CHAPTER TEN
Eleven miles away from the A1 headquarters where Avery and Connelly were having a tense back-and-forth, O’Malley was quickly stepping out of his patrol car. Three other cars were pulling in behind him, all coming to quick and quiet halts. He waited a beat for everyone to get out of their cars. Including O’Malley, there were five officers in all.
They had all parked on the south side of Commerce Street, adjacent to a rundown apartment complex. Someone from that complex had made the call to the A1, followed by a second less than eight minutes later. Apparently, there was a very good chance that Howard Randall was hiding out in the warehouse that sat along the corner of Commerce Street—the very same warehouse O’Malley was leading the four other officers toward.
It was nearing n
