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Part 18 - Angels In Action
When a.40 S&W caliber semi-auto pistol is fired, it is not the relatively quiet *plink* of.22LR rounds. And when one is fired indoors, the noise is absolutely deafening.
In that surreality of not being able to hear anything, I saw the back of Tommy Ridley's head explode, and 'stuff' spraying all over the Federal Agents near him. The second shot got him just below the neck. Ridley fell backwards onto the legs of other Agents near him, then rolled off onto the floor.
I did not need to look the other way to know that Chief Deputy Cindy Ross had fired the fatal shots. She had the Power of the Vibe, and 'saw' even before I did what Ridley was about to do... and had her gun out and firing before he could get a shot off.
"You fucking bitch!" yelled Lindsey Black, going for her own gun and trying to tear off the zip-tie.
*WHACK!*
The red crowbar came down across her wrists, and her weapon clattered to the floor. I grabbed her and literally threw her over my shoulder to Teresa, who executed an outstanding takedown, twisting Black's arm behind her back.
"
Don't even think about it!
" I yelled at the Federal Agents, some of whom had instinctively gone for their guns. I was brandishing my crowbar above my head. Deputies came over, one cuffing Lindsey Black's arms behind her, others covering the Agents... and the guys on my side, too, to be fair.
"Grab that weapon." I said to Teresa "Bag it. We'll see if the ballistics match the bullets fired into Walker's car." Teresa took the evidence bag I handed her, that I'd had in my pocket, carefully shook the cartridges out of the revolver and into the bag, then put the gun in the bag and made the proper notations.
"He's dead." said Karl Coleman loudly, having rushed to aid Ridley. "God damn you to hell, you fucking dyke!" he yelled at Cindy. Fortunately for him, Deputies restrained me from doing the right thing and cleaving Coleman's head in two with a mighty crowbar swing...
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3:00pm, Tuesday, March 2nd. With so many Federal and State Agents involved in the case, who could be brought in to investigate the mess, that would provide a reasonable amount of impartiality as well as get the job done? The Federal Protective Service (FPS) protects all Federal properties, as does the U.S. Marshal's Service and the Department of Homeland Security.
Federal Judge Herbert had Special Agent In Charge Ashton Cardigan step out of his comfort zone to lead the cobbled-together team, which included Supervisory Special Agent Miles Winters of Homeland Security, Supervisory Special Agent Nate Grimes of the FBI Office of Professional Review, and Federal Marshals Tommy Dugan and Kurt Powell.
The revolver that Ridley tried to use to shoot Matty Graves was sent to the State Crime Lab in Westphalia. Within an hour we learned that it was the revolver that had shot CPD Lieutenant Walker in the head.
"How did he get that in here?" Judge Herbert asked Winters and me after we learned the news.
I replied "The Federal Building allows armed Law Enforcement Officers inside when proper identification and credentials are exhibited. There were a ton of LEOs and Federal Agents here for this hearing, so we all were allowed in without having to go through the detectors. Apparently Ridley had the extra revolver strapped to his ankle and walked in with it."
Winters said "And he allowed his main service weapon to be zip-tied when he came into the Courtroom, but no one checked to see if he had a second firearm."
I said "It'll be a pain in the ass, Your Honor, but I'd recommend that armed Agents and LEOs be 'wanded' when they first come in."
"I'll consider that." said the Judge. Alas, the precaution would never be implemented.
In the confusion after the initial shooting, First Deputy Commissioner Liz Chennault had managed to sneak out of the Courtroom and the Federal Building. Bureau Chief Ken Z. Adams had also tried, and had failed. He was taken into custody.
I also told Judge Herbert about the 'Morrison Plumbing & Electric' van, and how we'd seen that logo before. Yep, I had to generate paperwork in the form of a sworn affidavit for the Judge, with the TCPD case number included.
Lindsey Black had been let go after her weapon had been put in an evidence bag. For that matter, all of our weapons had had to be yielded and put in evidence bags, and we'd get them back when we left the building. I did get to keep my crowbar; no one but Teresa and Cindy had the guts to try to take it from me, and they were on my side.
Cindy would be restricted from carrying her firearm in the Federal Building until the investigation was completed. That would take a week, but it would be ruled a 'good shoot' as well as good shooting. Before we left, Miles Winters turned Cindy's weapon over to Teresa, who would give it back to Cindy after we got back home that evening.
At 4:30pm, Judge Herbert issued his formal ruling: the charges against Wes Masters were dismissed
with prejudice.
. He said that City D.A. Ann Tish and Inspector Britt Maxwell could go for indictments... of Liz Chennault and Ken Z. Adams. Britt filed the charges immediately. Tish refused to; in fact, she said out loud she still wanted to charge Wes Masters with something, if she could find something to paste him with.
As we were about to leave, J.J. Perry and Matty Graves came up to me and Teresa. I'd seen them man-hugging as they shook hands. "So you knew who he was, sir?" Ice Cube asked me.
"Oh, yeahhhh." I said. "Why do you think he got released from our County Jail three times in the last eight years? You didn't think that was
your
doing, did ya?" That got a good laugh out of both of them.
"We're going to go to dinner with Inspector Maxwell and her people." said Matty Graves. "Y'all want to join us?"
"I can't speak for Commander Croyle," I said, "but I have to get back home."
"I've got family in Town, so I'll have to take a raincheck." Teresa said.
"And Matty, be careful out there." I said. "It's right after an undercover operative is outed that the revenge assassination attempts will happen. Have eyes in the back of your head."
"I'm going to talk to him about what I learned after being outed." said Ice Cube Perry. "It'll be all good..."
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6:30pm, Tuesday, March 2nd. First Deputy Commissioner Liz Chennault sat on the sofa of her very high-end townhouse west of the City Center, one of the best areas in The City. She was in her full dress uniform. And she was holding her powerful handgun under her head, the muzzle pressed into her chin.