Cease Fire

“Freihof has brought a war to us. To our own doorstep. We’re going to damn well make sure he regrets that.”

Everyone in the room nodded. A few cheered. Everyone sat up a little straighter.

“I’ve called you here today because I want to make sure everyone is up to speed on the case,” Steve continued. “Everyone is at risk, so we all need to have as much information about Freihof as possible. Brandon.”

Lips tight, Brandon hit some buttons on the keyboard of the computer he stood by and brought up a timeline on the big screen.

“Our history with Freihof goes back a long way. We thought it started five years ago when my wife, Andrea—before she was associated with Omega—was able to let Steve know about Freihof’s intent to blow up himself, and a couple dozen people, in a bank in Arizona.”

Steve nodded. “Grace was there that day also.”

Brandon paused for a moment, nodding, before continuing. “Freihof was stopped and sent to prison, but escaped last year. Andrea and I were both nearly killed when he reappeared in Arizona after his escape.” Brandon pointed to another spot on the timeline. “He showed back up here in Colorado two months ago, after not being seen for ten months.”

A picture of Summer Worrall and her daughter, Chloe, came up on the screen. Roman saw Ashton Fitzgerald tense. The other man didn’t like to think about what had almost happened to his fiancée, and the child he considered to be his own daughter.

“Two months ago, Freihof targeted Summer Worrall, because of her connection to us.” Brandon looked over at Roman. “We almost lost Roman in the explosion Freihof set, and Tyrone Marcus died.”

Roman didn’t need a reminder.

“A week after that, Freihof went after our friends in Texas, Caroline Gill and Zane Wales. Fortunately, the people he convinced to target them were not able to fulfill their mission—part of what Freihof was talking about when he killed Grace.

“We had not seen or heard anything from Freihof for two months. Although we certainly had hoped he was gone for good, we knew that wouldn’t be the case.” Brandon looked around the room at everyone. “But things have changed now. Freihof has upped the ante.”

Again, there were multiple muttered agreements.

“Freihof has decided to get his own hands dirty rather than just use other people to do his killing, the way he has in the past,” Brandon said. “Up until now, part of his MO has been convincing others to do his dirty work for him. We’re not exactly sure why, probably part of some sort of elaborate mind game.

“But what we do know is that he did not get the results he wanted, trying to convince others to do the killing. Their success rate was less than optimal.”

“He succeeded in killing Tyrone,” Roman reminded everyone.

Brandon nodded. “Yes, but Tyrone’s death was not the actual plan. He wasn’t the target.”

“Although that doesn’t make Tyrone any less dead and it doesn’t mean that we’re not going to make sure Freihof pays for that,” Steve assured everyone.

“Freihof has now decided that he wants to do at least some of the killing himself. Grace Parker was his first target. We don’t know anything except that she will not be the last,” Brandon continued. “This is the note that we found at the scene of Grace’s murder.”

A new picture came up on the screen. A note very clearly written in bold stroked letters.

When you lose someone you love it hurts.

“What the hell does that mean?” Lillian asked. “If he thinks it hurts now, wait till I get him in my rifle sights.”

There were a few soft chuckles around the room. But everyone felt the same way. Not a single person present would hesitate to take Freihof out if he or she had the chance.

Brandon leaned against the table. “We’ve studied the video of Grace’s death. It led us to look in a different direction than we had been. Specifically, the sentences ‘You call yourself the good guys, but that’s not always the case, is it? It’s time for you to pay for your sins.’”

A new picture came up on the screen, the photo of a beautiful blonde young woman.

“Do you think that is his next intended victim?” Roman asked.

“No.” Brandon shook his head. “She was actually our victim.”

“Our victim? What does that mean?” Lillian asked.

“It was six years ago,” Brandon responded. “Some of you weren’t even here at that point. There was a raid at a federal reserve in Tucson. The hostage situation had gotten out of control and we were called in.”

Roman nodded. He remembered that case, but wasn’t part of it. He’d been new on the SWAT team at the time, still in training.

“I remember that incident,” Derek said. “The team was called in, we infiltrated the building. I think one of the bad guys was killed, and unfortunately, a couple of people were injured. And then there was some explosion, right?”