Detective Vance. Priority one,” he growled, his voice a low, lethal rumble that filled the concrete box.
“I need four patrol units and a tactical breach team deployed to Oakbrook Estates immediately. I have a live, uncoerced audiovisual confession for a felony hit-and-run, conspiracy, and obstruction of justice. The suspects are contained in the primary living room. Approach with silent sirens. Do not let them hear you coming.”
“Copy that, Detective,” the radio crackled back. “Units rolling.”
Vance lowered the radio.
He looked at me, the cynical exhaustion completely gone
