“That’s her car.” Freddie pointed to a white Nissan Altima. “I remember it from the time we watched Cam play football when he was seeing her.”
They waited for the Stafford officers to join them.
“Can you take the back?” he asked Jeannie and two of the officers.
“Yep.”
“Be ready for her to run.”
“I hope she does,” Jeannie said as she went around to the back of the house with two of the Stafford officers, while the other two stood off to the side as Freddie knocked on the door.
When an older woman answered, he showed her his badge. “I’m looking for Jaycee Patrick.”
“She’s not here.”
“Yes, she is. That’s her car. Can you please ask her to come to the door? It’s either that, or we’re coming in after her.”
“You can’t come in here without a warrant.”
Freddie held up his phone as if to say he already had the warrant, though he was still waiting. She didn’t need to know that. “What’s it going to be? The easy way or the hard way?”
The woman stepped back from the door and turned. “Jaycee! Come here right now.”
A flash of movement inside caught Freddie’s attention. “She’s heading for the back door,” he called to the other officers.
He bolted from the front porch and ran around the house to help Jeannie take her down as she came out the back door. They had her facedown on the ground and cuffed before she knew what hit her.
“That was fun,” Jeannie said as Jaycee screamed about police brutality.
“Most fun I’ve had all day.”
“I’ll have your badges for this,” Jaycee said, her face purple with outrage.
“Knock yourself out,” Jeannie said as they walked her back to the car to transport her to the city jail.
They thanked the Stafford officers for their assistance and were heading back to the District in a matter of minutes.
“Can you text Cam to let him know we got her?” Freddie asked. “Tell the others, too.”
“Yep.”
Jaycee shrieked all the way back to DC, while they ignored her.
Cameron called Gigi at home. “They’ve got her.”
“Well, that’s a relief. Where was she?”
“Hiding out at her grandmother’s in Stafford. Cruz and McBride arrested her and said she made quite the scene.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“I’m so sorry about all this and what she interrupted.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about, Cam, and we can pick right up where we left off the next time we have a night off together.”
“I’m not going to like working opposite shifts.”
“I could move to days with a different unit,” she said.