Nothing Special VII: EX Meridian by A.E. Via

Author:A.E. Via [Via, A.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Via Star Wings Books
Published: 2020-02-25T16:00:00+00:00

God and his team pulled up behind the many patrol cars in front of what used to be Marcus and Jason Stewart’s home. It looked like a peaceful neighborhood, and God was sure its residents probably weren’t used to the type of crime scene that they were viewing from their bedroom balconies now. He glanced over at Day and saw his mouth hanging open.

“Looks like fucking Beirut, man,” Steele grumbled behind them.

God had had a bad feeling for the past several weeks, as if he was waiting for something forceful to catch him off guard. The destruction he saw in front of him rang out like a massive-ass greeting card. They filed out of the warmth of his truck and into the biting cold while the rest of his team got out of Ruxs and Green’s Ram. They were in street clothes, but it was unnecessary for them to show their badges as they approached the yellow police caution tape around the perimeter of the property. Markers littered the immaculate lawn that was covered with bullet shells—hundreds of them.

“Holy shit,” Day said, staring up at the crumbled brick. God looked at his husband’s eyes as he assessed the scene.

“What are you seeing?” he asked him.

“A professional hit. This wasn’t just a drive-by by some gang.” Day shook his head. “Looks as if the Stewart brothers have gone and made a serious enemy.”

Steele and Tech moved to where a majority of the shells lay in a heaping mound as if they were fall leaves raked into a pile to play in. Steele’s heavy black and gray parka scraped the ground when he squatted and picked up one of the shells with a bandana he pulled from his back pocket. He turned the slim gold casing around, his eyes narrowing as if he’d realized something bad. Tech began to snap photos of everything to send to Free to load into their task force’s private server.

“What you got?” Syn asked Steele when he stood back up.

“These are from an assault weapon that you can’t just get anywhere.” Steele eyed them intently.

Michaels—their sniper officer—took the bullet in his gloved hand and nodded. “This ain’t street-grade, you guys.”

God raised one brow, waiting on them to elaborate.

“We’ve seen rare assault weapons on the streets before,” Day told him.

“Not military issue,” Steele countered then pointed at the flattened grass near the empty shells. “There’s two different kinds of shells from two different weapons, so it was more than one of them. These men moved in a clean crisscross pattern over each other, then back again... as if it was choreographed.”

“Shit. Who the hell is in our city, God?” Day asked him, but God didn’t have an answer. Yet they were all relying on him to find it, and soon. The pressure of his unit rode him hard most days, but it was what he did.

“You sure we can rule out females? This could definitely be some pissed off girlfriends.” Ruxs shrugged.

Steele put his own foot next a large indentation in the bright green, artificial grass.

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