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We approached the house, both of us in full gear with Tasers drawn and radios on. Conor agreed to watch the back in case Marshall was inside and tried to make another run for it, taking the battering ram with him. I grabbed my pry bar, in case I had to get through the security screen door.
“Front door in position,” I called on my radio once I was on the porch.
“Back door, ready when you are, love.”
I pounded on the front door. “Open up! Bail enforcement!” I always loved doing that. I punched the doorbell several times.
The main door opened, but the woman with the buzz cut remained behind the safety of a mesh steel security door. I recognized her as Mandy Hudson from her driver’s license photo. She was about my age, maybe a few years older. Had the physique of someone who was an ath
