Deadly Force by Carsten Stroud

Author:Carsten Stroud [Stroud, Carsten]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-307-81529-3
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2012-01-18T05:00:00+00:00

Luke’s slot was next to Norm Brewer’s charcoal-gray Jeep Cherokee. They climbed out, and Luke set the lo-jack and the alarm with his hand remote as they walked away from the car. The car chirped and beeped, and Doc chuckled a bit to himself as they got to the steel door that led to the elevator banks.

“What are you laughing at?” said Luke, as he punched their floor number on the board. The machine rose with a silent rush of power and speed, pressing them into the carpeted floor. A surveillance camera in the upper right corner of the elevator whined once and settled on them.

“I’m just remembering what it was like in the old offices. They had a buzzer at the bottom of the stairs and a glass door with ‘Marshals Service’ on it in gold paint. Upstairs the place was all baby-shit yellow and puke green, you know, those two-toned walls they always painted our offices in. The guard was an old war vet named Homer Bukowitz. His piece was a Colt .45 I think he got in Roosevelt’s ride up San Juan Hill. The whole place was made of plywood and ripple-glass, and the director’s office was in the corner overlooking the parking lot and the ARCO station on the corner.”

“Things change, I guess.”

Doc chuckled again. “I guess our pay raise is in the mail then, hah?”

Luke grinned at that. “Oh yeah, any day now. I think it’s coming in on the Titanic, isn’t it?”

The elevator stopped, and the doors rolled back. They walked out into a broad entrance hall with closed office doors running down one wall. Luke walked to a door like all the others and slid his ID card through the reader slot. There was no sign on the door, no sign on any of the office doors on any floor in the building. If you didn’t know the number, you didn’t belong there anyway. The door buzzed and popped open.

Fugitive Ops was a large cluttered office floor filled with wood-veneer desks and dark green filing cabinets, desktop computers, gun cabinets, and work tables. Just about every flat space was piled high with computer printouts of felony stats, Justice Department crime projections, and updated Wanted lists filed by almost every state and local police agency in the nation. The two inside walls were covered with duty rosters and assignment sheets, car vouchers and trip sheets, all the usual paperwork and housekeeping lists you’d find in any law enforcement facility.

It was a corner office, so the other two walls were tinted bronze glass and shaded with slatted blinds. The sun was still high in the sky, but the light through the glass was a brilliant amber, and black shadows from the slatted blinds gave the whole office the feel of a seaside hotel. The glass itself was treated to resist infrared surveillance, and a white-noise generator made electronic eavesdropping a technical impossibility, even with a laser surveillance system, which was designed to translate sound-wave impacts

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