The pier erupted into a symphony of gunfire and screeching tires. Jake and Judy moved in perfect, weirdly synchronized harmony, diving behind crates and trading quips between shots. Rosa was a whirlwind of efficiency, taking down three men with a single tactical slide.
"I expect results, not more poetry about his charisma," Holt replied. "Take Detective Diaz for backup. She is less likely to be swayed by a 'silky voice.'"
A silver Solstice pulled into the clearing. A man stepped out, wearing a vibrant Hawaiian shirt and a smile that could melt butter. Doug Judy. He looked at the shadows and yelled, "Jakey! I know you’re there! I brought snacks!"
Back at the precinct, Holt looked at the arrest reports for the smuggling ring. "An impressive haul, Detective. But the Bandit remains at large."
He stopped. On the ground where the quiche box had been, there was a small GPS tracker and a note: The fence’s warehouse address. Check the basement. See you soon, brother.