I chuckled as I glanced over my shoulder. "Are you going to kill Officer Jenson, Clarke?"
The man's eyes rolled as he sighed heavily. "Quite possibly."
"Please," Jenson whined. "I'll tell you anything you want to know. Just don't let him get me."
I returned my attention to Jenson and squatted down next to him. "If I promise to keep Clarke away from you, will you tell me everything you know?"
"Yes, yes, anything. Just don't let him kill me."
I had no idea why this guy was so afraid of Clarke. He should see him when Clarke was holding his infant son. He'd get a whole new picture of the guy. Clarke was crazy about CJ.
I grabbed Jenson by the front of his shirt and pulled him to his feet. "You run again, I'll use my pistol. It has real bullets in it."
"I won't run." Jenson blanched when he glanced toward Clarke. "Just keep him away from me."
I snorted. "I'll do what I can, but I make no promises."
"No, no! You said if I told you everything you'd keep him away from me."
"I did, but you haven't told me anything."
Jenson blinked at me. "What do you want to know?"
Huh.
Who knew Clarke was the boogeyman?
"How many men came with you?"
"Eight by way of the river and ten through the front gate, but there's a second group waiting to come in once we give the word."
That wasn't good.
"Where are they?"
"They're waiting at a warehouse a few blocks west of here. It's an old mechanic shop that went out of business several years ago. Detective Burnett is with the second group. He wanted to be on hand for the final arrests."
I narrowed my eyes. "Do you even know what you're supposed to be arresting us for?"
"Drugs, man. We were told the guy who lived here was a big time drug dealer."
"Drugs?"
Jenson nodded.
I stared for a moment before glancing over at Clarke. I wanted to roll my eyes again, but I'd done it so many times already they might roll right on out of my head. "You hear that, Clarke? We're dealing drugs."
"Uh-huh." Clarke didn't seem impressed.
I shook my head and tapped my comm unit. "Sal, you copy?"
"Yeah," Sal replied.
"The good detective is waiting a few blocks from here in some old mechanic shop to bring in a second wave. Jenson and the others were told they were busting some big time drug dealer."
"Drugs!" Sal shouted.
I winced at the sheer volume of his voice. "That's what Jenson said."
