True To The Game III

The Getaway

Ellington pulled up about the time Cleaver arrived.

“Are you sure this is the place?” Cleaver asked. “I hope that I don’t look like an asshole.”

“What’s with the patrol cars?” Ellington whispered.

Cleaver shook his head. “I sent them. That little bitch isn’t giving us the slip this time. There’s a fire escape around the back of the building. I’m going to send the officers in through the front, while we are going to go and cover the back, which is probably how they intend to escape.”

Davis nodded. “Good thinking.”

“Ready to get paid?” Cleaver asked with a smile.

A gun went off inside the building, causing several of the gathered officers to duck and scatter for cover.

Several black Suburbans raced into the parking lot. Josh, Phil, and Lavon leaped out of the lead SUV and rushed up to Ellington, Davis, and Cleaver.

“Nice night for an arrest, isn’t it?” Cleaver smiled.

Josh smiled and shook his head. “You took the words right outta my mouth, you sack of shit.”

“Turn around and place your hands on your heads!” Lavon shouted.

“What?” Ellington asked.

“We’re fucking cops, you assholes!” Cleaver protested.

Phil and several other agents had their weapons drawn.

“I said turn around and put your hands over your heads!” Lavon shouted again.

“This is bullshit!” Ellington said. She turned and placed her hands over her head. Davis did the same.

“Turn around and place your hands on your head!” Josh told Cleaver.

“Will you wait just a goddamned minute!” Cleaver shouted. “I am Internal Affairs, and you’re interfering in some serious police business!”

“I’m FBI, and I say you have no business being a police officer!” Josh told him. “Now stop resisting, before I have Phil shoot you!”

“We have suspects inside!” Cleaver shouted. “And a damn gun just went off!”

“The real cops will take care of it!” Josh told him. “Now turn around!”

“You fucking asshole! They’re escaping around the back!” Cleaver shouted.

Josh drew his weapon.

“You going to let them fucking escape!” Cleaver shouted. He pulled away from Josh and began running.

Josh holstered his pistol and chased Cleaver, tackling him by the side of the building. The other agents quickly came to Josh’s assistance. They manhandled Cleaver into submission and handcuffed him.

“They’re getting away!” Cleaver shouted. “Agent, let me talk to you in private! I have a deal for you that you can’t resist!”

Josh turned to Phil. “Go and listen to his deal, and then add attempting to bribe a federal agent to his charges.”

Phil laughed and headed off to the SUV, where the other agents were shoving Cleaver inside. Lavon walked up to Josh.

“And what are we going to do about them?” she asked, nodding toward the storage facility.

Josh shrugged. “Not our business, Lavon. Not our business. We’re here to bust some crooked cops.”

Lavon lifted an eyebrow. “There’s a lot of money in there that somebody is getting away with.”

“It’s her money, and judging from the things that have happened to her, she deserves it. Hey, Lavon, I get my jollies fucking over the big guy, not the little ones.” Josh walked to the front of the building and stared up at it. “You better run, girl. And you better take that money, and you better do something with it. Do something good with it.”

A patrolman walked out of the storage unit building.

“Find anything?” Josh asked.

“Two bodies. The night clerk and an unidentified black man,” the officer told him.

“Anybody else?”

The officer shook his head. “No, sir.”

“Call Detective Curtis Miles from Homicide,” Josh told the officer. “Tell him that in all probability, I’ve got the murder suspect that he’s been searching for lying dead in there.”

The officer nodded and headed for his patrol car.

“Wow, we saved the day, huh?” Lavon asked.

“We sure did. Good work, agent,” Josh told her. He pulled her close and wrapped his arm around her. “C’mon, let’s get outta here. Buy you a hot cup of coffee.”

“And a doughnut?” Lavon asked, as if the coffee just wasn’t enough.

“Sprinkles?”

“Yeah, sprinkles.”