Dog Pound, Book #3 of the Janitors Series - Sergeant Yomo on the job.

Today’s excerpt is from Dog Pound, Book #3 of the nine-book Janitors Series.  Sergeant Yomo meets Billie Jo Lane’s manager and FBI Agent Morehead early on after the kidnapping.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day. 

m.j.

 

Sergeant Yomo looked at Agent Morehead.  “Sounds like a professional job, and it sounds like they have one helluva good plan put together if they’re so casual about it.”

Agent Morehead nodded his head. “Sounds that way.  Do you wanna fill me in on where it took place and what kind of information may be forthcoming from that?”

Sergeant Yomo answered, “At a popular nightclub called the Suicide Prevention Center.  Not in the best of neighborhoods, but a nice place nonetheless.”

Morehead nodded his head again.  “Yes, I know it.  Have been there socially.  There’s a lot of daytime-only businesses—lawyers, dentists, and so forth—in the neighborhood, so there probably weren’t many witnesses.”

“None, would you believe it?  Not one damn person saw a thing ‘til a guy and his wife came out of the place and saw her two bodyguards lying unconscious on the sidewalk.  So we don’t even have an accurate time.”

“How are the bodyguards?”

“The hospital says they’ll be okay.  Just drugged with something pretty potent.  I can just imagine what kind of useless descriptions they’ll give us.”

“The car?”

Sergeant Yomo snorted and answered, “Used their own car—ah, Miss Lanes’ car.  The car she was brought in.  We found it a few blocks away.  Again, no witnesses.  Guess they had their own car sitting there.  Must’ve walked to the scene.  The car’s downtown getting a thorough going over.  Bet they don’t find a damn thing.”

“Sergeant, I’d say you have one fine mess on your hands.  My guess is you’ll score at the money drop, or strike out and just have to pray you get her back alive.  Mr. Wallace, there’s nothing for me to do, really.  I’ll just run along.  Sergeant, give me a call if you need me.”

Agent Morehead handed his card to Sergeant Yomo and gave another one to Lloyd, then took his leave.

After he left, Sergeant Yomo sighed.  “Mr. Wallace, I want you to know we’ll do everything we can, but I think Agent Morehead was right.  It’ll be all about the money drop, unless they make a mistake I don’t really expect them to make.  Are you going to have any trouble coming up with the money?”

“I don’t think so.  On that subject, should I get small unmarked bills?”

Sergeant Yomo shook his head and answered, “No.  Get hundreds.  Even with hundreds, five million dollars is going to weigh a ton.  These guys know that.”

“Should I have them marked somehow?”

“No.  I have a hunch when we get their instructions, we aren’t going to like them.  Count on being told to get old non-sequential bills.  We’ll scan ‘em, of course, so we’ll at least know the numbers of all the bills and put them on a hot sheet.  But these guys are gonna have a plan to combat that.  Maybe already have a money-laundering operation set up somehow.  In addition, I bet they have a dilly of a money drop planned.  That’s our best hope of getting them, though.”

“Since he told me we had time, I guess I better head back to Los Angeles tomorrow and make arrangements for the money.”

“If you’re going to leave, I better put someone in your room to answer the phone.  Since these guys didn’t even waste breath any saying not to contact the police, they won’t get out of sorts if a policeman, or policewoman, answers the phone.  We won’t be cute about it.  If they call, I’ll have my person here tell them who they are and why they’re here.”

“Makes sense.  So you think the kidnappers are real professionals then?”

“Yes.  They didn’t come up with any of the crap you see in the movies…uh, sorry.”

“No offense taken.  I understand what you mean.”

 

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