Daughter Of A Lawman: Part 1
Racing around the corner, his feet sliding a little with the speed of his momentum, Agent Jones pulled his weapon from his holster and stepped into the dark corridor. "Give it up Roberts, we know you're in here." Motioning his men forward he continued to talk hoping to get an answer form the fugitive now wanted in several states. "It's no use running. You're a predictable man. We'll just hunt you down like we always do." Jones stopped at the sound of an object clattering to the floor. He was getting closer. "Come on Roberts give--" A shot rang out, the wall chipped and shattered near the right side of his head.
"You're wrong this time Jones. I'm not going back."
Having been arrested two years before on drug distribution, Roberts knew the prison life all to well. He had served his term to it's fullest only to be released and hunted down again when his ring of crime returned to the streets. Although this time he wasn't interested in drug money. He had had enough of that life. It was a dark and dreary road he had walked in those days and he had a much better life planned out. While wasting away in his tiny cell he had been given the time to think of ways that he could better himself all around. The police however didn't seem to see it that way. In their mind he was just another parasite on the streets. One who needed to be eradicated and done away with. He couldn't let that happen. Not this time. He had never intended to hurt anyone, had never thought that his plans may lead to a shootout full of death. This was all new to him. "I won't go back to wasting my years in a dark hole in a wall." His breath came out labored, his heart pumped away at a rapid speed in his chest, sweat running into his eyes. All of this for one more chance to make it right.
"Drop the weapon."
Spinning around,his eyes wide in fear, Roberts found himself facing the weapon of an officer. Slowly, so as not to result in further injury, he lowered the gun to his side. "This is all a mistake. I'm doing nothing wrong."
"Yeah tell it to the judge buddy." The officer waved his weapon in a motion that indicated what he wanted, "Down on your knees." His walkie-talkie squawked out a message.
"What's going on Steve?"
Roberts carefully dropped his weapon on the ground kicking it away and he sank to his knees. He knew the drill, if he corroborated they would be easy on him.
"Suspect has been located and apprehended."
Jack Jones watched as Roberts was locked into the back of the squad car and transported back to the prison he had not long ago left. Why would a man return to his life of crime knowing where he would end up if he was caught?
He turned to find one of his colleagues standing behind him.
"I think you'll want to see this."
Jones followed the man back to the corner where they had nabbed Roberts. A light had been positioned to shine over a desk covered with files and scattered papers with scribbled notes. Seated in the corner, hovering over a box was one of the female staff members. She shifted when she saw him standing there, giving him a better view. A small cardboard box filled with dirty rags came into view and he stepped closer to see what the fuss was about. Bright blue misty eyes set in a tiny heart shaped face shifted his way and stared back up at him.
"Get a medical team in here-- right now."
"Turns out that guy we busted was running an underground auction house." Jeff Bradley dropped a file on Jack's desk and flopped into a chair. "He's been posing as an adoption agent for the last four months."
Jack flipped through the file of information. "Any leads on his merchandise?"
"We we're able to track down some of his buyers. The children they thought they were adopting fit the description of those reported missing all across the state."
"What about the one we found?" A small picture of the little girl caught his eye just as he asked.
"Last I heard child services were dropping her off at a real orphanage. They couldn't find any relatives."
"Nothing?" Jack sat back in his seat and stared at the photo.
"Not a hit and our friend isn't talking."
-To Be Continued-
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