Early the following morning, Shakil and Wabu were waiting patiently in the nondescript van outside the building where Inspector Teixeira lived. It was a luxury high-rise apartment building and security was too good for them to try to gain access to his vehicle.
Shortly before six, Wabu exited the vehicle and slipped into the bushes surrounding the exit to the building. He waited for twenty minutes as various vehicles left the parking garage before he was rewarded for his patience. Teixeira’s black Jeep Cherokee came to a halt a few feet in front of him, as the vigilant policeman waited for the gate to close behind him.
Wabu aimed what looked like a large bore pistol at the vehicle and pulled the trigger. There was barely any sound as the compressed air spat the projectile against the rea
