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Delivery in the Rear Ch. 03

byWifeWatchman©

The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography.

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Part 8 - Takeout

Wednesday, December 14th. The sun was beginning to set as we arrived at County Airport in an FBI helicopter. Despite my asking, they did not let me pilot the chopper, darn it.

Sergeant Rudistan had driven my Police SUV to the airport, and it was waiting for us. I drove, Cindy rode shotgun, and Jack and Lindy were in the backseat, wearing their full compliment of bulletproof armor. We went to Police Headquarters.

In the gym, the SWAT Team was in full battle regalia. Their leader, Captain Teresa Croyle was likewise outfitted for battle. While I was sorely tempted to tell Teresa to stay behind (it was the Christmas season, after all), I relented and said she could go with her troops, but to 'lead from behind'.

"Okay, guys," I said, "here's the deal. Once we secure any people in there, we have to protect them by surrounding them with our armored bodies. Be on a sharp lookout for any grenades being thrown, or any other means to try to kill anyone we capture."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

On radio silence, the vehicles pulled out. They were all-black SWAT paddywagons. Only my silver SUV was in any other color.

We drove swiftly to the warehouse whose address had been on the shipping label captured by the FBI in the 'Opelika Software' offices. Teresa and her Team had reconnoitered the place well, and she had her people in place quickly. Damn! she was good, I thought to myself.

Looking in with my night-vision binoculars, I could see at least four people inside. The warehouse was nearly empty, only a couple of boxes were inside. I gave Teresa the 'Go' sign, and she gave the order...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Not a shot had to be fired. The SWAT Team went in and the four perps were swiftly captured. They were stripped of their weapons and radios, and handcuffed behind their backs. They were sitting on two of the boxes, surrounded by SWAT Team members, who were shielding them with their armor. They were all white men, slender, in very good and fit condition... ready for the Police Boxing Matches, Cindy would say.

I came in, with Cindy behind me and looking all about. The crowbar was in its pocket inside my trenchcoat. I had my gun and the binoculars in my hands.

"Great work, Croyle, and everyone else, too." I said. "Keep alert! Okay, who are these guys?"

"We work here, we ain't talking."

"Funny." I said. "You're fingerprints were all over that warehouse in the City where the games were unpacked."

"That wasn't us." said one man.


"Man, we didn't leave fingerprints, we were wearing gloves---"

I grinned. "Did you get that on videotape, Sergeant?" I asked Rudistan.

"Sure did, sir." said Rudistan.

"You might as well tell me, guys." I said. "Someone is going to prison for a long, long time. Someone is going to get the death penalty for murder. You don't want to be the one. So the first to talk gets my Christmas gifts."

"Nobody say anything." said one man. "This is for the cause!"

"Sir, something's wrong!" Cindy said, looking around.

"Yeah, I feel it." I said. I began looking through the binoculars around the building, especially up on the balcony areas. And then I saw it: a masked figure in all-black was pointing a rifle at us!

"Gun!" I yelled. I raised my .40 cal pistol and began firing at the perp. The shadowy figure ran for a door on the balcony. The rifle the perp had been carrying dropped to the concrete floor... and fired! Fortunately, the ricochets didn't hit anyone.

Teresa was on the radio, trying to marshal the Officers outside to locate and chase the perp. As Cindy and I ran outside, we saw a gas cloud on one end of the building. I had some military flashbacks as the CS gas wafted into my nose.

"Shit! CS gas!" I said. I grabbed a bandana out of my shirt pocket and quickly put it over my mouth and nose. Cindy saw my action and did the same. Other Officers were coughing as they came out of the cloud.

"Sorry sir," one of them said, "the guy threw two gas canisters and disappeared in the smoke."

"Damn." I said. I saw Cindy moving close to me, trying to protect me.

"Cindy," I said, "I appreciate you trying to protect me, but my armor works as well as yours does, and I need to do my job."

"Yes sir." Cindy said. "But my job is to protect you, and I'm going to do it."

"Okay, we won't argue." I said. "All right guys, put out APBs, search the perimeter. Make God-damned sure you have your armor on and keep it on!"

Back inside, Sergeant Rudistan had secured the rifle. "Looks like pretty standard .308 caliber, sir." he said. "Bullets looks strange, though."

