Close Encounters
Authors: Sandra Kitt
Sandra Kitt
Chapter One
4:37 A.M.
“I
’M GOING IN…”
The statement was clear, but it had an echo, common to remote transmissions, as if the speaker were in an empty room.
Lee Grafton stared out his windshield. Based on the sounds he heard over his radio, he could visualize what was going on. It was a routine setup, a drug buy and bust, but the ultimate goal was to tap the leader, Earl Willey, for the bigger charge of homicide. Lee glanced at Detective Barbara Peña, slumped in the passenger seat next to him, her eyes closed. She appeared to be peacefully dozing, but he knew she was following the script as closely as he was. Her work with the informant had led directly to the setup of this operation. There was no need yet for either of them to respond.
It was all boring to Lee. He could remember when he’d first joined the force and was excited about every aspect of police work. That was before he realized that he didn’t make much of a difference and no one appreciated the dangers he faced. That was before he had been made an enemy of the people, by the people.
Lee shifted restlessly. He wanted to open his window and let in some air, even though it was late January and a cold night. He needed the jolt to stay focused and to help wipe out the sluggish run of thoughts that kept repeating in his head: his disagreement with the captain the day before and the bullshit politics that pitted the brass against the officers on the front line. The angry phone call from Erica because he’d had to cancel their get-together. The dissatisfaction of intense but quick sex with Karen… and a sleepless night. A lot of stuff, he considered, rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn.
The sleeve of his navy-blue nylon jacket crinkled as he twisted his wrist to squint at the time. Then he began to tap out an uneven beat against the steering wheel.
“It’s quiet… nobody hanging around,” the voice transmitted. “The elevator’s out. They always do that when they’re dealing so they can hear anybody coming up and down the stairs… or moving around the hallway. Remember that.”
Lee reached inside his jacket and pulled out a pair of wire-rimmed reading glasses. He held them up to his nose to peer at the information on the stat sheet clipped to his dashboard.
“He forgot to mention the thing with the elevator,” Barbara commented.
“He can’t afford to forget,” Lee said.
Lee crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head against the headrest. He mentally reviewed the plans, but the team knew the drill. With little variation, they’d done undercover drug deals like this one hundreds of times. But there was still the buildup of tension about all the potential dangers. He didn’t want any of his team hurt. He didn’t much care what happened to the suspects.
Despite the predawn darkness, there was activity on the street. Figures moving in and out of shadowy doorways. A car driving slowly down the block looking for illicit business. It was an unfriendly setting for outsiders, who were easily spotted, and a dangerous one for those with suspicious motives. It was a potential death trap for someone like himself.
“Shit.”
“What?” Lee asked absently, watching a transaction taking place outside a twenty-four-hour convenience store. He didn’t doubt that it was illegal, but he couldn’t be distracted from his own priorities.
“I gotta go.”
He quirked his mouth. “As in take a leak?”
“
You
take a leak… I have to piss.”
He shrugged. “You’ll have to wait. Don’t tell me you’re nervous.”
“You know I hate doin’ this,” Barbara complained.
“Take it easy. Think of something else. This should be over soon…”
“What about the ghost?” the transmission picked up again.
Lee went back to listening to the action taking place three blocks away.
“He’s on point. We have an eyeball on him…”
Finally there was a muffled knocking on a door.
“Yo… it’s Tino. Open up.”
Lee concentrated on the formalities of the greeting, of establishing identity. He knew the safe house was probably temporary. The usual tenants paid to stay away and keep their mouths shut. The apartment would give the appearance of normal living quarters, except for the paraphernalia related to the night’s trade, plastic baggies and neat stacks of cash in small denominations.
“Where you been, man?”
“I’m fifteen fuckin’ minutes late. What’s the big deal?” Tino asked.
“My man here thought you wasn’t going to show.” There was movement and a shuffling of feet. Faint voices in the background.
“What? You gotta date or something, Willey? I been straight, man. I’m here, like I said.”
“That’s a positive ID,” came another voice through Lee’s radio.
Barbara straightened in her seat.
“Where’s Mario?” Tino asked.
“Don’t worry about Mario,” Earl Willey said. “He’s takin’ care of some business for me. You came alone, right?” the soft but commanding voice asked.
Lee and Barbara exchanged puzzled glances.
“Mario’s suppose to be there,” she said as the transmission continued.
“You shittin’ me? Hell, no. I got people downstairs waitin’. Make sure I come out with the stuff.”
“Fuck! What’s he doing?” a voice asked nervously over the radio.
“Relax. He’s not stupid,” another voice reassured. “Nobody makes a deal and goes in with no one at his back.”
“And watch your dogs, okay?” Tino instructed.
“Pit bulls, I think,” Barbara whispered to Lee. “Word is Earl has four or five of them.”
“You got the money?” the transmission continued.
“Yeah, I got it. You got my package?”
There was more shuffling. The transmission skipped and broke before coming back clear again. Then there was what sounded like a door opening.
“Hey… where’re the two of them going?” Tino asked. His voice conveyed just the right amount of surprise and suspicion.
