Sedona Law 6 by Dave Daren (ebook pdf reader for pc .TXT) 📕

on rims but couldn’t get that far.

The van stopped. It was silent in the yard for about ten seconds. Then Irwin Montague stepped out of the van with his hands raised.

The cavalry swarmed Irwin like a hive of bees. Within minutes, they had him on his knees, handcuffed. The three tattooed men they took into custody next, and then they went after Tony. A SWAT team member wrestled down to the ground, and cuffed him.

“I’m his lawyer,” I protested. “He’s got an immunity deal with Federal Agent Jessica Winslow.”

The SWAT team officer looked perplexed.

“Tony Sanchez,” I said. “His name is Tony Sanchez.”

He got on his radio. “Winslow, do you know anything about a Tony Sanchez?”

“Yeah,” she radioed back. “I’ll be right there.”

Agent Winslow showed up a couple of minutes later and looked Tony up and down disapprovingly.

“You ran,” she scolded.

“Yes ma’am,” he said. “I got scared.”

“But he led us to the smugglers,” I said.

“And I know something else,” he said. “I know how James Matthews died.”

I looked at him wide-eyed.

“You never told me that,” I said.

“You’re coming with me,” Agent Winslow said.

She escorted him to an unmarked squad car.

“Let me know before you question him,” I called out.

“Yeah,” she said. “We’ll call you. Don’t worry.”

The scene was more chaos, and with my witness gone, there was nothing for me to do here.

I drove back home. Because at this point, there was nothing I could do but wait.

Chapter 19

I got the call first thing in the morning. Vicki and I were finishing breakfast, and there wasn’t much to say. I had told her everything. Irwin left a bruise on my jaw, and my nose had pretty much healed. Vicki wasn’t happy about that. But now all there was to do was wait.

I jumped when my phone went off.

“Henry Irving,” I answered.

“Mr. Irving, this is Agent Winslow,” she said.

“Good morning, Agent Winslow,” I said.

“Good morning,” she said. “We’ve got Tony Sanchez in a holding cell at the SPD. We’re ready to question him now.”

“I’m on my way,” I said.

“Thank you,” she answered.

I ended the call and turned to Vicki.

“That was it,” I said. “You coming?”

“Hell yeah,” she said.

We drove out to the police station, and we were quiet most of the way.

“You know Henry,” she said quietly. “Can I ask for something?

“Sure, anything,” I said.

“I know that our careers went in a different way than we expected,” she said.

“Sure,” I said. “This is a million miles from how I thought it would go.”

“That’s the thing,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I said.

“Can you do something for me?” she asked.

“What?” I asked.

The lead in was starting to scare me. What was she trying to ask?”

“Can you stop getting shot at?” she blurted out.

I laughed. “I would love to stop getting shot at. It’s not fun for me either.”

“No,” she said. “Really. I worry about you.”

I blinked in surprise. “I don’t go looking for it. It just happens. We deal with criminals, and criminals frequently have guns.”

“Yeah,” she said. “And you don’t.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well,” she said. “How about this. If you’re going to put yourself in dangerous situations, at least carry a gun.”

“You want me to carry a gun?” I asked incredulously.

“Not all the time,” she said. “Just, if you’re going to chase these criminals, promise me you’ll be prepared.”

“Vic,” I protested.

She looked at me with a firm expression I’d never seen before.

“It’s important to me,” she said.

I sighed. “Okay. I’ll get a gun.”

She took my hand across the console and we were quiet for a moment.

“And I’ll get one too,” she winked. “A pink one.”

“A pink gun?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “I found it online. It’s kind of cute.”

“Do you even know how to use one?” I asked.

“What’s to know?” she said. “You just point, and pull the trigger.”

I laughed. “Spoken like a true California girl.”

“We’ll have to go to a gun range,” she said. “Practice shooting. It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah with your pink gun,” I muttered. “Does it have rhinestones?”

“And flowers too,” she said.

“Oh my god,” I said. “It’s a Barbie gun.”

We arrived at the Sedona Police Department and if it was hectic the last time we were here, this was a straight up madhouse. Fortunately, we weren’t frisked by the security guards this time.

“They didn’t find your pink gun,” I whispered to Vicki and she stifled laughter.

That was when we noticed AJ napping on the waiting room chairs.

“AJ,” I called out.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Vicki, Henry, so glad you’re here.”

“Have you been here all night?” Vicki asked.

She sat beside AJ and rubbed her back.

“Yeah,” she said. “They took him in, and we’ve just been waiting for updates.”

“Why didn’t you call us?” I asked.

“They weren’t saying much,” she said. “I think they were just holding him. But I reminded them to call you before they talked to him. I reminded them like fifty times, and they said they would. So, I figured nothing was happening.”

“Have you eaten anything?” Vicki asked her. “Are you hungry?”

“No, I’m fine,” she said. “I’m just worried.”

“He’s going to be fine,” I said. “We’ve got him an immunity deal.”

“AJ, honey,” a woman approached us. “I brought you something.              You need to eat.”

“Is this--” I gestured toward the woman.

“Vicki, Henry, this is my mom, Ana,” she said.

AJ had never said a word about her family. Ana was tall and skinny, and wore jeans and a fitted white tee. She looked like an older version of AJ, with long dark hair, and Hispanic features.

“You’re Henry and Vicki,” she