Page 188 of Allegiance

Someone was done.

Mamba hung up and watched.

She would bide her time like the Snake she was, and then, and only then, she’d handle it.

Unfortunately for the asshole below…

Tate was a deadman.

Because he deserved it.

Meanwhile…

Not far away, they were moving through the hallways to get as far away from whatever Jinx was about to do.

When they reached a door, Tommy had no idea where they were. He’d been the new homicide captain, and all of the space in the building hadn’t been his to wander.

He’d been busy.

Working and worrying.

Honestly, he rarely came down into the bowels of the building. He’d gone to the evidence locker a few times when his detectives needed him, and that’s how he’d met Tate.

“Where are we?” he whispered.

Gene clued him in.

“This doorway exits out the back, and we can get into the trees and work our way back to Rogue.”

He heard his name over the com as he was trying to offer them some help, as he did the same to Jinx.

“I’ve got the cameras down through the building on the lower floor and outside. You’re clear once you exit.”

He was grateful.

They moved quickly but quietly through the halls, and so far, it was deserted.

He liked the odds on this one.

Getting Tommy out was Gene’s only mission at this point. He knew Jinx could handle her own.

When they finally reached the steel door, there was indeed a combination padlock.

Tommy whispered in his ear.

“I hope you have a good memory, or we have to double back,” he said.

Oh, he did.

How did he know?

He’d put it on the door. They had someone break in once, stealing evidence related to a case. The commissioner had asked him to handle it, and he had.

Who was sawing through a padlock at the police precinct to get some weed? Without the tech, they had to do it the hard way.

Cops stole.

That was the norm.