"Those are 7.62x51mm NATO rounds." I said. "Military stuff. Probably armor-piercing bullets. Let's get our prisoners to County Jail as fast as we can."

Part 9 - Talk To Me

County Jail and now-1st Precinct Headquarters was a beehive of activity. We had put the four perps in isolation cells so they could not talk to each other, and access to them was heavily guarded. The one that had blurted out about wearing gloves was put in Interrogation-1 and handcuffed to the table. I was watching him through the one-way glass in the anteroom.

"We sent all four sets of fingerprints in, Commander." said Cindy. "Classss-ified. All four sets."

"Withhold my surprise." I said. "All four of those guys are in very good shape, and I've warned the Officers and Deputies that they very likely know martial arts. Special measures at all times for them."

"Roger that, sir." said Teresa Croyle, who was standing with us. 'Special measures' meant forcing the perps to bend over when putting their cuffs on. If they were in their cells, they had to put their hands through the small window on the bars of their cells and have their cuffs put on before opening the door. The perps had been advised that non-cooperation would mean their being sedated with tranquilizers... and any attempt to escape would be met with live bullets to their bodies. Word around the Jail was that the Iron Crowbar did not play.

The Deputy Director of the FBI came up. "Great work, Commander." he said. "We're working hard to find out who they are. Your wife is helping, too, but I'm not confident we'll get anything."

"Neither am I, sir." I said.

"By the way," said the DepDirector, "I think Blassingame was lying today."

"Like a dog in the shade, sir." I replied with emphasis. "Like a dog in the shade."

"Should we arrest him?" asked the DepDirector.

"On what charge?" I replied. "We have zero on him. And I strongly suspect we shall never see his assistant again, much less get to talk to her. She'll stay in the Boston area, 'having to take care of family' or some such. And that's because if we did talk to her, we'd find out that she did not send the package, Blassingame himself did."

"Think he's Superior Bloodlines?" asked the DepDirector.

"Yes sir." I said. "Part and parcel, pun fully intended."

"What I don't understand is Granger's role in this, and why they killed the two drivers." the DepDirector said.

"Oh that's easy," I said, "Ask Captain Ross about the riddle of the Forest Service Rangers. In the meantime... let's see how lucky I can get... and get this perp to talk." I went into the Interrogation Room.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Before you say you want a lawyer," I immediately said to the man as I sat down, "hear me out first. If you invoke, you're done. And you know that means you're dead; that perp on the balcony was going to kill you and your buddies."

I continued: "You're probably sitting there thinking we've got it wrong, that we think you guys killed those two SPS drivers in the City. But I know different... I know you guys captured T-Square's boy Holden, drugged him, got whatever info you wanted, then staged a car chase and gunfight and you killed him. Now you can be the one to survive all this, maybe get witness protection even... if you talk to me, and talk to me now."

"That old man out there." said the perp. "He's one of the FBI big boys. He ain't gonna let me and my guys slide. We know he's a nigger-lover; he wants to fuck us up. I don't trust him. And I don't trust you, either... Iron Crowbar."

"Too bad you don't trust me." I said. "I'm trying to put murderers in jail... and I mean the murderers of those drivers in the City. One of them was a white guy, just like you and your guys. You can't let that go... can you? But you're right about one thing... that man out there wants to fuck you up, and fuck you up real bad. He even wants to borrow my crowbar and shove it up all your asses. Me, I don't like loaning the crowbar out... as long as you talk to me."

The man looked at me, trying to gauge my seriousness, and my intent. "All right," he finally said, "I need full immunity, witness protection, the works..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Commander," said J.R. Barnes an hour later, "we found blood on the balcony where the perp was. We think you hit him."

"Or her." I said. I took out my gun, cleared it, and handed it to Barnes. This was now an official investigation of my shooting the perp on the balcony. He bagged it, gave me a receipt for it, and said I'd have it back in 24 hours. I knew I'd be permitted to carry another handgun, which I had at home, but when I left the Jail here I'd be on admin duty for a day or two. Meanwhile, the red crowbar would have to do.

Cindy said "I guess we can visit Melina and see if she's wounded."

