Glen woke early as he had planned a few morning stops. He promised Rachel that he would deliver the clothes she gathered from Mack’s apartment last night, and he wanted to stop by the hospital and see the doctor who worked on Mack and make arrangements at the morgue..
“Rick, can you be ready in thirty minutes?” Glen asked.
“I’m ready now. Pick me up at the station on your way to the hospital,” Rick answered.
Glen’s felt the rush of the adrenaline that pumped through his veins. He hoped after today, he would feel less guilt.
Rick quickly climbed into the passenger side and buckled his seatbelt. “This is it, hopefully.”
“Hopefully,” Glen said.
They stopped at the nurses desk and ask to speak to Mack’s doctor. Glen heard him being paged and he showed up a few minutes later.
“Follow me. I assume you want this conversation kept private,” the doctor said.
“Can we see him?” Glen asked, knowing it was not the smartest thing to ask.
“Do you think that’s wise?” The doctor asked Glen in return.
“No, in fact it’s one of the more stupid ideas I’ve had. I mainly need to know that everything is being carried out.”
“You have my word, it is. And I’ll apologize to you, when you first came to me with this, I thought you were crazy, but you made the right choice. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to work.”
“Thank you, doctor,” Glen said, as the good doctor walked off.
“On to the morgue next?” Rick asked.
“Yep.”
They didn’t take long at the morgue. Just enough time to make arrangements to have the body transferred. And to get a look at the bay that the vehicle would be parked when loading the body.
“I want two deputies stationed here beginning two hours before the body transfer,” Glen ordered.
“And two more at the funeral home standing guard. Lucky we know a lot of officers who are off today from the Denver Police department. They will come in handy today and tomorrow morning,” Rick said.
When they stopped to deliver Mack’s clothes to the funeral director, both men noticed a small car pull up shortly after them. The hair on the back of Glen’s neck was at attention. He turned to say something to Rick, but Rick said, “I see them.”
“Our men are in place,” Glenn said.
They dropped the item off and went back to their vehicle and drove away. They noticed the car from earlier still sat in the small lot. Glen followed the plan and drove two blocks down the road and turned right. Another two blocks and another right hand turn brought them behind the funeral home.
“Ready?” Rick asked.
“You bet. Let’s hope this ends here and now,” Glen said as they crept up to the back of the building. Glen sent a text to the officers inside and the back door quickly, but silently opened. Rick caught the door and closed it as quietly as he could.
Glen had already gone over the plan with the other two officers so they went to stand in their positions. One was to masquerade as the funeral directors assistant, cane and all, therefore he wore a suit. The other dressed in a lab coat, as a mortician. Glen made sure there were no civilians in the building. He and Rick stationed themselves each in a room across from each other and close to where the mortician was. With the room doors partially closed, they were assured they wouldn’t be seen.
They didn’t have to wait long. Two men walked down the hall past the two rooms Glen and Rick hid inside. Glen saw one held a gun on the so called funeral director.
As Glen listened, he slowly opened his door further and saw Rick did the same. They both heard, “We want whatever was delivered today for that doctor’s funeral.”
The officer who played the director’s assistant stuck to his script and said, “That is highly unethical.” He said no more, as a gun was shoved into his rib cage, so he stepped back and said, “Martin where are the belongings for Doctor Sterling?”
That was their cue and on cue, Glen and Rick stepped up and yelled, “Drop the gun and get up against the wall.”
The ‘mortician’ had his gun now aimed at one man, who complied with his hands up and turned to face the wall. The one with the gun pointed at the assistant, turned to face Glen and Rick and fired his weapon at the exact second the ‘director’ knocked the man’s gun upwards with his cane. Glen pulled the trigger and the man was down. Patting the suspects down, they removed two other weapons. Glen noticed when he turned the man over who lay on the floor, as he looked into the dead eyes of Sergio Gillamo. The boss man was dead.
“Nice work gentlemen. Thank you for the help,” Glen said as he shook each man’s hands. The suspect up against the wall had been handcuffed by the mortician and one of the officers asked, “do you want us to drop this one off at the station?”
Glen smiled and nodded, “that would be a big help. Thanks again fellows.”
“I called it in. Our deputies from the morgue are on their way. They can take it from here. We need to make sure this is really the end. We need to question the remaining suspect,.” Rick said.
“Agreed.”