It's a beautiful day and snow is melting. But I am stuck inside. I really need to find a hobby that's more profitable than farming lol
Devitt slammed the cabin door with full force, needing a small reprieve from the tension spreading amongst them in light of the latest situation.
Muttering another expletive under his breath, the put his hands on his sides, turning around on his axis, unwilling to go back to the bedroom and as much as acknowledge Davis after the note Mike had left.
A note and then some, it was.
Running a frustrated hand through his silver hair, he exhaled slowly, fully aware of Skulovich's eyes on him, awaiting an order, a comment, a curse word, anything to provide a form of leadership when it came to sorting out a stakeout situation that had grown completely out of control with absolutely zero heads-up.
Finally, he glanced back down at the piece of paper, a short, military style assortment of notes to explain with the least words necessary what had led to the situation, the reason they'd followed the LTD and got caught, the eyewitness testimony and evidence they could provide to charge each of the men still alive at the end of the day with two counts of murder, several counts of attempted murder, rape and a slew of other charges.
Then Mike had drawn up a simplified map of the terrain, indicating where both Milan and Steve had disappeared to, and the route he would take to follow Sawyer and Mahoney in order to stop them. Seeing the blue LTD and Fairlane parked at the end of the lush meadow was congruent with the images on the map.
The rest of the crew was still another half an hour out, at best, and the nearby woods proved to be impossible to scan with the helicopter. Worst case, they might get shot at and crash, turning a rescue operation into a catastrophe, a chance he wasn't willing to take this late in the game.
Through the closed door, he could hear muffled shots, several of them.
Too far away to be near the two cars.
Devitt clenched his jaws, knowing well enough that this wasn't good news.
Spinning back around and meeting Sekulovich's questioning stare, he motioned toward the helicopter parked outside.
"Art, get me Sheriff Dixon on the radio. He knows these parts better than we do. It's about time I call in a favor."