"Yes." I said "And no kidding... do that. Go to her fucking house, see if she's wounded."

"And if she is?" Cindy said.

"Yeah, that's a point. Never mind, we'll find out tomorrow." I replied.

I didn't have to wait that long. Sheriff Daniel Allgood appeared at the Jail... accompanied by his wife Melina. Not a scratch on her.

The Sheriff came in. "What's going on?" he asked.

"I'll tell you soon." I said. "But Daniel, you have to send Melina home. She cannot be here."

"What? Why not?" Daniel asked, peering at me. I met his look.

"She's not authorized to be here, Sheriff." I said. "This one is a B.F.D., and she's not invited to the party. Tell her to go back home." Daniel reluctantly did so, and Melina's look at me as she left was something between a peering inquiry and a look meant to kill.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"He talked." said the U.S. Attorney for our area. "I gave him witness protection and full immunity if he testifies against the others. He admitted that one of the others killed Holden, told us how without being prompted. Everything matches your earlier case notes, Commander. Congratulations, you get to testify to corroborate his testimony."

"That, I can do." I said. "So Holden's murder is solved, and off the books. Like I said Jack... better lucky than good."

"I'd say you're a huge amount of both." Muscone said. "And congratulations. Outstanding job."

The U.S. Attorney said "He also gave us names and addresses of the people he thinks killed the SPS drivers. They're in Westphalia, southwest of the City."

"Well, don't dawdle, give the information to Agent Muscone so he can send a welcoming committee for them!" I said.

"There is one other thing." said the U.S. Attorney. "The guy said one other thing that you need to know. He said that part of their mission was to recon the Civic Center. Means of entry without being noticed, security for it, stuff like that..."

I did not have to see Cindy to feel the vibe she suddenly was sending out...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Alas, those perps would not see the justice administered in a Courtroom... but they did get 'Justice'. Four men were found dead in an apartment in Westphalia. They were connected to the stolen boxes by the boxes of latex gloves found at the scene: the powder in those gloves matched the powder found on those stolen boxes and gaming systems.

"All four killed, execution-style." reported Eduardo Escobar. "Looks like a hit team came in. No cellphones found, no computers. Just the bodies, some laundry, and the barest furniture."

I nodded as Jack Muscone told me. I said "I'm predicting that a burner phone near here will be found to have called a burner phone somewhere in the vicinity of Mr. Blassingame. Then another call on a burner will have gone out, and our perps met their grisly end as a result."

"Who killed the killers?" asked Jack, rhetorically.

"Forest Service Rangers." I replied cryptically.

"What?" Jack said. "Don, it's three o'clock in the morning..."

"Oh," said Cindy, "I think I figured it out..."

Part 10 - Solution

Thursday evening, December 15th. We were in the back room of The Steakhouse. The DepDirector was going to pick up the tab. John 'Jack' Colby gave his standard discount; he asked the DepDirector for one dollar, received it, and said "Paid in full. I appreciate what the FBI as well as the TCPD does to protect us." The DepDirector, forewarned by me, didn't argue.

The dinner was delicious. I looked around the room, seeing Laura, the DepDirector, Jack Muscone and Tanya Perlman, Martin Nash and Sandra Speer, Eduardo Escobar and his wife Rosalyn, Lindy Linares, and Cindy Ross. Unfortunately, because of the nature of the crime and its solutions, not many others could be here. Teresa Croyle had been invited, but had had a previous engagement with Todd for some corporate Christmas party. I realized Todd was keeping Teresa busy... partially to keep Teresa from idly sitting and thinking about Amy...

*ding* *ding* *ding* *ding*

Cindy tapped her wine glass to bring us to order, and invited me to explain the solution.

"Well," I said, "This one was pretty straightforward. I didn't have a lot to do with it." No one bought that for a minute, and they said so in no uncertain terms.

"Seriously." I said. "You FBI guys had all the information, you raided the 'Opelika Software' place, and Captain Croyle led the TCPD in making the arrests. Not much for l'il ol' me to do."

The DepDirector stepped in: "I just got a text from Chief Griswold. It says 'Modesty is a human trait, Commander'." Everyone laughed, then the DepDirector continued "The Chief is right; your modesty will not hold up in a realistic examination of this case, not to mention solving the Holden murder."

