Chapter Thirty-four
Thursday, October 23
9:17 PM
Home of PK Dirks
Las Vegas
The squad cars pulled up, three of them, their lights flashing. Las Vegas police jumped out of the vehicles. Craig emerged from his own car, drawing the 9-mm Beretta from his shoulder holster. With his other hand he clutched the folded search warrant and arrest warrant.
Two officers pounded on the door, while Craig stepped back in full view, holding out the warrants as if they were weapons, passing them from hand to hand, shuffling his feet as he waited impatiently. He glanced at his watch.
The officers pounded again, and Craig was just ready to tell them to break the door down, when the lock clicked and the door popped open.
PK Dirks stood in a T-shirt and baggy Bermuda shorts, scratching his beard and bli
