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Officer Jaelan McCourty, most of the stature of a professional football player, sent the white van to the side of the road. “Open the doors, Wingfeld,” he said to the slender platinum blonde cop next to him. “Pretend you’re going to unload something.”
As Wingfeld got out and walked to the back of the bus, McCourty watched the red Jeep out of the corner of his eye. The blue Camry they were chasing was almost out of sight before the red Jeep passed. McCourty pretended to read his documents. As soon as the Jeep had passed by, he informed Whitaker. “I saw two men in the front,” he said. “The rear windows are blinded, no idea if anyone is sitting there too.”
“Okay,” James Whitaker said from the control room. “Wait about three minutes. Then you give chase again. Just overtake them both, th
