Chapter Ten
The sirens cut through the peace and quiet of the neighborhood, and Luke knew they were driving into trouble. “Tell me again what Charlotte said.”
Marcus was gunning the engine around the corner to his small older house, only a few blocks from their mom’s. He spotted Harold up ahead, lights flashing, car door open. He was hunched down behind it, gun in hand. This was something he was familiar with. People were running, and another cop, Colby, he thought, was hurrying them along. They were total amateurs.
“Calls came in about gunfire, two guys with guns that the neighbors saw outside, one around the back of my house. Charlotte thought it was a joke until another neighbor called in, knowing we’re cops and I’m the sheriff. She knew this wasn’t local cops…”
Harold came on over
