Clayton
“I love you too,” Frankie says as I hang up my phone.
I take a deep breath as Eric stops his car. We have been tracking a suspect all day, and we find ourselves in a rundown trailer park looking for a man accused of killing his wife and her parents. A few kids run around in a junkyard full of old cars and everything else. They stare at us with hollow eyes, and I get a chill.
“How do we do this?” Eric asks.
I look at the kids and shudder, “Carefully,” I respond.
We step up some broken stairs and knock on the front door of a rusty trailer. I hear movement from inside, but no one comes to the door.
“FBI, OPEN UP!” Eric announces. “We just want to talk to you, Mr. Tucker.”
I listen and hear more rustling and another door opening, “He went out the back,” I say and leap off t
