Here is the next installment. I have been called into work so no more updates today. It's a short chapter please review. Amber

Chapter 8

Fenton called Frank. "Put me on speaker."

"Okay dad you're on."

"The latest victim is Bethany Gaines. She succumbed to her injuries at 2141. Frank anything on our suspect?"

"James Baylor has spent the last 24 years at Massachusetts Correctional Institution Cedar Junction. He had a wife before he was incarcerated, two male offspring, one female. He was caught in New York by yours truly. The wife filed for divorce when he was convicted. I'm running the kiddos now. James Baylor Jr. age 30. Works as an accountant in New York New York. Married with two young children. He has blond hair. The daughter and younger son are twins age 28. They both have blond hair. Daughter's name is Abigail Baylor Parks. She's married to a cop of the New York PD and has two kids. The youngest son and her twin Andrew Baylor is a police officer for the Boston PD with no wife or children. He works first shift out of the Brighton/Allston precinct."

"What's his address Frank?"

Frank gave his home address. Fenton wrote it down and drove towards the house with lights and sirens. He knew Sam would meet him. He called Judge Monroe. "Your honor Fenton Hardy I need an arrest warrant and a warrant to collect DNA for Andrew Baylor he's a police officer for the Boston PD. We have confirmed that an offspring of Edward Baylor was responsible for the rapes. He lives in the area and is a son of record. Thank you."

Fenton's phone rang. "What's up Frank?"

Frank said. "The warrant came through. Sam is bringing it. Also the detectives all came in. They want to be back up."

Fenton smiled. They really were good detectives. "How many exits in the house?"

Frank answered. "Four. There is a front door, a back door, a basement door and the garage."

"Loop in the detectives and Sam using their cells Frank. I don't want this going over the air."

Two minutes later Frank spoke. "Loop complete."

Fenton turned off his lights and sirens as he entered Baylor's neighborhood. Then he spoke."Address is 422 Westover Ave Brighton. FBI SWAT will back us up. Frank loop in SWAT." Fenton waited until he heard the SWAT commander. "Freeman, divide your team into four smaller teams each with a battering ram. There are four points of entry. Spain and Bailey cover the garage, your team 4. Make sure your vehicle blocks the driveway. Howard and Ono make entry from the basement, your team 3. Hill and Fitzpatrick make entry from the back door as team 2. Sam and I will go through the front we're team 1. Frank have you overridden his security?"

"Done five minutes ago. I've accessed the infrared satellite. One person and a dog in the house."

"Hope Fido is friendly." Spain muttered.

Fenton pulled up in front of the house across the street. A light was on downstairs and he could see movement. Someone was home. His backup started arriving. Two cars blocked the driveway. SWAT pulled in behind Spain's car. Sam pulled in behind Fenton. He was wearing his FBI jacket. "There's movement."

"We have to be fast. Switch to tact two of A-7 that's across town. If he's scanning which he probably is. He'll think it's across town. Let's move."

He and Sam ran to the front with team one of SWAT. They heard. "Team four in position."

Sam called over. "Team 1 in position."

"Team 2 in position."

"Team three in position."

Fenton Hardy said. "Now!" The SWAT commander used his battering ram and the door banged open. Fenton moved first he called. "Two" and pointed right. He headed down the hall, just as an armed Andrew Baylor rounded the corner. Fenton called. "FBI we have a warrant, drop your weapon! You're surrounded. You have nowhere to go."

"Fuck you!" Baylor fired. The bullet bit into Fenton's arm as stepped behind a pillar.

Fenton waited for Baylor to peak out. He did and went to squeeze the trigger but Fenton was faster he fired hitting him between the eyes. He stepped out and looked down at his body. "No please fuck you." He hissed as Sam cut off his jacket sleeve and shirt sleeve. He turned on the hallway light and studied the wound. "It's lodged in. You need to be looked at."

Fenton cursed as Sam applied a field dressing. "Damn it my wife's going to be pissed."

Sam chuckled. "She'll get over it."

Ono said. "Sirs I think you'll want to see this."

On the wall was a custom made cabinet. Each drawer had a number. Fenton opened the one labeled 22 and found Callie's locket. "We got em. Get that asshole to the morgue for autopsy. Get his fucking DNA by morning."

Hill spoke. "Sir we want to thank you. You caught the guy in three days, how did you get that match so fast?"

"I have access to all the DNA databases since I'm in the FBI."

Hill shook his good hand. "Well thanks. Go get that fixed and call your family."

Fenton's phone ringing stopped the conversation. It was Frank. Fenton answered. "Hello son, I found Callie's locket. He's dead. He went out shooting. I took one in the arm. I'm driving myself...what do you mean no! That's low son! Fine Sam will drive me. Joe and Vanessa can get the car tomorrow." Fenton rolled his eyes. "My son threatened to call my wife and my mother if I started driving myself."

Sam took his friend's arm. "Serves you right. Let's get you patched up."

Frank returned to Callie's room. She and Rick were watching a movie. Callie turned and saw him. "Frank anything new?"

Frank pulled up a chair and sat in it. "We caught him Callie. He fired on the officers serving the warrant. He's dead. Dad was shot in the arm. He's being driven to the hospital by Sam."

Callie's eyes filled with tears. "Is he okay?"

"He's fine love."

Callie burst into tears. "It's really over?"

Frank hugged her. "It is for him."