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As he got the text, he smiled.

‘It feels damn good. Long live El Gato and his legacy here.’

And he laughed.

Wasn’t that the truth?

Chapter Thirteen

Third Shift Switch

Police Station

Friday Night

T wo hours later, and they were in place. For them, the only good thing about hitting a police precinct at night was that there were far fewer cops lingering. More than half the force had gone home.

The graveyard shift, even in a busy town like New Orleans, meant having a snowball’s chance in hell of getting in and out unseen.

Since it was party time in the city that really never slept, most of the uniformed cops were out, and they would stay out.

If they had arrests, they’d take them right to holding for processing—not come back here.

That meant they’d stay away from the building until the morning shift change.

Now, unfortunately, the detectives were a totally different story. They tended to only go out if there was a case tossed their way, and they already had one problem.

The two cops they’d offed…

Well, they were missed.

With a police radio, taken from the detective’s car, they were able to make sure that they stayed one step ahead in case the whole thing was about to blow up in their faces.

And that meant being damn careful.

Detectives Schultz and Sterling had gone out and didn’t check-in. While a cop didn’t need to do that, daily, it wasn’t as common.

So now, they were worried that would bite them in the ass. They needed to make sure that everything was timed just right.

Pulling out his phone, Rogue put a call into Maura since they were going to be hitting the two places back-to-back.

He needed her plan, to ensure they stayed on target with all of this.

When she answered, in the blacked-out CIA escalade, it was clear that she was driving. Maura always drove. She was a control freak like that.

“Yo. What’s up?” she asked.

Rogue was honest.

“We have an issue.”

She lifted a brow.

Already?

They should still be watching the place.

“And that would be?” she asked.