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  FIRING LINE

  THE SILENCER SERIES BOOK 17

  MIKE RYAN

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  Copyright © 2022 by Mike Ryan

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  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Also by Mike Ryan

  About the Author

  1

  Recker was sitting on a park bench, waiting to get a line on his target. Haley was walking around, aiming to do the same thing. Recker then called the third member of the team, hoping he had some updated information for them.

  “Anything yet?”

  “What?” Jones asked.

  “Anything new. On the situation?”

  “Oh, um, no, not that I can tell.”

  As Recker’s head twisted and turned to keep looking around, he thought his friend sounded a little strange. “You OK?”

  “What?”

  “I said are you OK?”

  “Oh, yes, I’m fine. I’m fine.”

  “You don’t sound fine,” Recker said.

  “What?”

  “David, are you distracted by something else?”

  “No, why do you ask?”

  “Because you don’t sound yourself. You sound, well… distracted.”

  “I’m not distracted,” Jones replied.

  “Well you sound like it.”

  “I’m not.”

  “OK. Let me know if anything changes.”

  “I certainly will.”

  Recker put his phone down beside him on the bench. He looked to his right and saw Haley standing there. They both shook their heads, almost at the same time, to let the other know they hadn’t seen anything. They were on the lookout for a man who was attempting to kill a lawyer. Jones had intercepted a text message earlier in the day, saying that the lawyer was a target, and the man, Maxx Diago, was planning on going after the lawyer as he strolled through the park, as he often did on his lunch break. The motive for the attack was still unclear, though it didn’t matter much at that point. The team just had to stop it.

  Luckily for them, Diago wasn’t a seasoned or hardened criminal. He was barely just a man at twenty-one. He didn’t have any kind of criminal record. But considering the lawyer was a defense attorney, the team figured the lawyer must have defended a friend or family member of Diago. They also assumed it must not have gone well.

  “I’m not seeing this kid anywhere,” Haley said. He and Recker had earpieces in to communicate with each other.

  “Well, we can always hope he lost his nerve and backed out.”

  “Maybe he did. No criminal record, so…”

  “The first one’s the hardest. Let’s hope he doesn’t take that first step.”

  “Or maybe he’s not doing it here. Maybe he got distracted and… you know, I haven’t seen the lawyer yet either.”

  “I got him,” Recker said. “He’s to my left. Sitting on a bench eating a hot dog.”

  Haley looked down the path, seeing him where Recker described. “I see him.”

  “Hey, speaking of distraction, have you noticed anything with David lately? Anything strange?”

  “No, not really. Why? Do you?”

  “Eh, I’m not sure. I called him a few minutes ago and he seemed off.”

  “Off how?” Haley asked.

  “I don’t know. Just seemed like his mind was elsewhere. Not focused. Strange for him.”

  “I haven’t talked to him since we left the office this morning. Seemed fine then.”

  “Yeah, I don’t know what it is.”

  “Maybe another case is coming up.”

  “Could be,” Recker said.

  They didn’t have time to continue talking about it, as Haley then noticed Diago walking along the path.

  “Wait, I got him,” Haley said. “I got Diago in sight.”

  Recker’s head turned from side to side to try and line him up. He didn’t see him at first. “I don’t have him.”

  Haley turned his body toward Recker, away from Diago as he approached. “He’s coming up behind me. You should see him in a second.”

  Recker continued looking in Haley’s direction. Almost immediately, he saw Diago walking closer. As soon as Diago walked past Haley, the team put their plan into action. Considering Diago had no record, and didn’t seem like much of a threat, their plan was different than if Diago was someone to worry about. They didn’t see much of a problem in corralling him.

  Haley quickly sped up as soon as Diago passed him, getting as close to him as possible. Then Recker got up and walked toward the pair. Recker instantly spotted a pistol sticking out of Diago’s belt, on his right side, mostly concealed by his windbreaker.

  “Gun on his right side,” Recker whispered.

  “Got it,”

  Recker casually walked toward them. Once they were nearly on top of each other, Recker looked away, but bumped into the man, spinning Diago partially around toward Haley.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” Recker said.

  As Diago turned toward Recker’s partner, Haley instantly stuck his hand inside their suspect’s jacket, and quickly removed the gun before Diago even knew what was happening.

  “Hey!” Diago said.

  “Don’t think you need that,” Haley said, putting the weapon in the back of his pants, covering it with his own jacket.

  Diago, assuming the two were cops, attempted to get away. Recker wasn’t having any of that, though. He anticipated the man fleeing, and stuck his arm out, striking Diago in the chest, stopping him before he was able to get more than two steps away.

