Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Adair’s attentive to those around him. Although he considers them all expendable puppets, he has always vetted everyone very closely. It's why Jericho burning his position in the organization was such a big deal. Adair doubled down on who was allowed near him and what information he shared with others, making it impossible to get another guy inside. The man's paranoia is second to none, and it's one of the very things that has kept him safe and operational for so long.
I don't pull my eyes from the front of the house when Zeus gets another notification on his phone half an hour later. I know he's going to relay the information to me.
"Everyone is in position," he says as he drops his phone back into the console, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard it squeaks.
Anticipation lights me up, but as time drags by, I can't help but want to raid the house just so we can get this damn shit over with.
I know it complicates things. I know Adair would use anyone inside as a human shield to stay alive, and that endangers the women inside, but I also want to get back home.
The sun is beginning to peak on the horizon when the sedan pulls back up in front of the house. Adrenaline rushes through my veins the second the front door opens, and Adair steps out onto the front porch. We're seconds away from go-time, and just like every other case I've worked, I know that the culmination of this is what so many have been waiting for.
For the first time since I got the text from Caitlyn, my heart rate stabilizes. My eyes are laser-focused on the car ahead of us when Zeus cranks our vehicle and follows it. He doesn't turn on the headlights, but when the car takes the first turn too quickly, I realize we've already been spotted.
Zeus turns off, letting the car move ahead. Another car will turn in behind them, and this will happen several times in order to make them think they are simply being paranoid. It may work, or it may not. Adair has been in the game long enough to know how different agencies work when tailing someone, but it doesn't matter. There are at least a dozen different teams on his tail, and every corner of town is covered. Adair will not have the chance to go underground again.
Hell, if things go as planned, the ground will be the only place he'll end up—six feet under with his organization shattered beyond recognition. He'll be a whisper of warning on other criminals' lips. Maybe it'll be a deterrent for others who want to make their life fortunes on the backs of others, or maybe taking out this guy will only open space for several others. Regardless of the outcome, we'll keep fighting the good fight. There's no shortage of people willing to take advantage of others to make a quick buck.
"Jericho stayed back in Tennessee," Zeus says as we make another turn, once again replacing the vehicle behind Adair. "He said his family is more important than his revenge on Adair."
I can fully understand the reasoning. If I ever had to choose between work and my family, I would choose my family. I know the pain of what can happen when the wrong decision has been made, and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Eli needs his dad, but Jericho also needs his son. It takes a good man to know that his place is at home with them. He trusts us to get this job done in his absence.
The driver is still flying through town, narrowly avoiding several parked cars.
This time of night, right before the rest of the world starts waking up, is perfect. I know this isn't a battle that will happen without Adair fighting for his life and freedom, and the fewer civilians out and in the way, the better.
Zeus slams on the brakes when Adair's driver speeds through a red light on the edge of town, an unsuspecting vehicle hitting the broad side of the car. I press my palm to the dash to keep from smacking my face on the windshield. We're not as far out as we wanted to be, but this will just have to do.
I'm out of the car, gun raised the second the vehicle comes to a stop.
Zeus is right beside me, eyes locked on the driver's door.
"Get out of the fucking car!" I yell, my steps toward the car slow and methodical.
The windows are pitch black, the glint of the first rays of sunshine reflecting off them, making it impossible to get a feel for what is happening inside.
"Out of the car, now!"
I recognize Hemlock's growled command, so I don't bother to let myself get distracted to look in his direction.