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report when Greg Nowicki walked up. Nowicki, a fitness freak, had a massive chest and a ridiculously thick neck. He worked narcotics cases, and in his younger days he’d gone undercover in the Desperado biker gang. The tight black T-shirts he liked to wear displayed bulging biceps covered by angry, threatening tattoos. Hotchkiss handled violent crimes, so they’d worked together on cases involving drug-related homicides.
    â€œI got something that might interest you,” Nowicki said. “You were bitching and moaning when Larry Frederick was thinking about dropping charges against some guy who was in a bar fight, right?”
    Hotchkiss looked up from his report.
    â€œWas his name Tom Beatty?” Nowicki asked.
    â€œYeah, why?”
    â€œI’ve got a longtime informant who’s trying to work off a beefby feeding me information. She says Beatty sells heroin and keeps his stash in his house. It’s on a cul-de-sac and backs on forest, so it’s private. She says she bought from him on four occasions. A few days ago, she went to his house, so I have golden info for a search warrant.”
    Hotchkiss pumped his fist. “I knew that asshole’s John Wayne shit was too good to be true. Who are his contacts? Can we use him to bust his suppliers?”
    â€œThis is where it gets real good. Beatty told my informant he gets his stuff from guys who served with him in Afghanistan and made contacts with drug lords while they were there. So this could be the start of a bigger investigation.”
    â€œWhat’s the plan?”
    â€œI’m going to Judge Rodriguez for the warrant. Then we go in tonight. Wanna come along?”
    â€œYou bet.”
    Hotchkiss rode shotgun in Nowicki’s unmarked car. A van with a SWAT team followed the detectives. Hotchkiss had briefed everyone on Beatty’s military background and they weren’t taking any chances. On the way to the bust, Hotchkiss read over the search warrant and the affidavit. Carol White claimed to have met Beatty for the first time near the Lookout on May 9 after another addict had pointed him out. She swore that she bought from Beatty after dark on the evenings of May 9, May 17, June 6, and three days ago, on July 5. On the last occasion, White said, she had seen Beatty on the street and approached him. Beatty did not have any drugs on him so he’d taken Carol to his house andhad her wait outside while he went in and got her heroin. White swore that Beatty assured her that he always had a store of heroin in his home and asked her to tell her friends about him.
    Hotchkiss frowned. That didn’t sound right. Why would Beatty show a strung-out addict where he lived and kept his stash? Then again, if all criminals were geniuses the police would never make an arrest.
    Nowicki parked at the entrance to the cul-de-sac where they would not be visible from Beatty’s house.
    Just before they got out of the car, Hotchkiss looked at the affidavit again. Something was bothering him. He reread the dates when White claimed she’d made the buys, and frowned. Something was definitely wrong but he couldn’t figure out what it was.
    â€œI scoped this out earlier,” Nowicki told Hotchkiss. “There’s a front door and a back door that opens into a big backyard. I’m gonna send a team around the back. They go through the woods and enter through the back door. We’ll come in through the front.”
    â€œSounds good,” Hotchkiss said as he checked his gun.
    Nowicki conferred with the head of the SWAT team. Then several men headed toward the woods. Nowicki gave them time to make the circular journey before leading the rest of the men toward the front of the house. Hotchkiss couldn’t see any lights. There was no garage and no car was parked out front. If they were lucky, Beatty would be out and they could search without incident, then bag him when he came home.
    Nowicki signaled everyone to stay back