  “We’re not cops,” Recker said.

  “Then what are you doing? What do you want?”

  “We’re trying to stop you from making a stupid decision and throwing your life away.”

  “What’s that mean?”

  Recker looked around as several people passed them by.

  “Let’s get out of the path here and sit down.”

  Recker pointed over to a bench. Both he and Haley took hold of one of Diago’s arms, making sure he didn’t get a chance to bolt before they had an opportunity to talk to him. Once they sat down on the bench, they let go of Diago’s arms.

  “You guys ain’t cops?” Diago asked.

  “No, we’re not,” Recker answered.

  “I still don’t understand what you’re doing.”

  “What’s the gun for?” Haley asked.

  “That’s not your business.”

  “If you’re planning to use it, that is our business,” Recker said.

  “Just for protection.”

  “And you just so happen to be in the same park as the lawyer you told your friend you were planning to kill?”

  Diago snapped his head toward Recker. He had an astonished look on his face, not believing that the man knew what he was planning.

  “How you
know that?”

  Recker shrugged. “We just know things like that. And no, your friend didn’t tell us.”

  “He had to. How else would you know?”

  “Like I said, we just know things.”

  “Anyway, if you guys ain’t cops, it don’t concern you.”

  “Maxx, we wanna stop you from doing something you’ll regret for the rest of your life,” Haley said.

  “I won’t regret it.”

  “You will. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But eventually you would.”

  “That’s still my business.”

  “What’d he do?” Recker asked.

  “Why you wanna know so bad?”

  “Maybe we can help.”

  “The only way you can help is to give me my gun back and get out of my way. Other than that, there’s nothing you can do.”

  Recker didn’t often like playing The Silencer card, but he did when he thought it was a way to get through to people, especially younger ones. Every now and then, he could reach someone, and that’s what made everything they did worth it.

  “Do you know who The Silencer is?”

  “Yeah, man, of course. Who doesn’t?”

  “Would you trust him if you ever met him?” Recker asked.

  “Yeah, man, he’s a man of the people. Looking out for everyone.”

  “Then trust him now.”

  Diago snapped his head toward Recker. His eyes widened and his eyebrows raised. “Yo, you’re him?”

  Recker nodded. “I am.”

  Diago then looked at Haley. “You too?”

  Haley smiled. “Well, he’s the OG. I’m like the second edition.”

  “All right, all right, I can dig it.”

  “So what’s going on?” Recker asked.

  Upon hearing that The Silencer was sitting next to him was almost like an invitation for Diago to immediately open up. He instantly felt more comfortable.

  “My brother got in trouble a few months ago. He was running with a rough crowd. No doubt about that. They got into some trouble, knocked over a couple stores, they showed some guns, and they all got locked up. This guy was hired to represent them.”

  “I’m assuming there’s some type of problem with that?” Recker said.

  “The problem was, my brother wasn’t even there.”

  “You just said he was running around with them.”

  “Yeah, in general. But he wasn’t with them when they were doing that. I know, because I was with him. I’ve been trying to talk to him, get his head straight, get him on the right path, you know? But this guy, he didn’t even try. He didn’t do no investigations, no nothing. It’s almost like he threw his hands up and just wanted an easy payday.”

  “Then how’d they convict him?” Haley asked.

  “There was five guys that did these robberies. When they went to arrest them all, my brother was with them. Six of them. They said he was the getaway driver, which I know is wrong, because like I said, I was with him.”

  “Didn’t you tell them that?”

  “Yeah, but they didn’t listen. They figured since I was his brother, I must’ve been making it up and covering for him. But like I said, any type of investigation, they should’ve been able to figure that out, don’t you think?”

  “Maybe,” Recker said. “How long’s your brother in for?”

  “Ten to twenty.”

  “So what are you doing, just getting revenge?”

  Diago shrugged. “I guess.”

  “So your plan is to just throw your life away along with his?”

  Diago threw his hands up. “I dunno. It’s not justice, man. I just want justice.”

  “If your brother is really innocent, do it the right way and get him out.”

  “How am I gonna do that? I ain’t got the money for a lawyer or a private detective or anything.”

  “You said you trust me, right?” Recker said.

  “Yeah.”

  “Let me look into it.”

  “You really would?”

  “On one condition.”

  “Name it.”

  “You go home and don’t ever let something like this creep into your head again. Can you do that?”

  “You’re really gonna look into it?” Diago asked.

