Page 448 of Sticks and Stones
They took the stairs, just to make sure they didn’t happen across any tenants as they charged the condo, guns out.
On the third floor, they waved a little old woman back into her condo with her fluffy yappy dog. Her mouth was hanging open, as she peeked out the crack of her door.
Then, they got ready to enter.
Ethan tapped lightly.
“FBI!” he said, as Gene booted the door, and it flew backward, nearly coming off the hinges.
Together, they went in.
And what they realized was a punch to the gut.
The place was torn apart, and Landry Mahoney wasn’t there. The piece of shit had escaped.
They were too late.
The man was in the wind.
Epilogue
The Days
That Followed
Landry’s Escape
Truth be told, there was no joy in FBI land. The fact that they let a scumbag slip away when they’d been so damn close was not making any one of them happy. They all got their asses chewed over this one.
Gabe had not been thrilled they missed him, and now, the man was in the wind.
The government wanted this guy, so that they could figure out how the drugs got into the country, and with him running, that wasn’t happening.
Thanks to that, there were so many BOLOs out, that honestly, it was only a matter of time.
For their friend, they wanted Corbin to get this handled. They wanted to get this wrapped up in hopes it would give him…closure.
After four days of getting a case ready, building it for when the man was caught, they all needed a break.
Gene had been up early that morning, and he had slipped out of the condo.
When Ethan got up, he saw the note on the counter, and he was worried.
Javier was out on bail, lurking in his house just planning to make a mess, and Gene was gone.
Immediately, he started calling him, and it was going to voicemail.
Blackhawk had wanted to go out to find him, but when he got his shoes on, his man came home.
He had a box full of donuts, and a carrier full of coffee. On top of that, he was smiling.
Uh-oh.
That was the first smile he’d seen in four days.
“Hey,” he said, kissing his man as he toed off his shoes and carried the food in. “Where’s the crotch goblin?” he asked.
Ethan couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was off.
