Barnett POV
My phone rang just as Duvain and I pulled up to the curb outside Olivia’s two-bedroom ranch. “What have you got, John?” I asked when I answered Kuvechy’s call.
“Gardner is not at the studio. We’re executing the search warrant, now,” he said.
“Good. We just pulled up to the house. Let me know immediately if you find the gun.”
After disconnecting the call, we pulled the snaps on our holsters and checked our weapons a second time as squad cars began to line the street around us, then pushed open our doors and stepped out of the car. Two uniformed officers went to the houses on either side to evacuate the residents while two others used their cruisers to block off the street at either end. Duvain and I met with another eight officers on the sidewalk near the front of Olivia’s
