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“We’ve got movement...” Officer Wilson said into his lapel. “Looks like the male is getting in the car, OK, he’s backing out, going around the building... Someone on the street side get him.”

“I got him,” Officer Terrance O’Hare said into his radio. “We’re north bound on Gradville, he’s pulling into the McDonald’s. Probably a breakfast run...”

“Copy,” Officer Ocala said, “Cooke, get in there and tail him where ever he goes from the McDonald’s...”

“Copy.” Came Officer David Cooke’s voice from the radio.

“I’m going to go down to Fourth and come back around the long way... He’s seen me and my car.” O’Hare said.

“Good idea,” Wilson said. “We might need to get auto squad involved... Keep switching the cars up, keep them on their toes.”

“Yeah,” Ocala’s voice came back through the speaker. “I don’t know how long Thompson wants us to follow them...”

“Hey guys,” Officer Larry Wilson’s voice again. “Now she’s leaving on foot, black coat, red skirt, black flats, black bag. Looks like she’s going east, into the residential.”

“You think they know,” Cooke’s voice. “He’s leaving the McDonald’s, heading east on Lima... Can someone get over there?”

“I got it,” Sargent Erickson’s voice. “No one has seen my car yet...”

“The Volskwagen just stopped, Lima and Washington, She’s getting in and continuing east bound Lima.” Ocala said.

“Copy.” Erickson voice siad. “I’m at Lima and Toto. When they pass, I’m going to pull out behind you, and you slow and pull into a driveway, let us get out of sight and then parallel us.”

“Copy Sarge.”