4 - Connection
Constable Jerome Jeters slammed into his tiny office, throwing the door so hard against the jamb, the window inset nearly shattered from the impact. Long seconds passed as he stood there on the threadbare carpet and tried to get a grip on himself, on his anger that continued to boil just under the surface.
The bastards had slipped under their net as cleanly as if they’d been forewarned ahead of time. Jeters was certain that was a very good possibility. Someone’s fingers were seeing a bit of green, someone within the department. Someone who’d allowed the men Jeters had sent out to waylay the person or persons responsible for the multi-million dollar diamond heist to miss the hand-over. Now he had four people highly pissed at him: his boss, the owner of the diamonds, the man
