Page 152 of Affair
She clicked on her com.
“Eve, they are making it to the door. Get into position, and offer support if anyone comes near the back of the house.”
“Copy, Major. What could possibly go wrong?”
She actually laughed.
Why?
Only, time would tell.
Down the street, Jinx was smiling at Zayn, playing doting girlfriend, but what she was actually doing was scoping out the area.
They might look like a couple, swinging their joined arms, and laughing, but they were anything but.
This recon mattered.
There was one obstacle left, before they could access the house.
When it was good to go, she radioed in.
“We’re clear. The old man who was out getting his mail just went inside,” she said, as they hauled ass between the two houses.
Luckily, it was the middle of the week on a workday, and people were at their jobs.
Once in the back of the house, they walked right past Eve, tucked away in the shadows.
“Be careful,” she said, letting them know she was in place.
“Copy,” they both said, popping in earbuds, and getting down to work.
Zayn pulled out his knife, and popped the lock on the door. Once it was open, the two of them pulled their guns and moved into the space.
And it stunk.
“Holy shit, someone bled out in here,” he whispered over the com, keeping his voice low. “The dude was definitely tortured in this house.”
In their ears, they heard talking from Maura and Jagger, telling them to get it done.
Oh, they would.
As they moved around the rooms, they could see that the crime scene people had been through, and there were black smudges all over the place.
Jinx was curious.
“Can Merry get us the crime scene pictures?” she asked. “I want to make sure nothing is missing.”
It was an odd request, but anything they needed, the team at the bunker would handle.
“Copy,” came Merry’s voice over the com. “I’m hacking the police precinct. I’ll have them pulled up and sent to your phone.”
That worked for her.
She noticed that a few things looked out of place. The reason she knew was the dusting powder from the fingerprint kits looked disturbed. There shouldn’t be a half a smudge on the one counter.
As they moved around, it didn’t take long for her phone to vibrate in her pocket, signaling something was coming in.
Pulling it up, she looked at the pictures, and Zayn was staring over her shoulder.
