“Get the Jeep,” he said to Chico. “I’m gonna see where he’s going.”
The surveillance trip was relatively short. The Ford truck Chico was following at a discreet distance turned off Texas Highway 130 just west of town and pulled into a parking lot. It was the headquarters of the Caldwell Country Sheriff.
“Damn, dude—it’s a cop-shop. What’s he doin’ there?”
“Who the f**k knows? He ain’t a cop, maybe he’s just seein’ somebody or he’s gotta do some paperwork.” Emilio didn’t like this turn of events. If the target is tied in with local law, the cops might keep a close eye on him or do extra patrols by his property. It was a complication—just like the f*****g dog. “Drive on. We’ll get the groceries and then swing back by here.”
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Shake gave his name at the front desk and waited for instruct
