“You were away for Christmas,” Davis said.
“Yes,” she answered without elaborating. She wasn’t surprised that he knew, but she was a little creeped out that he mentioned it.
“Are your children home?”
“No, they spent the night at my mother’s house,” she said as she cracked open the door. She paused there for a moment to allow the men to get into position to grab Leo Davis if they weren’t. Her back was still turned to him. She didn’t see the smile spread over his lips to hear she was alone.
“Are we going in?” he asked when she hadn’t opened the door wider or entered.
“Yes, I guess so. You’re safe.” Though she knew he was not. And she’d never invited him in previously. She wondered if he suspected anything that she was now.
She hoped Rich, and the others were in position. She opened the door and went in, catching sight of Rich. His back was pressedagainst the wall next to the door. Jimmy was along the wall on the far side of Rich. Leo Davis followed her in.
With his back flat against the wall, Burke watched Donna come into the house. As Detective Leo Davis entered, his gaze met Burke’s, but Davis didn’t have time to react. Burke grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. As soon as Davis cleared the door, Rogers closed it, and Wilson sprung on Davis, his SIG in his right hand, his DEA badge and creds in his left. “DEA! Hands in the air!”
Davis complied. “You’re making a mistake. I’m RPD.”
“We know who you are,” Burke said. “Where’s your piece?”
“Right hip,” Davis said.
Donna glanced back to see they had Davis surrounded. She kept walking and went to her bedroom, closing the door behind herself.
Burke patted him down, removing his standard-issue Smith & Wesson M&P 2.0 from his right hip. “You got any other weapons on you?”
“No,” Davis replied. “What’s this about?”
Burke continued the search. He found a SIG Sauer P320 strapped to his ankle. “What’s this?” he held it up. “Forgot about it, huh?”
Davis didn’t answer.
Rogers pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Saxton. “We’ve got Davis,” he said. He went into the kitchen and closed the curtains.
“Are you on comms?” Laura Lee asked.
“Yes,” Rogers said. He didn’t state it, but Smith at HQ was on comms as well, and it was being recorded.
“On our way now,” Laura Lee said. Both she and Dupont inserted their comms so they would hear what transpired until they arrived.
“Hands behind your back,” Burke said. After Davis’s hands were in zip ties, he pulled Davis to the couch and helped him to sit.
“You’re making a big mistake,” Davis warned.
“You get one chance to either prove to us you’re one of the good guys or to take a deal if you’re not,” Burke said. He pulled his phone from his pocket and brought up the picture of the dead DEA agent whom Davis had killed, turning it so Davis could see the man lying on the slab in the coroner’s office. “Did you know he was a Fed? Did you kill him on La Vonn Jefferson’s orders? Or did you kill him for some other reason? We know you killed him.”
Davis shook his head. “I knew she saw. So, she was the tip for the IAB investigation.”
The three men were surprised to hear that he knew about it. “Who’s your source inside IAB?” Burke asked.
“It’s not what you think,” Davis said.
“Oh, we’re thinking of a lot of different scenarios. I’m sure one of them has to be pretty close to being right,” Wilson said.
“He was a Fed?” Davis asked, acting surprised and sounding remorseful.
“Yeah, a DEA agent,” Wilson said.
“Fuck,” Davis swore. “I swear I didn’t know. I thought he was onto me.”
