Page 115 of Stay With Me
I grab my vest and the extra service belt Mike brought. After pulling my vest over my head, I add my extra Glock to my thigh holster, and I realize I’ll do anything to get Luna back.
I just hope she’s safe until I can get to her.
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Wedecidetogoin quiet to try and minimize the panic.
The ambulance is down the road, ready to head up here the moment we clear the area.
This is the biggest operation I’ve ever been a part of. I’m pulling from knowledge from the academy and any training we’ve done.
I meet Hunt’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. He’s been after this group of people for years, and he finally has a reason to arrest the people at the top. I just hate that my Luna was caught in the middle of it.
My radio crackles. “Team B is in position, blocking the back road.”
“Team A is pulling up to the front entrance of the main road,” I say.
“Team C is in position on foot in the forest,” I hear.
“Team A is parking and getting ready to go to the front door,” I say as Hunt parks the car and we get out.
“We’re going to walk up and knock on the door. If we can do this without drawing weapons, that’s what I want to do,” Hunt tells everyone.
We all nod, knowing it would be the best outcome if we could do this peacefully.
As we walk up to the main house, the rain starts to fall. The home is worn down and in need of some major TLC, but it looks like sheets are covering the windows instead of curtains. The wood creaks as we climb the steps.
“If I fall through the porch before anything happens, I’m going to be pissed. I’m too old for this shit,” Mike mutters.
I snort because while it would suck, it would be funny to see.
Hunt gets to the door first and looks around as we spread out around the house. He waits about a minute and then pounds on the door. “FBI. Open up!” He knocks again.
I lean down and look under the door. “I see movement,” I whisper.
He knocks again. “FBI. Open up! We know you’re in there!”
Slowly, the door handle twists, and the door opens a crack.
A soft female voice answers. “How can I help you?”
“Please open the door and show us your hands. You are trespassing on this property.”
“We are renting the property,” the female answers, peeking around the door, her eyes meeting ours for a brief moment before looking down at the ground.
“Can you provide the lease?” Hunt asks.
Her face pales. “Umm, I’ll have to ask my husband.”
“Please call for him.”
My heart is pounding behind my ribs. This woman looks terrified.
“I’m right here,” someone says, and a slender man walks into view.
My hand sits loosely over my Glock as he opens the door wider.
