Chapter 53The investigators arrived on Noah Beckett's street and Falcone sent Sanchez and Clarke past the location. They turned around in a driveway four houses down, and parked curbside.
From opposite ends of the street they had the front and sides of the house covered.
Falcone used the radio. “Lieutenant, we've got the front. If you come in down Oak, about halfway down the street, you can watch the rear.”
“Roger,” Garcia responded. “No one moves until I am in place.”
“Ten-four.”
Falcone couldn't rationalize the situation. There were arrests made when he summoned up a sliver of sympathy, or empathy—depending—but not now, not this time.
Joshua Beckett broke into a house, got caught, and went to jail. The facts didn't change. Neither did guilt. Noah preyed on his targets, on officers,
