Cease Fire. Janie Crouch

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?”