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“Please, mister.”
“Which one of you shot, Goldberg?” Ramirez demanded.
“I did,” the one who had a son admitted.
I saw the hesitation in the man. He wanted revenge—justice for Goldberg—but Ramirez was clean. He’d not done shit like this before. And let’s get it right; this was plain old-fashioned torture and murder. Ramirez paced around them when Lucas made me jump.
He moved forward quickly and grabbed the gun in Drake’s hand. Before anyone could move, Lucas put the gun against the man’s head and blew his brains out.
Blood and brain splattered those closest, but Lucas didn’t even flinch.
Without pause, he turned the gun on the second guy and repeated his actions.
Ramirez looked shocked.
Lucas pulled the clip from the gun and handed it to Drake before dropping the gun.
“What the fuck?” Ramirez demanded.
“You’re a good cop; you couldn’t have pulled the trigger and walked away the same,” Lucas replied.
“You did this for me?” Ramirez questioned.
“I did it for all of us. Goldberg’s family lost a son and father. For Dan, who won’t sit beside me on patrol again. Nando, who remains in a coma, and his family losing hope every day. For fuckin’ Axel, who’ll never walk the same. For you, brother, so you don’t destroy your soul. And for me, because I never wanna feel fear like that again.”
“Jesus, Lucas.” Ramirez sighed, reaching out and clutching his shoulder.
“You wanted to do it. I could see the warring inside you. I merely removed the obstacle. We both got justice tonight. But those bodies need to be identified for the killing. Could Rage take care of that?” Lucas asked, turning to Drake.
I caught a glimpse of his eyes. Lucas had changed. He was harder, more focused. The easy-going cop was gone. He was now a soldier in this war. A war none of us in RC had asked for.
“We can do what’s needed,” Drake confirmed.
“Good. Then we’re done.” Lucas walked towards the door and stopped. “Thanks to all of you for this.”
He went to walk out, but Drake called out.
“Lucas. The gun.”
I watched as Bobby Lucas turned around and faced us all.
“You want me to take it?” he quizzed.
“Your kill, man; get rid of the weapon. Don’t play those games. We won’t hold evidence over your head,” Drake said.
I agreed. That wasn’t what Rage was about.
“You got the crematorium. Melt it down,” Lucas suggested.
“You trust us to do this?” I asked, surprised.
Lucas turned his gaze on me.
“Rage trusted me to come without the law behind me.”
I nodded. Lucas’s answer was simple. He could have brought the dept and had us arrested. Drake had trusted him not to, and now Lucas was trusting us. I already knew Drake would melt that gun down or get rid of it somehow. Drake knew Lucas had his back and vice versa.
“There’ll be no trace,” Drake confirmed and watched Lucas walk out.
