Chapter 55

Back in Virginia, Detective Gamble and Newsome along with the several cops from Alexandria warrant squad were walking around Carmelo’s empty house looking angry and frustrated. They had raided the beautiful house a little after 8 a.m. only to find it empty like somebody had put the place up for sale.

After giving the house a thorough search from top to bottom, the warrant squad cop from VA looked at Detectives Gamble and Newsome like they were some idiots. Seeing the looks on their faces, Detective Gamble pulled his partner Newsome to the side, trying to ignore the chuckles and whispers from the Virginia police.

“You know how this makes us look, right?” Newsome whispered, looking over his shoulder at the other cops who searched the vacant house.

“I don’t give a fuck!” Gamble snapped. “That son of a bitch isn’t getting off the hook that easy. He can run, but he can’t hide.” Gamble smiled, holding up a piece of paper.

“What’s that?”

“Authorization for a cell phone tracking - Mr. Glover’s cell phone.”

“Sweet.” Newsome smiled. “So you never intended to have him arrested, huh?”

“Now you thinking like a real cop, my friend.” Gamble smiled. “I just had to get the warrant so I could get this warrant right here, which is the most important. Carmelo can be anywhere in the world and I can locate him just as long as he keeps his cell phone on him.”

“What we gon’ do about these creeps here?”

“Fuck ‘em, let ‘em think we some bumbling idiots. We know what we after,” Gamble said before stepping towards the front door.

“Hey, hey!” one of the warrant squad cops called out, stopping Gamble and Newsome in their tracks at the front door.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Gamble said as the white man with the military crew haircut walked up on him.

“So what’s going on here? I mean, you get a warrant to search this place and to arrest the occupants of the house, and there’s nobody here. It looks like someone left in a hurry, Bub,” he said, giving Gamble one of those “you stupid motherfucker” looks.

“So I guess you just answered your own question as to what’s going on here - nothing,” Gamble said, sarcasm oozing from his tone.

With that said, Gamble gave his partner Newsome a nod and they exited the house without looking back, which really left a sour taste in the Virginia warrant squad cops’ mouths, making them feel like they had just been slapped in the face. As Gamble and Newsome headed to their cars, jumped in, and pulled off, they had no idea that they had just became responsible for those Virginia cops developing a serious grudge against all D.C. cops.