Two Black SUVs Rolled Into My Aunt’s Backyard

side. Driver seat occupied. Rear doors closed.”

“Heat signature?” Pierce asked.

“Two in front. One rear compartment.”

Not bluffing then.

“Neighbors?” I asked.

“House east side appears empty. West side family still outside by pool.”

“Get them in.”

Sandra relayed it.

The tablet in my hand vibrated. Secure message, forwarded from the burner transcription system.continue reading …