AFTER THE SECOND ROUND of knocking with no response, Joe turned to the officer to his right.
“Ram it,” he commanded.
The man nodded and moving into position swung the battering ram twice with all his might, splintering the sturdy wooden door where the lock held it closed. The force swung the door’s remnants open.
Joe started to move through the doorway, but several shots fired at him drove him backward, and he ducked around to Nathan’s side.
“He’s not gonna cooperate,” Joe panted. “I was afraid of that.”
“You hit?”
“Nope,” Joe confirmed.
“Now what?” Jenkins asked.
“Gotta go through,” Nathan said. “I counted seven shots. Anybody happen to know what kind of weapon he owns?”
“Smith & Wesson M&P .40 caliber,” Jenkins answered. “I looked up his registration.”
“Which means, he still ha
