Thanks to Devir Ginator for all his editing skills. Sorry for the delay in posting the ending of this series but here it is. I hope you all enjoy it.
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After I had changed I found the detectives and Alex as they waited poolside.
"How promising does this lead look to you both?" He was asking as I walked up.
"Someone has definitely been using the place," Det. Lang answered gruffly. "It's an old warehouse with a whole lot of nothing around it and it sits right off the Intercoastal. Our guys, that have had eyes on, say there's four inside right now."
"There were five when they went after Miss Voss," Alex pointed out.
"Coffee run?" I ventured as I gave him a look for being formal about Addison.
"We aren't sure," Det. Young answered. "We thought you might want to get eyes on and see if you recognize anyone. You're welcome to come along as well, Mr. Kortesis."
Alex shook his head.
"I haven't been in contact with these guys like Ken has," He stated then looked toward Addison's balcony. "I'll stay here and wait on updates."
"Ready if you are, Kenny," Det. Young said.
"Give me second and I'll meet you at your car," I stated.
As they walked off I turned to Alex and raised my eyebrows questioningly.
"Just go with them, Ken," He sighed and folded his arms across his chest.
"I'll go once you clue me in as to what is going on with you," I stated as I ignored his wishes.
"I... I questioned Addison about her trip after the party. It didn't go well," He admitted.
"I thought we had dropped the whole Russian angle already?" I asked.
"We had but when we found that a substantial amount of money has gone missing from the business accounts of Voss Enterprises I wanted to dig a little deeper and her trip just..." He grumbled.
"Tripped your spidey sense?" I interrupted him. "How substantial are we talking about?"
"Without an official audit we aren't sure," He answered. "It looks like whoever was doing it was funneling small amounts from different areas of all the companies so it would be harder to detect."
"You brought this to Mr. Voss' attention?" I asked.
"As soon as we triple checked it to be sure," He answered. "We haven't traced where the money ended up but we're working on it with his people."
"And Addison?" I asked.
"She had gone to Belarus to check out some missing money on a project there," He sighed. "Then she told me that I could stick any further questions about her dealings there in a very particular orifice."
"Cut her some slack. One of her best friends took off this morning," I shared.
"Heard about that," he said as he looked at me closely. "Are you good?"
"Not really," I answered with a shrug, "but what am I supposed to do about it?"
It was Alex's turn to shrug then he nodded toward the house.
"You don't want to keep the detectives waiting," He said.
Alex knew me well enough to know when not to push. This was one of those times. I nodded at him then joined the detectives at their car.
"Is everything cool?" Det. Young asked as I slipped into the backseat.
"Sure," I lied.
She didn't look as if she believed me but she tapped Det. Lang's shoulder and he put the car in gear. We made idle chit chat as Lang drove us to our destination. A run down looking warehouse district just off one the Intercoastal waterway's tributaries. The whole area had a look of disuse to it save for the occasional bit of graffiti.
"The place that we're looking at is on the far end." Det. Young shared as Det. Lang pulled to a stop. "It's the most isolated unit and it has access to the waterway."
"We've got to walk in otherwise we risk being seen or heard," Det. Lang pointed out.
"Cameras?" I asked as I looked around.
"Unsure," he answered. "There's too much open ground around the place for us to be sure. We can't get close enough to check."
"Sounds like a promising place to set up but too bad for us if we can't get close enough to find out if this is a waste of time or not," I commented.
"We'll know more in a few minutes," He shared and nodded toward the waterway where a police boat was docked just out of sight of the warehouse. "Swat is on the way to check it out."
"Swat? Isn't that a little much on a hunch?" I asked. "We aren't even sure how accurate the information you found is."
"This thing involves the richest family in the state so the word came down that whatever it takes to ends this, we use," He answered.
"You agree with this?" I spun and asked Det. Young.
"Way above my pay grade, Ken," She answered as we reached the boat. "Bobby, I think I'm going to stay on land for the time being."
He nodded as I gave her a quizzical look.
"Sea sickness?" I asked and she nodded.
I nodded back sympathetically and boarded the boat. On the boat were a pair of detectives.
"No movement for a couple of hours now," one of them reported.
"They must be sleeping," The other shared. "Is tactile en route?"
Det. Lang nodded.
"They're five minutes out," he answered. "The mayor wants this handled now. They aren't expecting us so we can wrap this up quick and easy like."
I shook my head.
"Something's wrong with all this," I said. "They can't be this sloppy. They haven't been so far, so why change now?"
"You think it's a set up?" Det. Young knelt down and asked.
"I'm not sure," I answered. "It just feels, I don't know, too easy?"
"Take easy whenever you can get it, Grayson," Lang chuckled.
I nodded but I still felt ill at ease with the situation. I just couldn't put my finger on why. I looked toward the warehouse that was about a hundred yards away from our vantage point and sighed.
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A few minutes later they get a call that SWAT had set up a staging area and were gearing up to move in. They asked if there had been any movement from the target building.
"Negative movement," Det. Lang reported back. "We think they're sleeping."
"Let's wake them up then," the team leader responded back.
A moment later I heard a pair of engines growing closer then a pair of Swat trucks sped across the bumpy macadam toward the building.
"This is all wrong," I muttered to no one in particular as the trucks got closer to the warehouse.
The trucks came to a stop at the warehouse and then nothing. No one inside the warehouse opened fire. No one made a break for it. It was silent.