“We got two coming down…” the radio contact announced for all within range. “Heads up on all stations. Stay alert…”
“We got to check your man out,” Willey said to Tino. “Okay, let’s see what you got.”
The radio clicked and there was a hurried whisper of warnings and signals among the undercover team. Lee recognized the signs of heightened readiness. Barbara’s face was tense, her knee shaking. Lee stole a long look at her but didn’t say anything.
“Come on, Earl. This is a fuckin’ waste of time, man,” Tino complained fearlessly. “I’m here to deal and you got four baby-sitters on your ass. You afraid of me? Come on, where’s my package?”
“You talk too much,” someone said in disgust to Tino.
Lee’s brows came together as the scene was fully realized in his head. He
was
worried about the movement of Willey’s men. He reached for a cellular from the dashboard and used his thumb to punch in a call to his site leader. “This is taking too long. Is everything set?”
“We’re on it,” came back the confirmation.
“My man is right,” Willey said to Tino. “You talk too much. Check him out.”
“Hey… come on, Willey. What is this? You take my money, and
then
you doubt me, man?”
“Naw … I don’t doubt you, Tino. I know you been playin’ me.”
“That’s it! We go in, NOW.
Move, move…
MOVE!”
Lee’s body stiffened as he listened to the command. In an instant he reached for the ignition, turning the key.
“They made him,” Barbara said.
There were sounds of violent activity in the house.
Barbara got on another cell phone to appraise the need for additional support.
Lee had hoped that the deal would go as planned, simple and clean. Maybe his guy had overplayed his hand. It was always a crapshoot. Barbara sat up straight and snapped on her seat belt. The car surged away from the curb and rolled swiftly down the street toward the action erupting several blocks away.
5:13
A.M.4:37
A.M.
Carol Taggart felt her body being jostled from sleep as Matthew shifted behind her. She felt the heat of his chest on her back and the intimacy of his touch. In an instant she remembered everything about the night before, and she wanted Matt to leave. Not because the evening had disappointed her or because he’d done anything to get on her nerves. Actually the night had been wonderful, fun and familiar. But Carol didn’t want it to be any more than that.
A soft whine and a guttural snort came from Max, her dog.
Carol rolled onto her back and slid away from the seductive comfort of Matt’s arms. She lay for a moment listening to his breathing, remembering what it had been like sharing her bed, her life with him. Maybe she was overreacting, but she wanted him to leave.
Now.
While she still felt warm and forgiving toward him.
She turned onto her side to lie facing him. She didn’t need light to see the sweep of Matt’s dreadlocks behind his neck. She knew by heart the hollow of his cheeks and the full shape of his mouth. She reached out to stroke his jaw. And then she shook him.
“Matt?”
He groaned but didn’t move. Carol sighed, twisted an arm awkwardly over her head and fumbled for the switch on the bedside lamp. Her eyelids fluttered, protesting the sudden brightness. Matt also opened his eyes and squinted at her in disbelief.
“You gotta be kidding me. You’re
not
going to make me get up and leave, are you?”
“Matt… it’s not going to work.”
“It already has. Can’t take back the night,” he murmured in a sleep slurred voice. “You’re not sorry, are you? Sure didn’t feel like you were sorry…” He began to stroke her torso, a breast and the tight bud of her nipple.
Carol refused to allow herself to enjoy his attentions. “I have a class in a few hours. I have things to do…”
“People to see? In the middle of the night?” he asked, skeptical but not angry.
“I have to walk Max.”
“This doesn’t have to be a one-night stand, Carol. That’s not what I’m looking for.”
“I know,” she whispered. “That’s why you have to go. We’re not going to start over again. We’re divorced and it’s going to stay that way.”
“So what was last night?” he asked.
Carol shifted again and rested her head on his chest, letting him gather her against him. “It was a blast from the past. It was one glass of wine too many. It was just being happy to see you.” She wiggled closer. “Anyway, seemed like it would be fun. You’ve been calling me for weeks. I just thought I’d put you out of your misery. And mine.”
“So you’re saying you just wanted me for my body?” Matt growled playfully, his hand gliding over her back and buttocks.
“Mmmmm. Pretty much the same way you wanted me. Can’t we just be friends?” she asked quietly.
“Tack on ‘and lovers’ and you got a deal.”
She pulled slowly away. “No. Not a good idea.”
Finally seeing that Carol was serious, Matt kissed her shoulder and pushed back the covers to climb out of bed.
She watched as he moved around the room in search of his clothes. He began to dress, snapping the band of his Jockey shorts after he’d pulled them on, rattling his belt buckle as he stepped into his slacks. She wouldn’t have to worry about the morning—what to say to him, what he’d say to her.
Carol drew her legs up and curled her toes. Her body was still warm and soft from their lovemaking, and she wasn’t sure why that made her feel so hollow. She had no expectations, and there was the comfort of knowing that he would not require breakfast. And there had been that sheer, blissful release of sexual tension. In all honesty, she’d needed that,
bad.