Snippet #760729

Sam had heard the same information over the police scanner that Big Leo’s men had heard. He sat in his car, smoking a cigarette, waiting to hear more… but nothing came. This disturbed him greatly. He tossed his cigarette from the window before sighing. It wouldn’t hurt to drive over and check it out. As he neared, he could see the SWAT van, the cruisers. Parking his unmarked sedan, he moved around to the back of the car, digging around in his trunk for his Kevlar. Strapping the vest on, he checked his gun and headed into the building. Empty. They’d been tipped far enough in advance. A mole. Sam cursed to himself, nodding in greeting to the stunned SWAT members he saw. They seemed let down. They had been expecting a good raid… not emptiness.

Searching the building, Sam found Harry in the penthouse, looking forlorn. He had heard the question Harry had asked while thinking he was alone. “Well, you can start by telling me who called off the official raid?... and then telling me what the hell you guys are doing here anyway?” He knew his words would startle the jumpy officer and he approached him, laying a fatherly hand on his shoulder. “I’m proud of you for disobeying orders,” he whispered quietly. “But son, don’t try to be a hero. What if they had been here? I don’t want to be going to another funeral, watching my niece cry her eyes out.” He turned and moved to the window, looking down at the street. “You need more officers you can trust before trying to take this one out. He has powerful friends, and apparently someone inside on his side.”