They dressed and Zane left the way he had entered. Through the back window.
Zane left Hope feeling more besotted than ever before. He felt as if he was adrift on the ocean. He had not felt the way he did about Hope since his fiancée. He was disappointed though. She was not going to give him the chance to show her that he could help her. She was going to continue regardless. Whatever hold the people had over her, it was more than she believed he could offer her.
He told himself that he had to wise up. He had to be strong and accept that she was going to go down at some point.
At this point, everything was between him and her and he had to believe that she would have some honor if she was caught and not take him down with her.
Zane pondered their chat and her remark that there were corrupt cops involved. She had denied that there was any corrupt police on his team but since she had turned up here just maybe there were corrupt police on his team and s
Zane looked at Sanchez as he pondered what to say and where to begin. He had always considered Sanchez as one of his best friends. They had gone to the academy together, graduated together, and started together learning their trade on the streets of Chicago.Zane had always seen Sanchez as his equal in their careers even though they were best friends as well.He knew though that what he had to say would potentially put him below Sanchez from a legal standpoint. Even so, he knew he could trust Sanchez if anyone. Besides Sanchez was in the FBI, separate from the police force. He was safe discussing what he had to discuss with Sanchez.“I think I’m in a spot of trouble. Or maybe more than just a spot.”Sanchez sat forward. He was all ears. “I’m here buddy. What’s troubling you?”Zane hesitated then made his decision and plowed on. He told Sanchez how they had received a tip-off about a drug-running operation i
Zane arrived back in Hurstville after dark. He felt better after meeting Sanchez. He’d had time to think on the journey back and knew he had to keep his distance from Hope as much as possible.He would try to steer things through Brian and the other officers as far as possible. He was the chief after all.His phone buzzed with a message. Talk of the devil…It was Hope.Why so quiet?He looked at the message. He was tempted to answer it but decided not to. He needed to cut ties. Sanchez had let him know he could still get through this with his job and badge intact. But continuing with what he had done with Hope wasn’t going to help him. He was sad at having to cut ties.He had not felt like this with any woman for a long time. While he hadn’t spent much time with Hope, there was something more than he had felt for other women he had briefly dated since his ex-fiancee. He wasn’t quite sure what it was th
The phone rang ten times before it was finally answered.“Eric?”“Sanchez! Nice to hear from you man. It’s been a while.”“It sure has. It’s good to hear your voice too.”Eric was in the FBI jurisdiction under which Hurstville fell.“What can I do for you?’“I had a visitor yesterday. A highly placed source who told me about a drug network expanding to Hurstville. Are you guys aware of the operation? Are you tracking anything that way?”Eric was silent for a moment. “Who’s your source?”“He’s highly placed. He told me that his source told him there’s a bunch of corrupt cops involved in this ring and that Hurstville is the last stop to opening a cross country drug-running highway. His source set up the network in other towns before Hurstville and is now setting it up in Hurstville too. He came to me because he doesn’
Zane and his men were in place well before three pm. They had arrived separately and crept into hiding in the bushes and long grass that surrounded the Old Mill.The Old Mill had ceased operations years before and was in a state of disrepair. Nevertheless, the owner kept the caretaker employed. Everyone expected it was out of the goodness of his heart that the owner employed the caretaker.The caretaker, Kevin, was in his seventies and lived alone at the Old Mill. He had been loyal to the employer for many years and everyone believed that keeping the caretaker on even though he was unable of fulfilling the duty of taking care of the Old Mill was the owner’s way of repaying Kevin’s loyalty.Why Kevin would be involved in being a contact for a drug cartel was beyond Zane. There was no confirmation that it was him though. Just the fact that he was the caretaker and therefore living onsite didn’t make him the contact. Nevertheless, they stayed well
Zane smiled and they drove on to his house. When they arrived, he opened the garage and drove in closing the door behind them. Then he got out and opened the door for her. He unlocked the door to the house and entered turning on the lights as he went.“Coffee?”“Sounds great,” Amanda replied as she moved around the living room studying the pictures and trophies on his shelves.Zane busied himself making coffee and answered her questions with shouts over his shoulder when necessary. The kettle boiled and he poured their coffee. He turned around and found Amanda standing behind him. She smiled quietly as she looked up at him. He lookeddown into her blue eyes searching for what had been there ten years before. He was able to study her close up and realized she looked hardly a day older than when they had been together. A few more wrinkles around the eyes but that was it. If anything, they held more wisdom. Amanda searched his eyes to
