Page 69 of SWAT

He put the point of his gun on the back of Sands’ head. “Drop the weapon, you son of a bitch.”

Sands’ eyes widened, his chest puffed up, then he did as instructed, his head bowing as his arm came to his side.

I blew out a breath.

Balko snatched the gun from him, then swept his legs from under him. Sands hit the deck with a loud, bone-crunching whack.

“That’s for shooting at my buddy,” Balko said, grabbing his arms and dragging them behind him. “And you’re lucky you’re not getting a bullet for pointing a gun at my girl.”

Jonathan was there too. Between them they secured Sands and dragged him to standing. His audacity had evaporated. He knew he was beaten. The evidence against him was stacked a mile high.

A guy to my left was crawling towards the door.

“Stop. You.” I aimed my weapon his way.

He turned, looked at me, then sprang up and broke into a run.

It was the damn cameraman. How had he slipped out?

I had no intention of letting him get away. But protocol said I couldn’t shoot him, he had no weapon drawn on me.

So I lunged after him, anger at his crime spurring me on. Luckily I was fast and as I caught up with him I aimed a kidney punch at his back. He yelled and fell forward onto his stomach, doing my next job for me.

“Stay down, asshole.”

He tried to twist away but I grabbed his right arm, then his left. I gripped them in mine and dropped over him. I made sure my knee was between his legs, pressure on his balls. “I’m going to make sure you do a lot of time,” I said. “On behalf of all women, you’re going to pay for being part of this sick setup.”

He was breathing hard, his eyes tight shut.

“You got this?” Jonathan was at my side.

“Yeah, go get the uniforms. I want everyone taken in and questioned. They’re all guilty in supporting Sands’ disgusting film production.”

Chapter Fifteen

It took an hour for the uniforms to clear the club. The three perpetrators were removed first, and then everyone else herded out. Even if the crowd didn’t get prosecuted, I hoped they’d get a tough time from wives, girlfriends and families for being here.

Now the place was empty, the music was off, and it was just me and my team standing in the dim sex theatre where we’d made our arrests.

“Did they get the owner?” I asked. “Fat gum guy at the front desk.”

“Yeah.” Jonathan nodded and looked around. “I made sure of it. He was enabling this to happen.”

I placed my weapon on a table. “Nothing like The Dungeon, eh?”

“The Dungeon?” Sean asked.

“A place these two go from time to time.” Ricardo nodded our way.

“It’s classy,” I said. “And everyonewantsto be there.”

“I wouldn’t mind being there…with you.” Sean grinned.

“Don’t run before you can walk,” Jonathan said. He walked up to me, a sexy smile curving his lips. “You’re hot in that outfit.”

“It’s for undercover purposes.”

“It’s not covering up much.” His gaze dipped to my breasts. “And you look amazing.”

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