Tactical Deception: Silent Warrior, Book 2

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baby stroller two veiled and covered-from head-to-toe women were pushing. Rico grabbed the front end to keep it from tipping and mouthed a sorry to the ladies, but they just kept their heads down and moved on. He turned his attention to the dispatcher. “I think I have a picture of the Piedmont Park shooter and his car.”
    He told them the partial license plate number then told them what park entrance he was at. They ordered him to stay there.
    To hell with that. If Angie needed him, he was out of there. He called Angie. The paramedics were with Franz and she would accompany him to the hospital. Rico explained what happened on his end, but that was as far as he got before suspicious cops surrounded him with their Glocks drawn. “I’ll call you back, Angel.”
    One of the cops stepped forward. “Hands up where we can see them. I’m Officer Carver. You call about the sniper?”
    “Yes.” Rico’s shoulder pain worsened as he raised his arms, his body shook, and sweat drenched him from head to toe. “I’m unarmed and the bastard is getting away.” Rico went to lower his arms.
    “Keep your hands up, sir. Until I confirm you’re unarmed.” The officer patted him down.
    “What the hell is this? I called you. The sniper just took off in a black Jetta. I have a picture of him and the car.”
    “Okay. You’re good. You can lower your arms. Just keep your hands were I can see them. If everybody told the truth, I’d be out of a job. Let’s see what you got then you can tell me your story from the beginning.” Two of the cops remained, and the rest of the men scattered into the park.
    Rico pulled up the pictures from his cell; they were worse than blurry since he’d snapped them at a run. “Damn. The guy is wearing fatigues, brown hair, gray eyes and built.” He told them what happened from the moment Franz was shot. He gave them the sniper’s height and weight. What kind of rifle the gunman had likely used, though he never saw it, and the ammo cartridge size. “He didn’t have the Remington with him, so he must have ditched it in the woods. I can show you where he was shooting from.”
    “For a guy who just happened to be taking a stroll in the park you sure as hell know a lot. Can anyone verify your story?”
    Rico exhaled a load of frustration. Were he in the cop’s shoes, he supposed he’d be suspicious as well. “Why don’t we start over, Officer Carver? I’m Corporal Rico Santana, First Special Forces Operational Detachment-D stationed at Fort Bragg. It’s my job to know. And I can verify where I was. My, uh, girlfriend is on the way to the hospital with one of the victims. I was with her when the shootings started. Why in the hell are we wasting time? You can catch this guy.”
    “An APB has been out since you made the call. My job is you right now. Just because you weren’t pulling the trigger doesn’t mean you aren’t involved. Why don’t you show me the sniper’s spot, then I’ll take you down to the station. We’ll put your cell pics through analysis and you can give the sketch artist a description of the suspect while we check out your story. Then we’ll see.”
    Rico bit back a curse. His gut told him his ass was about to be microscoped inside and out. And it wasn’t going to be pretty.

Chapter Eight
     
    White Aryan Vipers (WAV)
    Militia Training Camp
    Harnett County, North Carolina
    1800 hours
    “He’s never gonna shut up,” Dugar muttered under his breath from the back of the crowd as he watched Slayer pound his fist into his palm. Thirty fools stood around, hanging on the idiot’s every word. Even his friend Bean looked hooked. Believing in seedline supremacy was one thing, but this man was off his rocker. This was supposed to be a training exercise, and he was turning it into a worship-Slayer session.
    “Stuff it, ’fore he hears ya,” Bean whispered. Bean moved in front of Dugar to keep him out of Slayer’s line of sight.
    Dugar frowned. Why the hell was Bean even with

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