Amanda woke the next morning to the smell of breakfast. She looked around and grabbed Zane’s shirt from its hanger. She put it on and walked to the kitchen.Zane was busy in the kitchen, frying eggs and bacon for them. He did not see nor hear her as she approached him. He jumped when she wrapped her arms around him from behind and hugged him.“Whoa!” he said. “Careful! You frightened me. I could have burned you.”“Would it matter? You shot me already last night,” she smiled.He took the food off the stove and dished it up for them. He placed the food on the table and then he turned around and put his arms around her. He lifted her and put her on the kitchencounter.“You’re wearing my shirt?” he asked as he took in the sight of her.“I am,” she smiled.“That just drives me wild,” he said as he kissed her. He lifted the front of the shirt where h
Zane started the car and they drove off.“Where we going now Chief?” Johnson asked.“We’re going to see the next informant,” Zane said. Zane was in a quandary. He did not know if Johnson could be trusted. If Johnson couldn’t be trusted the last thing he wanted to do was reveal another source to a corrupt cop.Instead of driving to the next informant, Zane drove out of town to a deserted farmhouse. They slowed and turned off onto the dirt road. They drove up the dirt road and Zane parked in front of the house. He turned off the car and climbed out.Johnson climbed out and closed the door.“Are we really meeting someone here?” Johnson asked.Zane stood on the other side of the vehicle. His body was hidden and he drew his gun without Johnson noticing. Then training his gun on Johnson he stepped forward.“Give me your gun,” Zane said. “Nice and slow.”Johnson h
After Zane left, Brian called Johnson over to his desk. When Johnson came over Brian stood.“Come with me,” he said to Johnson.Johnson followed Brian to Zane’s office. Brian closed the door and they sat down in the chairs in front of Zane’s desk facing one another. Brian looked around conspiratorially.“Listen, Johnson. You’re new here. Some of the other officers here and I, don’t want to see you get caught in the crossfire. The chief’s under suspicion for corruption. Normally I go everywhere with him but I think it’s strange that he cut me out this morning and put you in my place. It worries me. I need to warn you to be careful. The Chief’s in big trouble if he’s involved in the corruption we’re talking about and I suggest you stay as far away from him as you can without making him suspect you know anything, okay?”“Why?” Johnson asked.“Why? Why?
Zane watched Amanda as she posed for the photographer. She was a natural as far as he was concerned. He never tired of watching her at work. How many men had the opportunity to spend as much time as he did with their wives every day?He had to admit that he had been a little concerned at the thought of being Amanda’s bodyguard at first, not that he hadn’t wanted to but he had doubted it was necessary. A few nasty incidents with stalkers had however quickly brought home the reality of the dangers that models could face in their line of work even if they weren’t the world’s most famous models.After Hurstville, he had resigned from his position as chief of police and relocated to New York to be with Amanda full time. They had married a few months later and Zane had started to build his security firm. He had a few small jobs for personal protection so far and on the whole, work was increasing slowly. When he didn’t have other wo
Amanda had watched the news with interest. She heard that Zane had been cleared of all charges and reinstated as chief of police in Hurstville.She thought of calling him to congratulate him but she put it off. She felt guilty for the way she had ended things. She had been right she knew but she also knew in her heart that what she had done went against everything her parents had always taught her. She had chosen money and success over caring for another. On the other hand, it was her life and she had to look after herself. There was no point in destroying her career because she cared about Zane.While they had enjoyed some passionate moments after they met again, a decade had passed and there was no guarantee that their new relationship would last. She could not justify destroying her career for Zane.Now that he was cleared she wondered if he would call her. Over the next few days though, he had not called and she decided that he must have decided it was best
Zane returned to his home after the excitement was finished. He returned the key for the cabin to the person Amanda had left in charge at her home up the road from him.He relaxed for a few days at home just following the story as the ripples from the arrests that had been made in Hurstville spread out across the six other states where he had known Sunflower, or Hope had worked. Police Chiefs, police, and criminals were all arrested in sweeping raids across the states.As Zane watched the updates one afternoon, his phone rang. He answered it.“Sanchez! How are you? I see you guys have been busy. Very busy!”“We sure are,” Sanchez replied. “I’m just calling to tell you that your name should be cleared this afternoon. I asked that it be given top priority so you could move on with your life. Check your e-mail a bit later. I’ll have the documents scanned and e-mailed to you as soon as it’s done. No more crimina
