Hetch (Men OF S.W.A.T #1)(89)

“We’ve seen it happen a lot. Groups with diverging interests, goals, and philosophies are working together to capitalize on each other’s specific skills or assets.”

“So who’s our target here? Miguel or Anton?”

“Both. A meet like this is a one-time deal.”

“When does it go down?” I ask, placing Anton’s file back down.

“Tonight in a nightclub over in Morningston.” She clicks on her remote, pulling up the blueprints of the nightclub on the screen.

“How much are we talking?”

“Street value is in the millions.”

Jesus, this is huge.

“The meet will go down in this room.” She points to a back room on the bottom level. “Two entrances, here and here.” She moves her finger to the entry door from inside the club and to the exit that leads out to the street. “You guys will come in through here.”

“It’s Saturday night. The club will be packed. How do we keep it contained?” Sterling enters the conversation when he sees how close the entry door is to what looks like a dance floor.

“Inside will be covered with my undercover agents keeping watch. My informant will be manning the internal door. We give him the signal to lock it from the outside, automatically eliminating the entry as a possible exit.”

“And how reliable is this CI?” Fox asks the question running through my mind. It’s all well and good to base a raid on this information, but we need to know we aren’t walking into a trap.

“Dominic Westin.” She pulls up a picture of Mitch’s brother, and my heart constricts in my chest. What the f*ck?

“Yeah, told you, you wouldn’t be happy.” She tracks my expression.

“You’re telling me Dominic Westin is your informant? He’s a street level thug.” I can’t believe this shit. No wonder we haven’t been able to get a hold of him over the last few weeks.

“He was street level. But he’s been moving up the ranks. He came to me six weeks ago with talks of a big deal happening.”

“And you trust him?” I scoff, not believing it.

“He’s given me no reason not to. The information he’s fed us the last few weeks is more than we could hope for, and he is the one who brought this meet to our attention.”

“And what is Dominic getting for this information exactly?”

“We get what we need, he gets probation and is asking for visitation rights with his brother.”

“No, not happening.” I stand, pushing back my chair. This is the last thing Mitch needs.

“Sergeant,” my lieutenant warns from across the room.

“His brother is off limits.” I shake my head as I sit back down, forcing myself to stay calm.

“I’m sorry, Liam. It’s a done deal. We get these guys, then we’re ultimately disabling two drug rings at the same time. And I honestly believe him when he says he wants to get out of the game and turn over a new leaf.”

“Yeah, turning over a new leaf my ass. He was only pressing his kid brother to join his crew two months ago. He attacked my woman and had her place broken into.” I shift in my chair, growing more irritated by the second.

“He was trying to keep him protected. He still has to play the part.”

“Bullshit. His brother is scared out of his f*cking mind of him.”

“And that’s the way we wanted to play it. Until he realized he had you around, he wanted eyes on him. When you situated yourself in his brother’s life, he backed off. Listen, I know you don’t know him like I do, but trust me, he wants out, Liam. I’m giving him a chance.”

The room sits in silence for a beat while I work through this change of events.

Jesus, how is this going to affect Mitch? I’m not the type of person to keep anyone apart from their family, but can we trust Dominic?

“Is this going to be a problem for you, Sergeant Hetcherson?” Detective Marsh asks when the seconds click over to minutes.

“Not at all,” I respond as nonchalantly as I can when it’s the complete opposite of what I’m thinking.

Fucking A it is, my mind screams, but I push the thoughts away. Later, I'll sort this out.

“Good. Then we have four hours. Let’s get started.”



“Okay, listen up, boys. It’s been a long night, but we’ve got this. Stick to the plan, quiet feet in. Tate and Hart, you’re on the two men arming the doors. Fox, we want an explosive entry, and then we move.” I reposition my rifle across my chest and then lower my goggles down over my eyes, adrenalin pumping through my veins.

“Copy that, boss.”

“10.4,” is relayed back as the last of the boys fall into line.

Tate, first. Followed by Hart, Fox, and Sterling while I take up the rear.

“Team One is in position. Waiting for a go,” I whisper into my com.

“Stand by.” Detective Marsh comes through my earpiece. “We’re waiting on confirmation for the locked door.”

I wait for a beat, then another before the order comes through.

“Confirming door is locked. Door is locked.” It’s all we need to take action and in two seconds, we’re moving.

“Go, go, go, go, go!” We move together as one unit, descending on the two bodyguards. Before they have a chance to reach for their weapons, Hart and Tate pull them out of the line of sight to waiting officers.