Seven
I was walking slower than usual, and I was about halfway down the block when Michael and Dion caught up to me.
“You alright,” Michael asked.
“I will be, thanks.”
We finally walked up to Falerius who was standing over the body he threw out the window like a big game hunter. One foot on the guys back. “Not bad for a street cop, don’t you think?”
I just shook my head. “Nope, that’s pretty damn good,” I said.
A voice came over his radio, “Sergeant Falerius, we have the other snipper in custody. Should we have a car pick him up?”
“Nice work guys, yeah you should do that.”
“Is that the best idea?” I asked.
“What else should we do with him?”
“See if he knows who might have sent him. Ask him who else might be coming. Ask him how he tracked us,” I gave him a blank look.
“Hold that