“How much cash is in there?” Loman asked.“Five million,” Jerry replied. “Don’t you just love these old Cadillacs? That’s why they’re so awesome. So much boot space to carry so much money or happy pills.”Commissioner Loman smiled.“Well, what do you want? What kinds of drugs do you want?”“Coke and Marijuana.”Commissioner Loman considered for a moment. “Okay, let’s deal.”He turned to Aaron. “You heard Jerry. You know what he wants. Get it and bring it. Let’s start getting the cash unpacked so we can get it counted.”“Roger that boss,” Aaron replied. He turned and shouted to some of the men. “Help get the cash unpacked and bring the goods.”The men hurried off to comply with their orders.They unloaded the cash and set it on tables that were brought and set down in front of the Cadil
Zane made himself a cup of coffee and drank it while he waited for Johnson to return. Finally, he heard Johnson’s motorbike pull up outside. Zane turned off the lights and locked the house. Then he climbed on the back of Johnson’s bike and together they headed for the cabin.Sanchez let them in and locked the door behind them. They all sat down and ran through the new information they had gathered. Johnson gave them the address he had followed Hope to. It was a warehouse on the outskirts of Hurstville. Sanchez made a call and passed on the information to his team.They were told to meet at a point downtown in the morning at which point a combination of law enforcement agencies would gather nearby to support the team that would go in with Jerry. The rest of them intended to storm the building if necessary.Zane told Sanchez to tell his team to wait until he got the message from Hope that everyone was present. They didn’t want anyone slipping thr
Zane entered his house and found Sanchez sitting on his sofa.“Hey,” Sanchez said as Zane entered. “What’s with the phone?”“I think the battery’s flat,” Zane replied. “Damn thing’s always acting up.” He pulled out his phone, turned it off, and dismantled it.“You think it’s bugged?” Sanchez said.Zane nodded. “Come with me,” he said. They left Zane’s home and drove up the road to the cabin that Amanda was allowing him to use.They entered and settled at the dining table. Zane explained everything to Sanchez about Johnson returning and that he had sent him to get new phones and that he was using Johnson’s phone till he got back. He sent Johnson a message with directions to get to the cabin when Johnson sent him a message telling him he was on the way back.“Can you trust him?” Sanchez asked.“I believe so. I th
Zane tried one last time with Hope and sent her a message informing her that it was his last night in Hurstville. He could only hope that she would take the bait and visit him.She did. But before she arrived Zane had another surprise visitor.He had just pulled onto the road when someone on a motorbike roared up behind him and flashed their light at him.Zane pulled over to the shoulder of the road. The motorcyclist pulled up beside him as he stopped. Zane was surprised when he saw who it was.“What are you doing back here?”“I decided to come back. I think you need some help.”“There’s a roadhouse about ten minutes out of town that way,” Zane signaled ahead of them. “I’ll meet you there. Don’t follow me okay?”“Got it,” Johnson revved his motorcycle and pulled off quickly disappearing into the distance ahead of Zane. Zane took his time enjoying the scenery
Want to meet? No doubt you’re aware I’m no longer a threat to you. Zane sent the message to Hope.Why? As I recall you didn’t like me very much when we last met.I’m sorry Hope. I’ve given everything some thought and I realize that you had no choice but to do what you did. If you were in my shoes, you would have had the same reaction.Come around to my place. Let’s have dinner.I’ll think about it. You don’t seem to be too pissed at the fact that your career’s over.I can sit here and cry about it or accept that life goes on. I have opportunities to explore and some cash in the bank, Zane replied. It’ll probably mean leaving Hurstville but then you go where your job takes you.Okay. I’ll think about it, Hope replied.Zane left the messages at that. There was no more he could do. He contacted the fun
By the time that Zane arrived at his home, he decided he needed to make himself scarce. He needed to leave town. He had no idea where he was going but he would think of something.Zane, opened the door to his home half expecting to have someone pointing a gun at him again. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized his house was empty.Zane bathed and changed into casual clothes then started packing a bag with basics so he could leave. As he packed his phone rang. He didn’t recognize the number but decided to answer it.“Hello?”Chief Zane?”Zane wasn’t sure he recognized the voice. He didn’t admit that it was him. “Who is this?” he asked.“Chief? It’s Johnson.”“I’m not Chief anymore, Johnson,” Zane replied. “How’s your mother?”“She’s fine Chief ... er ... Zane. She’ll be okay. What’s happened there