"Okay, okay," I said, "I did observe a few things and saved you guys a little time. So, let's go through it. We had two dead truck drivers, shot by professional killers using .22 WMR firearms. They did not take the truck itself, fearing it would have a GPS or other tracking device, and they were right. That alone spoke volumes to me: these perps either were in-the-know about SPS trucks, suggesting an inside job; or they were extremely well trained to take all the variables into consideration, and that suggested the Government itself."

I went on: "Granger's lack of cooperation was very strange. He could've pretended to cooperate, sent us on wild goose chases, but he chose to be a dick and to arouse our suspicions. Maybe he didn't think I'd have the City Police arrest him so fast, maybe he thought he could bluff his way through all this and come out all free and clear on the other end."

"I then realized we'd have to do this the hard way, and have every package re-examined by scanner. That did save some time over physically going over ever single package. And when that anomalous package popped out, I was met by extraordinary good fortune, and found some useful fingerprints on the box."

"I don't think it's a coincidence that you always have such good fortune, Commander." said the DepDirector. "If luck is where preparation meets opportunity, you are the poster child for it."

"You're too kind, sir." I said. "But yes, we would've found that box and its contents eventually. So that led to the raid on 'Opelika Software'. That was an interesting name: Opelika, Alabama, which is not far from Auburn, Alabama, suggested to me a Southern influence on this case. Some here might remember that Harold Malone met his death in southern Alabama, so I don't think the name was a huge coincidence."

"Anyway, you guys raided the place, and in their haste to get out, the people there left behind a massively important piece of paper." I said. "At this point, let me just tell you what the perps did and intended to do."

I went on: "The sophisticated system was hidden in a standard Peach Computers gaming box and sent to the Opelika Software address. I suspect this is not the first 'gaming system' that went there. The driver of Truck 164, Walton, was exceptionally lucky that his truck was asked to stay behind; had he gone out on the road, we would've been investigating three murders, and the system would've been in the killers' hands."

I continued, though I noticed the desire of many of my listeners to ask questions. "So, he was held back, and it just so happened that the package involved was the one he'd waited for. He was supposed to take it to Opelika Software, where they would've taken it into the back area, affixed a new address label over the old one, and handed it right back to Walton. He then would've delivered it to our Town."

"But..." said Sandra Speer. I nodded for her to ask her question, and she said "But why did they have to attack two trucks, kill their drivers, and take the contents? It was their own people delivering the system!"


"You're right." I said. "And that puzzled me, but then I realized what was going on. I asked about the Forest Service Rangers, and the reporting of the fire that the firefighters couldn't find. So, Cindy, what's the answer to that?"

"Two fires." Cindy said. "Each Forest Ranger is seeing a different fire, so the lines of intersection are not where either fire is."

"And that is the whole point of this case." I said. "We have two separate cells within the 'Company' working against each other!" I let that sink in a moment, then said "The group sending the package, which I'll call 'Team A', is the one Blassingame is working with. He was sending that package here for some reason, and I'll get to that in a minute."

"The other team," I said, "which I'll call 'Team B', was Granger's group, and included his assistant Marilyn. Actually, I have reason to believe that she is the true leader, and Granger is her Energizer Bunny on the distributorship floor. He has a lot to do in his job, while she's seemingly sitting back doing paperwork, and nobody really notices her. So their group tries to get the package, but they're not exactly sure which SPS Truck it's going to be on. Ergo, they take out Trucks 162 and 166, and would have done so with Truck 164, but Providence intervened on our behalf."

"As did the Iron Crowbar." said Muscone. "So how did you connect all that to the Holden murder?"

"Ah, that one was also a bit of luck." I said. "Holden's murder is still something we have to keep our wits about us over. At the time of the killing, it wasn't clear to me if T-Square was involved, if it was someone sending T-Square a message or warning, or it was something else entirely. But before I get ahead of myself..."

I continued: "One big question I'm sure you're all asking is 'Why were they sending that device, here, to my County?'. I sure was asking it, and I realized that the pieces fit some stuff going on. Martin has been up to Lake Amengi-Nunagen, and his business up there is not to watch the leaves turn colors. And I know what's going on in my home County, especially after Westboro's death."

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