Page 66 of Daddy's Pursuit
“None. The others left with Frank.”
For a moment he thought that it might be a trick. But that made sense. He hadn’t heard any shooting, shouting, or fighting from the back. Isaiah, who’d been posted outside to make sure no one escaped, hadn’t radioed anything in.
It appeared as if the building was secure.
“So what can you give us?” Jack asked.
Darren grinned. “Frank. I know where he’s going and where the big deal is happening tomorrow morning. But first, I want that immunity.”
Iris giggled. “And you want to do the right thing, right, Darren?”
The hardened man smiled at Iris. “I do, sweetie. You talked me into it.”
She giggled again, clearly proud of herself.
Jack grinned. “All right. Let’s get the DA on the phone. It’s time to finish this.”
The sun rose over Los Angeles, casting an enchanting glow and reminding Jack that anything was possible.
After years on the force and being a detective where he saw the worst of humanity, he still hadn’t lost his sense of optimism. Each day held limitless potential. The rising sun always helped him see that, for some reason. Those golden rays just had a way of working their magic on his soul.
And today was going to be an even better day than normal.
Because Frank Holloway was going down.
Frank had called his men at the warehouse to check the status of Iris. Jack knew because he’d been right beside Darren when he’d taken the call. The reformed thug had played his part to perfection.
Once the DA had scrambled to put together a late-night offer of immunity if he’d agree in writing to testify against Frank and the others, that is.
Jack smiled thinking about that. It had all been his sweetie’s doing. Little Iris was pretty damn sharp.
Everything had gone off without a hitch. Iris was at the nursery safe and sound. Frank knew where it was, obviously, since he’d been there numerous times. But Trevon was there, along with Jordan and Ryan. No one would get inside, though part of Jack wanted Frank to try. Trevon would throw him into the next block.
But that wasn’t going to happen.
As far as Frank knew, Iris was still being held at that warehouse by his men. And he was about to close the deal of a lifetime.
That’s why he was smiling so big as he stepped out of a black SUV and started walking toward the old ranch house. They were in Semi Valley, just off Santa Susana Pass, west of Los Angeles. The sprawling property had been the filming location of dozens of old Western movies and TV shows, and a few of the ancient set buildings still stood.
The place had, at one time, also been an actual working ranch before the owners realized they could make more money renting the land out than actually raising cattle. But their old house was a perfect place to hole up and wait for Frank, who thought he was coming to meet his buyers.
The buyers—an organized crime group from Eastern Europe—had come early, as bad guys are wont to do. They figured they’d set up positions around the mountains, just in case the deal went south, and they needed to shoot their way out.
All they found were a bunch of cops, FBI agents, and even a few Homeland Security guys waiting for them.
With this being a big-time bust, Jack had called in the Feds.
Now, with the gangsters whisked away, the lawmen were all that was left. But Frank didn’t know that yet, Jack thought with a grin.
“Look at the cocky bastard,” Jack said, eyeing the incoming arms dealer through a dirty window. “He thinks he owns the world.”
“I’d feel that way too if I thought I was about to score twenty-six million dollars,” Ace replied.
“He ain’t going to be happy when he finds out it’s not happening,” Jack said. “Get ready, everyone. He’s almost to theporch. Four men with him. Two staying by the SUV. Frank’s at the door now.”
There was a knock just before it swung open. Frank stepped inside, took off his sunglasses, and grinned. “I’m?—”
Jack loved the look on the criminal’s face as his smile morphed into an expression of complete dread.
