent Harold and Agent Marone when he got off the plane.
“Nice flight?” Agent Harold said, looking at the Baby Concorde up and down.
“Very,” Barry said, and they walked over to the Black sedan.
Barry got in the back seat and was startled to see another person sitting back there, the guy was older than him, but looked to be in pretty good shape.
“So, you must be the infamous C.C.K. Killer himself, I’m Dave, I’ll be playing your part from here, nice to meet you,” Dave said, and he put his hand out for Barry to shake it.
“Nice to meet you as well,” Barry said, and they finished shaking hands.
“I would ask you about your interests, other than killing that is, but since I’ll be dead shortly, I guess it doesn’t matter, but I can tell the Devil you said hello if you’d like,” Dave said and he laughed and then started to cough.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just cancer, nothing a glass of water can’t cure,” Dave said, and he took a drink of water from a bottle.
“You two ready?” Agent Harold said when he got in the car, he had gotten a phone call and took the call outside of the car.
“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” Dave said, still drinking from the water bottle, pausing briefly to answer Agent Harold.
“Yeah,” is all Barry said, not wanting to say the wrong thing with his replacement in the car.
For the next forty-five minutes, the ride was pretty quiet; even the Agents didn’t talk, everyone seemed to be focused on what was going to happen or needed to be done. They pulled up at what he would later know to be around the corner from Ed Daniel’s house. Once they stopped and were sure there was no one around, like walking a dog or doing some other random act, Agent Harold pulled out his phone and made a call.
“Were here,” Agent Harold said, then listened to the person on the other end of the phone for a moment or two before he hung up.
“All clear, let us know when the package is ready for pick up,” Barry could hear the voice on the other end of the phone say, as Agent Harold hung up and put his phone away.
“Okay, you two ready? It’s go time,” Agent Harold said, turning around to look in the back seat at his two passengers.
Barry saw Dave close his eyes and take a deep breath before he answered.
“Let’s get it done.”
“I’m ready.”
“Okay, we’re going to pull around the corner and park across the street and then ring the doorbell, he’ll answer, and then we take him and sweep the house, got it?” Agent Harold said, looking at everyone in the car to be sure they understood his instructions.
Everyone just nodded their heads and Agent Marone started the car and pulled around the corner, still looking around the neighborhood as he drove. They pulled up across the street and got out, none of them slamming their doors but rather pushing them closed. They all walked briskly across the street where the street light had been conveniently put out. They all had gloves on, and we're getting ready for Agent Harold to ring the doorbell when Agent Marone grabbed his hand and shook his head no. He reached up and unscrewed the porch light; then he rang the doorbell. They all could hear movement inside the house, and they figured it was Ed Daniels making his final trip to his front door.
“Dang porch light. Who is it?”
“Agent Smith, F.B.I.,” Agent Harold said.
“F.B.I.?”
“Yes.”
“Just a moment,” Ed said, and they could hear the door being unlocked and then opened.
“What’s this all about, and do you gentlemen have I.D
.”
“Sure,” Agent Harold said, and he pulled out his badge and showed it to Ed Daniels.
“What about the rest of you?” Ed said, and he looked at the rest of them standing at his doorway, not noticing they were all wearing gloves.
“Oh Hell, we don’t have time for this shit,” Dave said, and he punched Ed Daniels in the throat and sent him straight to the floor gasping for air, and they all looked at Dave shocked.
“What?” Dave said, as he stepped inside the house and pulled Ed out of the doorway.
“Well, that’s one way of getting it done,” Agent Marone said, and they all walked inside and closed the front door.
“I got this guy, sweep the place,” Dave said, and everyone snapped back to reality.
They all checked the house, and it was clear, upstairs and down, so far, so good. Barry came downstairs, and Ed Daniels was knocked out and laying on the couch. They all looked at Dave again.
“He started to come around, so I figured I’d quiet him down, plus the poor bastard doesn’t need to feel any pain,” Dave said looking at Ed Daniels.
“Prop him up, then we’ll get this over with,” Agent Marone said and he had a gun out with a silencer on it.
Dave grabbed Ed and propped his body up on the couch and looked at Agent Marone, who waved his hand to signal to move him to the left a little. Dave grabbed Ed Daniels and started to move him to the left, and a silenced shot dropped him where he stood, then Agent Marone took another silenced gun out and shot Ed Daniels in the head. Barry stood there for a moment, and Agent Harold threw a rag at him.
“Here, use this to do the C.C.K writing thing on the wall,” Agent Harold said, and he waved his hand at the wall, kind of like a magician does before he does a magic trick.
Barry took the rag and dabbed it in the blood dripping from the back of Ed Daniel’s head and went to the wall and did his usual crouch down to help mask his height and wrote C.C.K on the wall.
“That’s pretty smart; no law enforcement agency thinks you are as tall as you are, or were,” Agent Marone said as he looked at Dave’s body on the floor.
Agent Harold pulled out his phone and dialed a number, and he pulled his silenced gun out and walked over to Dave’s body and fired two shots into his back, then Agent Marone fired a shot into Dave’s back as Agent Harold began to speak.
“The package is ready,” Agent Harold said and hung up.
“Okay, we need to get ready to go live and call this in,” Agent Marone said, taking his gloves off.
“Time for you to go, there’s a car out front waiting for you, they’ll drop you back off at the Airport,” Agent Harold said, and he took the silencer off and put his gun away.
Barry nodded his head and took a final look around the room before he headed for the front door. He cracked the front door and saw a car with two guys sitting in it parked by the curb, with the motor running, so he jogged over to the car and got in the back seat.
Chapter 23
A Drive to the Airport
“We’ll have you to the Airport in a bit,” the guy said as Barry nodded his head and the guy driving looked at him in the rear-view mirror.
