Chapter 207 Joe Was in Danger
Black Street District Police Station, Interrogation Room Three.
Andrew leaned in close, grilling the young guy, "Did William's guy spill the beans or not?"
"He should have," the young guy hesitated, then nodded.
"What do you mean 'should have'?"
"He did," the young guy finally admitted. "A few days ago, I overheard my boss on the phone. Someone from the Bomb Squad took Joe to Pine City. After the shooting in the relief area, Joe's probably hiding somewhere this guy set up."
"What's this guy's name? Which department?" Andrew pressed.
"Sir, I don't know," the young guy said, looking stressed. "I'm not high enough to know that stuff. I just overheard it."
"The Bomb Squad's huge. This info is useless," Andrew snapped. "Think harder. Any other clues?"
"I really don't know," the young guy paused, then his eyes lit up. "Oh, my boss said he's bald."
"Bald?" Andrew cursed. "In the Bomb Squad, anyone over thirty-five in an office is basically bald. How's that helpful?"
The young guy looked desperate. "I'm telling you everything I know. That's all I heard, honestly!"
Ten minutes later.
Andrew left the room, looking grim, and called a meeting with the core team.
"Any leads?" John asked right away.
Andrew thought for a moment. "The guy said William's catch confessed. Someone from the Bomb Squad brought him and Joe to Pine City. Joe's hiding somewhere this guy arranged. But he doesn't know who or any details."
"That's useless. The Bomb Squad's huge. How do we find this guy?" Xavier said, frustrated.
"Yeah," John agreed. "This info is practically useless."
Andrew sipped his water, then said, "Let's shift focus. Assign some officers to watch William's people. They might help Adam catch Joe."
"That's all we can do," John agreed, seeing no better option.
"Alright, let's move," Andrew clapped his hands.
Black Street District, Sunset Street. Leon parked his car, got out, and started vaping.
Across the street, David rubbed his cold hands and eyed a steaming pot of pasta. "One hot pasta soup, extra chili and potatoes."
"Coming right up," the vendor smiled, serving him.
A few minutes later, David, in a woolen hat, stood behind his car eating and saw Leon open the trunk.
Soon, a burly man in a long coat with the hood up walked down the street. David couldn't see his face from his angle.
Leon nodded at the man, then pulled out supplies and food from the trunk.
After a quick exchange, they locked the car and headed into a nearby alley.
David wiped his mouth, set the bowl on the dirty table, and spoke into his radio, "Someone check who Leon met."
"Got it," came the quick response.
In the alley.
Leon, carrying supplies, spoke quietly, "I think you're making this too big."
"Politicians use tactics, businessmen chase profits, but guys like me? We rely on guns, men, and loyalty," Joe said calmly, also lugging supplies. "If I get hit and don't fight back, I'm as good as dead."
Leon stayed quiet.
"Don't worry," Joe reassured in a low voice, "No matter how big this gets, it'll fall on me."
"You never listen," Leon shook his head.
Joe smiled. "If you're not in my shoes, don't advise me."
Leon kept his mouth shut.
They walked through the narrow alley, reached a secluded street, and turned into a yard on the left.
In the car.
"David, it's Joe. I saw his face," a voice crackled over the radio.
David exhaled smoke, smiled, and dialed William's number.
Five minutes later.
Adam, with his nephew Milton and a dozen loyal followers from Riverside District, drove towards Black Street District.
On the way.
Jessica, sitting in the car, looked at Adam worriedly. "Adam, we should wait. If there's a commotion, you might not leave Pine City."
"The checkpoint guys get two or three hundred grand from me every year," Adam replied, expressionless. "They're more afraid of me getting caught than anyone else."
Jessica stayed silent.
"As long as there's money, we can start over anywhere. But I only have one son, and I have to avenge him," Adam said through gritted teeth. "I can't be a congressman, and I'm already wanted. I need this revenge."
Jessica looked at Adam with concern, her lips moved, but she said nothing more.
After entering Black Street District, Jessica and a follower got out first, while Adam and the others continued to their destination.
Meanwhile, Enrique led three carloads of people from Main Street, heading straight for Sunset Street.
In the hideout.
Joe placed the food on the table and called out, "Dinner time."
At the Black Street District Police Station.
After the meeting, an officer from Team Three found an excuse to go to the restroom in the logistics area.
With the door locked.
The officer stood inside, dialing two numbers in succession, but both were unreachable.
"Why aren't they answering? How am I supposed to get the message out?" the officer cursed anxiously.
He was Joe's inside man in the police station, desperate to pass on the information Andrew had just received, letting Joe know that the person William caught had confessed. But unfortunately, the person he was trying to contact wasn't answering.
While the officer was failing to get through, Adam, with thirty men, had already arrived at Sunset Street.
By the roadside.
Adam got out of the lead car and said to Enrique, "Tell the guys, I have a hundred grand in cash in the trunk. Whoever brings me Joe's head gets it immediately."
Enrique turned and shouted, "Did you all hear that?"
"Yeah!" everyone shouted in unison.
Enrique cocked his gun. "Let's go, kill him."
With that, everyone rushed into the alley.
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