where he can stand on his own two feet again.”
“I’ve been trying to get him back on his feet for months, but it’s not working.” She growled in frustration. “I helped him get his own place, so he’d see that he could still be self-sufficient. Then I helped him get a job at the DCO so he could still use his tactical skills. Heck, I even tried to get him a service dog to take care of, thinking that would help him, but Jayson refused to even go look at the cute little fur ball, saying he could barely take care of himself much less a pet. Nothing I do seems to help, and he’s drifting further away every day.”
Danica offered her a small smile. “I wish I could give you some magical piece of advice, but I can’t. It’s going to take more than getting him a dog—or a job. You need to give him a purpose, a reason to keep going and get out of bed every day.”
“How the hell do I do that?” Layla demanded, especially when Dick was waiting in the wings with a syringe full of drugs that promised a shortcut back to everything Jayson used to be.
“You’re going to have to prove to him that he’s still the same man he used to be, injured or not.”
That was easier said than done.
Layla was still pondering that impossible task when the radio on top of the monitors crackled to life and Clayne’s rough voice filled the back of the ops van. “Everybody get ready. Our buyers are three minutes out and our target is probably in the area already. Layla, fire up the drone camera and find him.”
Danica swiveled her chair around. “That’s my cue. See you later.”
As Danica hopped out of the van to meet up with Clayne, Layla grabbed the controls for the drone. She guided it off the roof, letting it hover above the building, so she could see the streets below. A few minutes later, two dark blue SUVs pulled into the warehouse. A little while after that, a van came down the street.
“There’s a white van coming toward the warehouse from the East End side,” she said softly into the radio as the vehicle moved slowly through the alley and entered the building. “The van doesn’t have windows on the side or in back, so I can’t see what’s inside, but it’s low on its shocks so they’re carrying something heavy, whatever it is.”
“Can you see the driver or tell how many other people are in the vehicle with him?” Danica asked.
Danica and the rest of the team were hidden in the warehouse, ready to make their move as soon as they verified this really was a weapons deal. Clayne and Danica would focus on the man they hoped was Kojot, while Foley and Hightower apprehended the locals who were there to buy the weapons. Foley and Hightower had gotten the short end of the stick in Layla’s opinion. There were six buyers, all of them armed.
“Negative,” she said. “All of the front windows are tinted.”
“Understood,” Clayne replied in a low, gruff voice that always made it sound like he was pissed at something—which he usually was. “Let us know the second you confirm we’re dealing with weapons here and not some drug deal or a truck full of stolen computers. If that’s the case, we abort without response. It might be Kojot setting a trap to see if we’re on his trail. We don’t break cover unless we’re sure it’s him.”
Layla followed the van on the monitors as it moved into the warehouse, then pulled up next to the two SUVs and stopped. The buyers looked nervous as heck as they moved to form a semicircle around the front of the van. She supposed she couldn’t blame them. If the intel on Kojot was right, he was one hell of a scary dude.
A minute later, the driver’s side door opened and a man in jeans and a T-shirt stepped out. He wasn’t a big guy, but he was in good shape and definitely moved like a person who wasn’t concerned with all the armed men standing around him. He didn’t necessarily look like a cold-blooded killer, but Layla supposed he could be Kojot. It would have been
“I’ve been trying to get him back on his feet for months, but it’s not working.” She growled in frustration. “I helped him get his own place, so he’d see that he could still be self-sufficient. Then I helped him get a job at the DCO so he could still use his tactical skills. Heck, I even tried to get him a service dog to take care of, thinking that would help him, but Jayson refused to even go look at the cute little fur ball, saying he could barely take care of himself much less a pet. Nothing I do seems to help, and he’s drifting further away every day.”
Danica offered her a small smile. “I wish I could give you some magical piece of advice, but I can’t. It’s going to take more than getting him a dog—or a job. You need to give him a purpose, a reason to keep going and get out of bed every day.”
“How the hell do I do that?” Layla demanded, especially when Dick was waiting in the wings with a syringe full of drugs that promised a shortcut back to everything Jayson used to be.
“You’re going to have to prove to him that he’s still the same man he used to be, injured or not.”
That was easier said than done.
Layla was still pondering that impossible task when the radio on top of the monitors crackled to life and Clayne’s rough voice filled the back of the ops van. “Everybody get ready. Our buyers are three minutes out and our target is probably in the area already. Layla, fire up the drone camera and find him.”
Danica swiveled her chair around. “That’s my cue. See you later.”
As Danica hopped out of the van to meet up with Clayne, Layla grabbed the controls for the drone. She guided it off the roof, letting it hover above the building, so she could see the streets below. A few minutes later, two dark blue SUVs pulled into the warehouse. A little while after that, a van came down the street.
“There’s a white van coming toward the warehouse from the East End side,” she said softly into the radio as the vehicle moved slowly through the alley and entered the building. “The van doesn’t have windows on the side or in back, so I can’t see what’s inside, but it’s low on its shocks so they’re carrying something heavy, whatever it is.”
“Can you see the driver or tell how many other people are in the vehicle with him?” Danica asked.
Danica and the rest of the team were hidden in the warehouse, ready to make their move as soon as they verified this really was a weapons deal. Clayne and Danica would focus on the man they hoped was Kojot, while Foley and Hightower apprehended the locals who were there to buy the weapons. Foley and Hightower had gotten the short end of the stick in Layla’s opinion. There were six buyers, all of them armed.
“Negative,” she said. “All of the front windows are tinted.”
“Understood,” Clayne replied in a low, gruff voice that always made it sound like he was pissed at something—which he usually was. “Let us know the second you confirm we’re dealing with weapons here and not some drug deal or a truck full of stolen computers. If that’s the case, we abort without response. It might be Kojot setting a trap to see if we’re on his trail. We don’t break cover unless we’re sure it’s him.”
Layla followed the van on the monitors as it moved into the warehouse, then pulled up next to the two SUVs and stopped. The buyers looked nervous as heck as they moved to form a semicircle around the front of the van. She supposed she couldn’t blame them. If the intel on Kojot was right, he was one hell of a scary dude.
A minute later, the driver’s side door opened and a man in jeans and a T-shirt stepped out. He wasn’t a big guy, but he was in good shape and definitely moved like a person who wasn’t concerned with all the armed men standing around him. He didn’t necessarily look like a cold-blooded killer, but Layla supposed he could be Kojot. It would have been
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