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Part 21 - Shadows In The Night
Jerome and I waited, not moving a muscle, as the steps got closer and the flashlight flickered in the doorway more brightly.
"Wait!" I heard a whispered voice say. "There's lights on in there. Someone's here."
"Ohhhh, shit." said the other voice. I almost groaned out loud. I gave Jerome a withering look, put my finger over my mouth in a 'hush' sign to warn him... and then I hurled my red crowbar at the entrance to the control room.
***CLANG!!***
"Oh Jesus!" gasped one voice. A red laser dot appeared on the floor as the flashlight light concentrated on the red crowbar now lying on the floor.
"Ah, crap." said the other voice. "Don! Is that you?" The voice was that of FBI Special Agent in Charge Jack Muscone!
"It is a dangerous habit to finger loaded firearms in a darkened hallway." I said out loud in an excellent paraphrasing of Professor Moriarty's words to Sherlock Holmes. As I got to the door I bent down and picked up my crowbar, then said "Yes, Jack, it's me."
"Jesus, you scared the shit out of us!" said the other man, who I now recognized as DEA Special Agent Dwight Stevens.
"Serves you right." I said. "You scared the shit out of us, too. What the
fuck
are you two doing here?"
"I might ask you the same question." said Stevens.
"You said 'us'." said Muscone. "Who else is here?"
"Detective Davis. Come on in." I said. "Jerome! Don't shoot the Federal agents, please."
"Yes sir." said Jerome as he came back over and sat down in his original chair as I sat down in mine. I introduced everyone, then said "Pull up a couple of chairs, guys. I just pray to God that you weren't seen by the perps. If you were, we're blown sky-high."
"Looks like you didn't tell us a few things, or we might not've walked in here." said Stevens. "How were we to know
you'd
be here?"
"That's my fault, Dwight." said Muscone. "Don did tell me a lot of it. I should have realized that he meant Valley Villages when he was talking about doing reconnaissance on this."
"I'm curious as to how the two of you found your way down here." I said. "Oh, wait. Let me tell you... Chief Warrant Officer Logan, the Army CID."
"I told you he was
that
good." said Muscone, to Stevens, about me.
"So it appears." said Stevens, who was obviously still very irritated at me. "Yes, Logan really is an Army Warrant Officer with the CID, but he's been working with the DEA for some time now. When we heard about MSG Terhune's death, we asked him to check it out as a possible link to this big State-wide drug ring. Logan got back to us and said it was very possible that there was a connection, but he wasn't sure what had happened. He also wasn't sure he could trust the local Sheriff here, so he didn't say anything to the Sheriff. Then you showed up with one of your Detectives..."
"Why, it was this very Detective here." I said, nodding my head towards Jerome, who grinned as he watched the monitors. "We didn't know anything about the drug ring at the time, though."
"Well, Mr. Muscone and I thought they might come back here, so we decided to give it a shot and come look around." Stevens said. "Mr. Muscone remembered this underground facility and suggested we use it to keep out of sight while we monitored the area."
"Good idea." I said, then added: "Not very original, but good." Jerome was trying hard not to laugh.
Then I said: "A little 'tough love' for you, here. You were lucky. First of all, I saw you come into the hotel parking lot, then check in. I can't help but think you were also observed by others." Muscone nodded.
"Second," I said, "I guess you found a way to come down from the upstairs without having to go outside?"
"Yes." said Muscone. "One of the elevators goes down an extra few floors if one has a key to turn the lock on the panel, and I had such a key. I heard that a condo complex in the City had a similar arrangement."
"Sounds like a fun place." I said, remembering the Wynand Building in the City. "Anyhoo, you were even more lucky in that they came back here this weekend, though it's a trap to see if they're being watched. They usually don't return to the same location after such a short time, and they were here the weekend of MSG Terhune's death."
"So how did you know where they'd be?" asked Stevens.
"We'll have to discuss that later." said Muscone. "Suffice it to say that Don has found their means of communications."
"And you didn't tell us?" Stevens said, again as an accusation.
"Yes, he told me." Jack replied. "And if he's not talking about it, it's not out of a lack of trust, but an overabundance of caution to keep the bad guys from realizing that we know.
"And they're realizing that anyway." I said. "Anything out there, Jerome?"
"Yes sir." said Jerome. "I'm counting six bogey vehicles that have been driving in strange circles all about Valley Villages, stopping at various times and places in a way that suggests they're looking for heat signatures with infrared and night-vision scopes. I've also counted seven drone flights, though it may not be that many actual drones, but repeat flights. They are really scouring the area to see if they're being watched."
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10:00pm, Saturday, January 26th. Large trucks began coming in. They looked like the largest 'U-Rent-It' trucks available. 'U-Rent-It' was a wholly-owned subsidiary of SPS, State Parcel Service, whose CEO was Edward Blassingame. (
Author's note: For more, read 'Delivery In The Rear'.
) I got as many license plate numbers as I could, so we could check to see who rented the trucks.
"Wow," I said as I trained cameras on the trucks, "there's a ton of people in those trucks. Heat signatures galore." As we watched, each truck that came in at five minute intervals off-loaded their supplies at the loading dock on the far side of the school. Then the personnel in the trucks got off and were waiting inside the school and around the perimeter. When I switched to the night-vision camera, it became more clear that these guys were all heavily armed with 'assault' rifles.