1 Donovan's Deal
Donovan opened the cage to Valinda's loft and walked in. The place was Spartan but comfortable. Large oversized couch and chairs and wide screen TV dominated the living area. The bedroom was marked out with rice paper screens; Cody had noted that Valinda preferred her couch to her bed. The Kitchen was a large industrial affair. Off to the side of that was a home office space. He settled down to wait for Kilmann in one of the large oversized chairs facing the elevator cage.
Valinda turned the black light on over the carpet in front of the elevator. The dusting was disturbed, the light showed two distinct footprints that weren't there when she left. She pulled the forty-five out of the holster at her back, and went around the building to the side entrance. She saw a familiar head of hair in her chair. Valinda put the barrel of the gun against his head.
The second she did the world went askew. She was flipped over the chair and on her back on the floor. As her assailant leaned down to inspect his handy work or inflict a final blow, she brought the gun that was strapped to her thigh up and held it in his face and cocked it.
"Step back! Miller!" She ordered. " Tell me why I shouldn't shoot you anyway?"
"Federal Agent Frank Donovan, It would go really badly for you." He answered unperturbed by the nine millimeter in his face.
" You' re in my place remember?" she said rising up off the floor.
"Yes, But I have good reason to be here and a warrant. Now you. How did you know I was here?" he queried raising an eyebrow.
" Macgyver episodes, one of my vices." She answered as a matter fact.
Donovan looked at her disbelieving.
"What, it's true! A black light, a little luminescent dust on the rug before the elevator and boom instant intruder alert."
"Clever, I'll remember that one. Tell me what you got out of Kincaid. We have video of you at his apartment." He told her before she could protest.
" Do what you want with the video, I won't be blackmailed by you or anybody." She replied holstering her nine-millimeter and retrieving her forty-five from the floor.
" I don't want to blackmail you, I want to help you. I need to know what Kincaid told you." He said appealingly, and then his cell phone rang.
" Donovan, Yes, okay keep me posted." He said and flipped the phone shut. " That was one of my colleagues, we have Kincaid in custody as well and the. …Money you left in plain sight." He said with dawning comprehension. "How long have you known about the surveillance?"
Valinda just grinned at him. Taking a seat on her couch. "Where's Mercer?" She asked.
"He's safe, everybody else thinks he's dead, I take it you'll help not hinder me?" Donovan replied taking his seat again.
"Yes, I'll help you as long as I get to be in on the bust. I owe these guys." She told him looking him straight in the eye.
" All right then, here's what I think we should do. " He said moving over to the couch in a conspiratorial fashion.
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Donovan opened the cage to Valinda's loft and walked in. The place was Spartan but comfortable. Large oversized couch and chairs and wide screen TV dominated the living area. The bedroom was marked out with rice paper screens; Cody had noted that Valinda preferred her couch to her bed. The Kitchen was a large industrial affair. Off to the side of that was a home office space. He settled down to wait for Kilmann in one of the large oversized chairs facing the elevator cage.
Valinda turned the black light on over the carpet in front of the elevator. The dusting was disturbed, the light showed two distinct footprints that weren't there when she left. She pulled the forty-five out of the holster at her back, and went around the building to the side entrance. She saw a familiar head of hair in her chair. Valinda put the barrel of the gun against his head.
The second she did the world went askew. She was flipped over the chair and on her back on the floor. As her assailant leaned down to inspect his handy work or inflict a final blow, she brought the gun that was strapped to her thigh up and held it in his face and cocked it.
"Step back! Miller!" She ordered. " Tell me why I shouldn't shoot you anyway?"
"Federal Agent Frank Donovan, It would go really badly for you." He answered unperturbed by the nine millimeter in his face.
" You' re in my place remember?" she said rising up off the floor.
"Yes, But I have good reason to be here and a warrant. Now you. How did you know I was here?" he queried raising an eyebrow.
" Macgyver episodes, one of my vices." She answered as a matter fact.
Donovan looked at her disbelieving.
"What, it's true! A black light, a little luminescent dust on the rug before the elevator and boom instant intruder alert."
"Clever, I'll remember that one. Tell me what you got out of Kincaid. We have video of you at his apartment." He told her before she could protest.
" Do what you want with the video, I won't be blackmailed by you or anybody." She replied holstering her nine-millimeter and retrieving her forty-five from the floor.
" I don't want to blackmail you, I want to help you. I need to know what Kincaid told you." He said appealingly, and then his cell phone rang.
" Donovan, Yes, okay keep me posted." He said and flipped the phone shut. " That was one of my colleagues, we have Kincaid in custody as well and the. …Money you left in plain sight." He said with dawning comprehension. "How long have you known about the surveillance?"
Valinda just grinned at him. Taking a seat on her couch. "Where's Mercer?" She asked.
"He's safe, everybody else thinks he's dead, I take it you'll help not hinder me?" Donovan replied taking his seat again.
"Yes, I'll help you as long as I get to be in on the bust. I owe these guys." She told him looking him straight in the eye.
" All right then, here's what I think we should do. " He said moving over to the couch in a conspiratorial fashion.
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