Chapter 13. The Search
Choking, face stinging, Leslie Murrie was still trying to catch her breath when the captain of the division walked up.
“Report.” Jevv Smith said in a no-nonsense tone.
“The unknown male just kicked our asses. The suspect has booby-trapped the waiting room. There were two grenades on the ceiling we didn’t know about. They are visible through the window now.”
“Why didn’t you see them before?” Captain Smith growled. “Do you need glasses?”
“Smoke, sir. The room was full of it.” She felt like a child called to the principal’s office. “Military grade and stun grenades like I have never seen. They kept going off.”
“Seriously? Maybe he tossed more in?”
“No sir, definite multiple discharge from one grenade.”
“Never heard of such a that.”
“Same here, until tonight.”
“Okay, Sargent. Head over to the EMS stations and have them check you out, you look like you have chicken pox.”
“Find him, I want his ass. Use your dogs.”
“Yes, sir.” Stephanie Holmes said and walked off to her team. “Cry havoc!” She whispered as she walked with purpose to her mission. “Let loose the dogs on this son of a…”