Ever since his new neighbors moved in about a year previously next door to him, things got sketchy in a few months. There'd be figures slinking across their yard into their basement through the outside hatch at all odd hours of the night. There'd also be obnoxious and loud conversations between multiple individuals that'd last for hours. But more oddly and importantly the owners had a small son.
"Mary and James Foster are their names are names, they have a seven year old foster boy named Oliver Lee Benjamin" Hank recalled for Jay.
"Well it makes sense how their den got so popular and so funded. They're using those four grand checks they get every month" Jay replied.
"Yeah and on the odd chance they get the slip on their drug possession, distribution and gang affiliation charges their child abuse and neglect charges will hold em'" Hank said, remembering the many times the little boy came to his house asking for food or even some water. When asked his explanation was that his guardians were in serious debt. But that didn't seem right. How could they afford two BMW's and top line clothing they showed off constantly but yet their kid was extremely bony, malnourished and in stuck in shaggy old clothes?
"Listen we're seven minutes away get ready because this could get ugly quick in a hurry" Jay warned hank.
"I will don't you worry about me, just get here asap" he told Jay before hanging up and jumping into some spare clothes in his closet and his kevlar jacket. As he whipped open a drawer in a cabinet close to his bed and strapped his holster and weapon on his side he thought through the plan coming together in his mind. He had to get Oliver out and fast.
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Fanfiction"You're not going to believe this but one of our informants tipped us off on the location of the drug den we've been looking for. They confirmed that multiple of our gang affiliated offenders have frequented the location just this week and will be h...
