"Have we got an address?" Federal agent, Jordon Shaw, asked as Ryan and Esposito came into the room.
"Yeah. West Village, corner of Varick and Downing." Ryan said.
"Ok, let's get the team and head over there." Jordon said. She wanted this killer caught. Now. Then Esposito's phone rang. He dug it out of his pocket and answered it.
"Esposito."
"How's it feel to be on the losing team Esposito?" A deep gravelly voice came over the phone. Esposito's face immediately hardened. Ryan paused when he saw the look on his partner's face. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.
"Turn yourself in." Esposito bit out, and now he had everyone's attention. Ryan started a trace.
"Now why would I do that? I won."
"Then what do you want?" Esposito was keeping a very tight hold on himself so that he wouldn't blow up at this guy. Ryan placed a hand on his should and Esposito forced his attention back on the conversation.
"That's the question isn't it? I guess you'll find out soon enough." Esposito heard several shots and then a scream. Then the line went dead. He stood there, staring at the phone in his hand, threatening to crush it with his intensity. He drew in a deep breath to rein in his anger.
"Did you get it?" He asked Ryan quickly.
"Yeah."
"Esposito, you and Ryan head to that location. The team and I will head to the cab drop off." Esposito nodded. They had to catch this guy. Now.
A/N
I know it's short! Sorry, but the next chapter will be up really soon. It's written, I just have to type it! Please leave me a review!