Chapter 13 - Confronting The Local Chief Of Police
At 5:15 A.M., a convoy of three black federal SUVs rolled quietly down the sleepy suburban street toward the police chief’s residence.
The porch light of the sprawling brick house flickered in the misty dawn air as my tactical team stepped out into the damp grass.
I walked up the front steps, raised my heavy tactical boot, and kicked the front door wide open with a deafening crash.
Chief Thomas bolted down the hallway wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and holding a service pistol in his trembling hand.
“Federal agents! Drop your weapon right now or you will be neutralized!” I shouted, leveling my service weapon squarely at his chest.
Thomas dropped the gun onto the hardwood floor instantly, raising his hands high above his head as the marshals swarmed past me.
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“Agent Sterling? What is the meaning of this intrusion? I am the chief of police in this county!” Thomas stammered furiously.
“Not anymore, Chief; you’re under arrest for grand larceny, extortion, and official misconduct,” I informed him, snapping cuffs on his wrists.