  “I really will. It might take some time, though. And you need to give it to me. You can’t expect this to be wrapped up by tomorrow or anything.”

  “OK?”

  “And then if I find what we need, you need to let the law take its course and do what it needs to do to get your brother out. That takes patience. Do you have it?”

  Diago thought about it for a few seconds. “Yeah, I can do that.”

  “You’re sure? Things like this aren’t always easy, and sometimes there’s bumps in the road.”

  “If you’re actually looking into it, I can do it.”

  “OK. I need a few things from you first.” Recker took out a small piece of paper and a pen. He scribbled down an email address. “Here, take that.”

  Diago looked it over. “What do I do with it?”

  “I need you to go home, and think of everything that we might need to investigate. We need dates, times, names, where the robberies were, where you and your brother were, everything pertaining to this. And don’t leave anything out, no matter how small you think it might be. Somebody that might have seen you, a car that you noticed, a building that was on fire, a tree that blocked the road, anything that you might have seen that we can place you in a certain area.”

  Diago nodded. “I can do that.”

  “OK. I need you to email everything you know to that address. Be thorough. I’d rather you tell me a hundred things that aren’t even remotely connected to this than have you leave out one small thing that might be. You got it?”

  “Yeah, I got it.”

  “You’re telling me the truth on this?” Recker asked.

  “Yeah. I wouldn’t lie to you about it.”

  “OK. There’s another thing.”

  “What?”

  “You need to get your brother on the straight and narrow.”

  “I’m trying, man.”

  “Because if I’m successful in getting him out, and then he goes and hurts someone, that’s gonna be on me. And I don’t take kindly to things like that happening. So if he gets out and hangs around the same crowd, I’ll help put him back there.”

  Diago continuously nodded. “Yeah, I feel you. Trust me, all I need is one more chance. I can get through to him. He’s not a bad guy. He’s never hurt no one yet. Just running around with some bad people. But he ain’t never hurt no one. I know I can set him straight.”

  “All right. I’ll look into it. You got my word.”

  “It’s good enough for me. You keep me updated?”

  “You know I will,” Recker said.

  They shook hands, and then Diago got up, walking back in the direction that he came from. Recker and Haley watched him walk away, out of sight, making sure he left. By now, they noticed the lawyer had already left. And Haley still had Diago’s gun.

  “Well that went better than I expected,” Haley said.

  “Yeah. Now we just have to come through.”

  2

  Recker and Haley pulled into the parking lot. Jones’ car was parked where it usually was, not that he went out very much.

  “See, it’s right there,” Recker said. “He’s here. Something’s going on.”

  “Maybe he’s just busy.”

  “Too busy to answer a text? I’ve sent him five messages, telling him the job was over, and telling him about the email that should be coming soon. Nada. Haven’t gotten anything back.”

  “Might be a really big case coming,” Haley said.

  “He’s never had something so big that he didn’t respond. Something’s going on with him. I know it.”

  The two of them got out of the car and walked around the back of the building to get to the steps that led up to the office. Once they got inside, Recker and Hal
ey stopped as soon as they walked in. Their jaws almost hit the floor. Their bodies were paralyzed. All they could move were their eyes. They had never seen the office in such disarray. And Jones was nowhere in sight.

  “This wasn’t like this when we left, right?” Haley asked.

  “No.”

  “Where’s David?”

  “Um…”

  Then they heard a couple of noises coming from underneath the desk. Jones crawled out from under it, a couple of boxes in front of him that kept him from being seen. Jones didn’t even give them a glance. They weren’t even sure if he knew they were back yet. Jones just kept working away, though they weren’t sure what he was working away at.

  There were boxes and files all over the place. There were computers and laptops on the floor, wires hanging out of equipment, chairs turned over on their sides, and trash everywhere.

  “Should I ask what’s going on?” Recker said.

  He didn’t get a reply. It still seemed as if Jones was in his own world. Mostly because he was. He was so focused on the catastrophe that was unfolding before his eyes that he had blocked everything else out.

  Recker and Haley took a few steps forward, getting a better view of the damage. It didn’t look any better.

  “Was there a hurricane in here?” Haley asked.

  He didn’t have any better luck in getting a response than his partner did. Recker and Haley looked at each other, wondering what they had to do to get a reply.

  “Should we shoot out a window?”

  Recker scratched the back of his neck, hoping they didn’t need to resort to such extreme measures. “You still think nothing’s going on?”

  “Uh, yeah, I’m starting to think you might be on to something.”

  “What was your first clue?”

  Haley looked around the office. “It’s tough to put my finger on it. Something just seems different about the place.”