Got Your Six

Chapter 34

Calvin

My brain goes straight into panic mode. I've lost my job. My marriage is falling apart. Everyone around me keeps dying. What did I do to deserve this?
I begin pacing around the room and then notice something that's been sitting in plain sight this whole time. Lying on top of the end table next to Christina's chair is a plain white envelope with my name on it. My panic immediately turns to rage. If Gavin was in front of me right now I'd probably rip his head from his body. I snatch the envelope off the table and tear it open. After removing the single piece of paper from inside, I toss the envelope to the floor and unfold the letter.

"Come and find me - G.M."

The words just enrage me further. After all he's done, after everyone he's murdered, all he has the guts to do is continue to taunt me. I crumple the frail piece of paper in my hands and chuck it to the floor, then collapse on the couch behind me. Feeling completely helpless, I cover my face with my hands and scream at the top of my lungs. Everything I try to do to get closer to him just backfires on me. He killed his own men just to keep me from finding him. He's never going to stop and there's nothing I can do about it.
I look up with teary eyes at Christina's lifeless body. Her cold dead eyes stare back at me. I can still see the fear in her eyes she must have felt when she was being murdered.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you," I whisper to her.
I cross the room to her and drag my fingers over her eyes, closing them forever.
"I will find a way to put an end to this. No natter what I have to do, I will find a way," I promise her, hoping that somewhere, somehow she can hear my words.
I return to the couch, pulling my phone from my pocket and dial the numbers '9-1-1'. Just before I hit the dial button, the crumpled up letter on the floor catches my eye. Between all the folds and crevices, there are numbers. I toss my phone on the couch beside me and pick up the crumpled ball of paper, carefully unfolding it again. I read the words again that Gavin left for me and then I flip the paper over, finding a series of numbers.

"44.585302, -93.832030"

His letter wasn't a taunt to me at all, it was an invitation. I snatch my phone from the couch and swipe away the plea to 911, opening up the web browser instead. After punching the numbers Gavin left me into the search bar, it pulls up a pinpoint location right off of the highway. I switch the map to 'satellite mode' and zoom in, finding a small white house under the red pin. According to the directions, it's thirty-five minutes away from my current location. Maybe this nightmare will finally be put to an end tonight.
Of course, Gavin will be expecting me. I'll have to scope it out first. There's no doubt in my mind that it's some sort of trap. Maybe he finally wants to get rid of me because I was getting too close to him by working with Christina. I should have backup with me if I'm going to do this. He wouldn't be able to stop a whole squad of police raiding his safe house. I can't tell Captain Bennett about this though. If I do, he'll force me to stay behind. He'll lock me in a cell to make sure I don't get involved. I can't tell the police about this. I have to do this alone. I have to be the one to put an end to all of this.
I'm sure Gavin has already thought about all of this. Why else would he leave me exact coordinates to his safe house if he didn't think I would come alone? This must have been his plan all along. To isolate me from everyone so he can get rid of me without anyone getting in the way. Well, it's not going to work. He might have turned everyone against me but if I go down, I'll be sure to take him down with me.
I fold up the piece of paper, slip it into my pocket and switch my screen back to the phone app. I can't leave Christina like this. Even if I do go off to avenge her death and take down Gavin. I need to make sure someone will come and take care of her body.
The phone only rings twice before a male voice answers the call. "Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?" The mans asks in a calm voice.
"I need to report a homicide," I say, my voice cracking at the word homicide. There's something about saying it out loud that just makes it too real. Even though I've been sitting next to her lifeless body for the past twenty minutes.
"Okay, what's your name, sir?" Asks the dispatcher in a more urgent tone.
"Never mind that," I tell him and then give him Christina's address. I hang up the phone before he can even get another word out, or even make sure he heard it correctly. Even if he didn't, he can just play the recording back to hear it again. I couldn't stay on the phone for long. The last thing I need is for them to know it was me who called it in. They'd probably try to pin it on me and have me locked up.
I slip the phone back into my pocket and make my way out of the house. The police will be here soon and I can't be here when they show up, especially if Captain Bennett is with them. I climb into my truck and type in the address of Gavin's supposed safe house into my GPS. The sound of police sirens in the distance travels through the air as I drive away from Christina's house. I wonder if the police will find anything to link her death to Gavin. Would he have left anything behind? I didn't see a murder weapon lying around anywhere. I'm sure he wasn't stupid enough to leave that behind. Even if the police can't trace her death back to Gavin, I know the truth, and I'll get justice for her, and for Cameron.
The thirty-five minute drive turns into a little less than thirty with the way I drive. I pass right by the house my GPS tells me to turn into and take the next exit instead, pulling off into a small parking lot in front of a white shack. There's a sign on the front of the shack that reads 'Blakeley Township Town Hall'. All I can think is, "What kind of town hall is located inside of a small white shack?"
There's no other vehicles in the small parking lot and I have a clear view of the house on the other side of a barren crop field. There is a patch of trees the stretches from my end of the field all the way to the house that I'll make sure to use to my advantage later. I pull a pair of binoculars out of my center console to get a better look at the house. It appears to be abandoned, the way it looks like it's falling apart, but there's two vehicles parked behind the house. One is a black SUV and the other is the same car Gavin was in when he shot down my brother. He's here, I've finally found him.
I can't do anything in the daylight and risk someone seeing me coming. They'd alert Gavin and I'd never stand a chance. Not to mention, the house is right on the side of Highway 169. I can't risk someone seeing something as they drive by and then calling the police. No, I can't risk anything going wrong. This has to end tonight. All I can do for now is keep watching the house and wait for nightfall so I can put an end to this. I put the binoculars down and reach into my glovebox, pulling out my Glock Seventeen and clutching it tightly in my hand.