They had gotten a few blocks away from the Daniel’s scene and were sitting at a light listening to sports radio and waiting for the light to turn green when the car behind them revved up his engine and started to push them into oncoming traffic. When Barry turned to look behind them, his attention was diverted to a truck coming straight at them. The car suddenly lunged forward, causing him to hit his head on the seat when the driver hit the gas. While Barry and the other two guys were being tossed around in the car, all he could hear was burning rubber, glass breaking and crunching metal as they sideswiped two cars or maybe three cars, then they made a left turn to keep from getting hit by the truck and more oncoming traffic. The breaking glass and squealing tires and crunch of metal had them momentarily shocked until the back window got blown out from a gunshot. The driver was turning corners and punching it, but these guys were right on them. The passenger started shooting back at the car chasing them and was somehow able to reached into the glove compartment and threw a gun at Barry with three clips of ammunition while all this was happening.
“Let ‘em have it,” is all he said while he continued to fire and Barry put a clip in the gun and started to fire back at the car chasing them.
“Keep blasting at these fuckers,” the driver said while he passed a car on the right and the car chasing them passed the car on the left.
As they raced down the block firing at each other, the driver told them to hold on; he was going to try to lose these guys, at the end of the block. The driver made a sharp right turn and spun out as the tires smoked and squealed while they tried to hug the road but couldn’t because the street was wet, a street sweeper was out cleaning the road as their luck would have it. The driver regained control of the car and drove onto the sidewalk to avoid hitting the street sweeper. The bus-stop he took out wasn’t as lucky as the street sweeper was. The breaking glass and twisting metal scraped and shattered against the car. The car chasing them missed the water on the road, but they had to get back in position to continue the shootout. The brief moment of peace gave Barry an idea.
“What the fuck, Jake?! You trying to get us killed,” the passenger said, while they drove down the sidewalk.
“I’m doing the fucking best I can here, Danny; you want a crack at it?” The driver said, and he got the car off the sidewalk and back on the street.
“Slow down a little; I think I can take out the passenger and don’t shoot.”
The driver was good; he slowed down enough to make it appear as though the car was having some trouble and just as expected, the car chasing them moved in for the kill. Barry waited for them to get close before they figured out, they weren’t out of bullets and let ‘em have it, as Jake said earlier. The car chasing them had gotten so close that Barry saw the passenger take out the clip he had in the gun and switch it for a new one, they were moving in for the kill. The car chasing them had pulled up almost right beside them, thinking they were out of bullets, Barry even saw the passenger smile as he got closer to them. He could see the passenger telling his driver to get even closer.
“Not yet, don’t shoot,” Barry said, and he got his gun in position to fire while the other two followed his lead.
“Just say when,” Danny said, and Barry saw him quickly put in a new clip.
“Just a little closer, get ready,” Barry said, as the smiling gunman seemed to be as happy as a fat kid in a candy store.
The gunman never realized he was going to be the victim until he saw Barry smile. The would-be hitman’s smile turned to panic when he realized he’d been suckered into an ambush. He tried to raise his gun to shoot at Barry, but Barry had already told Danny to fire. Barry and Danny had opened fire on the car, and he could see the passenger’s blood splatter on the driver and his body jerk from being hit with multiple gunshots.
“Get ‘em, light their sorry asses up,” Jake said, and he slammed the car into their passenger door causing the driver to lose control and crash into a parked car.
They made a left turn at the first corner and then turned around and went back to finish the guys off. When they pulled up to the crashed car, they saw the driver side door open. Only the passenger was inside. Jake was telling Danny to hurry up and get back in the car because they could hear sirens in the distance. There was no way they could drive by the Police with a car that was riddled with bullet holes and looked like it was in a demolition derby. Danny checked the passenger for I.D. and then pumped three rounds in him. He took a quick look around for the driver before he got back in the car and Jake hit the gas and got them out of there.
“We need to get rid of this car,” Jake said, while he drove and looked around for another car.
“Hey, there’s a few cars over there,” Danny said, pointing at a Supermarket parking lot.
“Find one in the back, it’s probably an employee’s ca
r, so we can get it without any interference,” Barry said, and he pointed at a mini-van parked a good distance from the store.
“Yeah, that looks good,” Danny said, looking around.
“I’ll park next to it and keep the car running, in case we need to leave quick,” Jake said, pulling next to the mini-van.
“Okay, give me a minute or two, it’s been a while since I had to jack a car,” Danny said, almost getting the door open at the exact time he was saying he was rusty.
Jake and Barry sat there looking around, but nothing was going on other than a few shoppers who were hurrying to their cars, or getting in the store. Barry was looking at the street to make sure no Police cars came into the parking lot when he noticed the radio had been shot. He was wondering how the radio got hit, and none of them did when he heard the mini-van start. Danny drove off, and they followed him to the freeway, they got on and then off at the first off-ramp.
“Get the gas can out of the trunk,” Danny said, while he kept an eye on the empty off-ramp.
“Way ahead of you,” Jake said because he had already popped the trunk and was heading to the back of the car.
“Make sure you get anything you brought out of the car, we’re going to light this motha’ up,” Danny said, looking in the car one final time himself.
Barry checked to make sure he had his phone, and he did. He saw the other two take a quick look into the car after they had poured the gas into the car and then threw a lit match on the seat.
“We’d better go, that special blend is going to have the car lit up in no time,” Jake said, and the car was already starting to burn and smoke much faster than Barry thought it should.
“Special blend?” Barry said as he slid the door shut and Danny and Jake got in the mini-van.
“Let’s just say that wasn’t all gas,” Jake said, and he pulled away from the burning car.
When they got ready to merge back onto the freeway, he could already see a huge cloud of smoke and flames lighting up the night sky.
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