Hostile Home Front [Black Ops Brotherhood 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free Page B

hand-picked team, he had gotten lucky with Jimmy Sanchez. Officer Sanchez had been Marine Recon, the Corps version of special ops. Jimmy had been wounded in Afghanistan, and as part of his psychological and physical rehabilitation he had been given a dog for therapy. He discovered during his rehabilitation he had a knack for training dogs. While he was recovering, Jimmy requested to be given security police duties and was given a short term with the K-9 units before he got out of the Corps altogether. They had the instant bond of the special operations fraternity.
    “Just to let you know, sir, I ran all the dogs and none of them will meet our requirements. Maybe one could get there, but really, we should look at getting our own dog,” Jimmy said.
    “We’ll need to ramp up. I’ve got a case that may require a dog. How long will it take you to work with the dog you think might qualify?” Gavin asked as he rubbed his scruffy chin.
    “At least six to eight weeks, and that’s if he lives with me. His handler isn’t too keen on giving him up to me.”
    “Give me the name of the handler and I’ll see what I can do. If not, let me check on funds. I’m going to San Antonio on Thursday. Do you think the facilities at Lackland might have what we need?” Gavin asked.
    “Hell, yeah! Lackland’s one of the best facilities around.”
    “Let me see what I can arrange between now and Wednesday. Be prepared to go with me on Thursday,” Gavin said.
    “Yes, sir,” Jimmy said as he left.
    Gavin studied the folder for the better part of three hours before calling the San Antonio field office. The special agent in charge wasn’t in on Saturday but would return the call on Monday, he was told. He decided to do some snooping on his own.

Chapter 2
     
    1818 Meade, #1502
    Victoria, Texas
    November 14, 2007/2303 Zulu
     
    Gavin straightened his tie and took one more look before walking out the door. Life was much easier when he wore a uniform to events like this. As he drove to the Victoria Country Club, his mind worked on his new lead in the case. Jorge Rivera was one bad dude. He was indeed in the upper ranks of the Mexican Mafia. Rivera’s rap sheet was inked all over his body, right down to the tear-drop tattoos near his eye indicating he had murdered someone. Gavin had spent three days doing research and some surveillance of his own. He and his men had started planning their tactics when they had caught a break.
    Apparently Rivera was still in the Beaumont federal prison. He was due to be released in one week.
    Gavin had arranged a meeting in San Antonio with Captain Jack “Rock” O’Malley. There was a connection between Esteban Ramirez-Merles the hacker and Jorge Rivera. Gavin suspected it involved the diversion of money. That’s what Ramirez-Merles had been known for. He was thinking about that meeting when the country club came into view. He walked inside and handed his ticket to the lady at the front table.
    When Gavin stepped into the hall, he had to keep from rolling his eyes. Seriously? This wasn’t his scene. These sorts of affairs were better left to people who could deal with being nice to people they didn’t like. The fake decorations were gaudy and too bright for him. He knew he was scowling at all the fake smiles he was seeing. The attire was just over the top. Even in a suit, he felt underdressed around some of the women in the room. Fucking really? Gavin could feel himself grinding his teeth. If one person speaks to me, I’m going to shoot them.
    As he scanned the room, he honed in on the table where beer and wine was being served. He made a beeline for the table, figuring he would need a drink to get through this evening. In the sea of people he had spotted his boss. Chief Ortiz was standing near the tables reserved for the police department, talking with two women. He took a deep breath as he drew near Chief Ortiz. One of the women laughed as he approached.
    “Of course! David, I would be happy to