“Okay, we go in and see if we can confirm if she’s our target. If so, we acquire her now,” Wilson said. “We just may be home before your lady lands at O’Hare.”
“We need positive ID before we move against her,” Burke said.
Wilson hit dial on his phone and put it on speaker.
“Ops, go,” Yvette answered.
“Control, be advised we are onsite at the Forsander residence, and we may have located the target. We’re going to go in and if it is her, we’ll take her,” Wilson said.
“Roger that, Taco. Have you called in Moe and Powder as backup?”
“Negative, Control,” Wilson answered. “Don’t want to call them off their surveillance if it’s not her.”
“We’re going on comms and would like you to listen in,” Burke added.
Both men inserted their comms.
“Good luck,” Yvette said.
Wilson disconnected the call and the two men exited the vehicle. “Change of plan. We go in with your ID,” he said to Burke.
They approached the house, looking it over as they approached. The pickup truck was the only vehicle in the driveway though the two garage doors were closed. More vehicles could be inside. They went to the front door and Burke rang the doorbell.
Forsander answered. His gaze went between the two of them. “Yeah?”
“Roderick Forsander,” Wilson said. He nodded to Burke, who pulled his wallet and displayed his badge and credentials. “Agents Wilson and Burke, ATF.”
Forsander looked surprised. Not scared, not guilty, just surprised. “What do you want?”
“May we come in and talk with you?” Burke asked, putting his wallet away.
“Not without a warrant,” Forsander said.
“You’re not a person of interest,” Burke said. “Unless you have illegal items on display, we have no interest in you or your affairs. We are looking into an acquaintance of yours and would appreciate any information you may have.”
Forsander said nothing. He just stared at them. From hearing his voice, they couldn’t be sure if he had been the voice on the phone call or not. They needed to hear him say more.
“Is anyone else here?” Wilson asked.
Forsander looked nervous with that question. “No. And as I said, I’m not letting you in without a warrant.”
“Really, no one else is home? We saw you arrive a few minutes ago with a young, dark-haired woman,” Wilson said.
“Who may or may not be inside my home is none of your God-damned business,” Forsander said.
“Burke pulled a twenty-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to Wilson. “You were right, not cooperative at all.” Thiswas a long-standing ploy the two men used when questioning suspects.
Wilson took the bill. He looked Forsander in the eye. “You didn’t even ask who we’re investigating or what it’s about. You know, most people forget that the ATF investigates explosives in addition to alcohol, tobacco, and firearms. But take your chances. Maybe nothing will go boom in your life or in the lives of those you care about.”
The two men took a step back. “Happy holidays. I hope they’re not explosive,” Wilson said. They turned to leave.
“Wait, explosives?” Forsander asked. “No, no one I know messes around with explosives.”
They turned back. “Tell us about Frisco Oliveira,” Wilson said, both men watching him closely.
Forsander looked shocked. “Frisco, no, he doesn’t have anything to do with explosives.”
Hearing him say the name Frisco, both men were reasonably sure that it had been Forsander’s voice on the other side of the call to the burner phone yesterday.
