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but when you were in this part of town and someone in a liquor
store started shouting, it usually only meant one thing: a hold up.
She reached for her cell phone and then remembered she d left
it in the car. Shit. Peering up over the windowsill, she spotted the
man she had been following. He was standing in front of the
counter, one hand wrapped around a pistol, the other wrapped
around a bottle of liquor. Her eyes darted to the cashier, who
looked like he might have a heart attack at any minute. Ducking
back down, Nic contemplated her options. If she waited, the perp
could wind up killing the cashier. If she barged in, she put both of
them at risk. She heard the perp shout again, and without hesita-
tion, her decision was made. Both hands firmly on her gun, she
shouldered the door open and went inside.
THE TINY THREAD of patience that Leo had had when he
entered the store was now gone. The cashier was screwing up the
simple task of handing over the cash, and he had just about had it.
He cocked his gun and leveled it at the man who was still fumbling
with the bills, which were now scattered over the counter top. I m
gonna count to three, and if you don t have all my money in that
bag when I m finished, I m gonna blow your fuckin head off.
The man nodded incessantly. Okay, okay, I will hurry!
One...
The man scooped up the bills as fast as he could.
Two...
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Dios mio! Four bills were still on the floor, and he knew he
couldn t get them in time.
Just as Leo started to mouth the third number, the front door
flew open, and a dark figure bounded inside. The sudden entry
completely disrupted Leo s concentration. He didn t know where to
point his gun, and before he could make the decision, the figure
was right next to him with a gun pressing against his left temple.
Drop your weapon now or I ll kill you. The command was
given in a cool and oddly relaxed tone, but Leo knew that the per-
son meant every word. Leo did as instructed, and before he knew
what hit him, the bottle of Jack Daniel s was crashing to the floor. A
second after that he was face down on the same dirty floor with a
knee stuck in his back.
He heard the jingle of handcuffs as his wrists were being
bound.
You re under arrest.
Leo was in shock when he heard the voice. A woman! A
woman had just taken him down? His eyes almost fell from their
sockets when he was hoisted up and found himself staring into the
cool, blue eyes of the woman he and Sal tried to kill two nights ago.
Shit! was all he said.
A feral grin spread across the detective s face when she real-
ized her instincts were right on target. Hello, Leo.
The cashier crawled out from behind the counter, tears of relief
streaming down his bearded face. Muchas gracias, senorita!
Muchas gracias!
BY TEN-THIRTY, Nic and Leo were at the precinct, having
waited thirty minutes for a patrol car to come and process the
attempted burglary. Nic had requested that Leo be brought from
his second floor holding cell to one of the interrogation rooms. She
sipped some of her coffee as she made her way there, accepting
congratulations from officers whom she passed in the hallway.
The windowless interrogation room was at the far end of the
hall. A two-way mirror offered an observation point from the adja-
cent room. Nic had asked Mike Flanners and Joe Trinotti to sit in
there, just in case Leo tried to cry police brutality or anything like
that. She checked the observation room and got the thumbs up sign
from Mike and Joe before she entered Interrogation Five.
Leo was handcuffed to the table and didn t even bother look-
ing up when he heard the door open. He knew his life was over,
and at this point, he really didn t give a shit.
Nic strolled over to the chair opposite Leo and sat down, plac-
ing her almost empty coffee cup down on the table, along with a
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folder holding Leo s extensive arrest history. Well, Leo, it sure
looks like you ve kept yourself busy for the past twenty years.
Leo grunted but refused to look at her.
Hmph. I see we aren t feeling very talkative this evening.
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