Hold Tight |Jason McCann|

Chapter 21

| Jason |

I rang multiple people. I spoke to dozens of my gang members. I knew exactly what to do but I had little time in doing it and that was because whoever did this, executed it well. Not only did they manage to corrupt my security system at home, but they somehow knew exactly who I got my security from and from there, they were able to delete all backup footage leaving not a single trace.

Nothing.

How was it possible for us to not have a single trace, not a single footprint or a fingerprint on one of the shards of glass, that would lead us to a face. It wasn't. Because the only people who knew how to wipe out ALL evidence, ensuring not a single spec of lint from somebody's jacket lands on any part of the surface, was us. My gang. I had trained them to the point where they could be invisible in a single room filled with hundreds of people.

Which meant only one thing, that whoever did this and was behind all of this was a part of the gang, whether they were the smallest fraction of it, they knew the basics and they knew exactly what to do. I didn't speculate that they were all once a part of my gang but there had to be some sort of connection otherwise it would be impossible for them to pull this off without there being an insider.

"Find out where everybody was between the hours of 8pm to 11pm tonight." I told one of the men who worked at the computers, hacking mostly.

"But that's hundreds of people boss, it'll take-"

"I don't give a fuck how long it takes, whoever did this is a part of my gang. And anyone who goes against me and disrespects me does not get to see another day so easily" I spat, glaring at him for even questioning my work method.

"you really think it's one of the gang members?" Ryan asked me as he followed me up the stairs.

"I'm sure. There's no way these people didn't leave a single trace of evidence behind without knowing what we know." I answered as I got to the top of the stairs to see many members of my gang members walking around, talking in groups with devices in their hands to help limit the search. I walked over to the metal table which held the large sheet of paper which was a floor plan to my house, around it surrounded the boys who were filling in certain areas with labels which were potential weak spots, like shattered glass that was positioned in a certain way or a window being cracked from the force of a potential weapon.

"Okay but why use the front door when they came in from the back? Why not go out the same way you came in?" Khalil asked the boys as he circled the backdoor which had been busted in and it had the outdoor mat leaning against it which meant they used it to kick the door without getting glass all over them.

"Because they heard the hallway sensor near my basement which only goes off when loud noises are in its perimeter. It sends the steel door in to a lockdown so that no one can get in to it." I answered referring to the door which led down to my basement which hadn't been opened. Not to any surprise.

Each of them looked up at me as I walked over and looked down at the paper. "What is this?" I asked pressing my fingertip against the labelled window which appeared to be my office window.

"They couldn't get in to your office through the actual door obviously because of all of the locks and we are assuming that they went out back again and got one of their guys to climb all the way up and smash through the window," He continued, the fact that I didn't know who this was made me even more angry after knowing all of the efforts they went through just to fuck with me and get what they wanted.

"But they didn't go in for some reason... the guys who went back to your house saw blood droplets by the pipes and they had been smudged off but we're assuming one of them got cut from breaking the office window and that's why he never went in"

It angered me even more second by second. Things came out, people walked in and out of the warehouse, dozens on the phone and even more contacting the people I trusted globally.

Nothing. When something like this happened, believe it or not, but criminals from other organisations worked together to gain a get out of jail free card for future problems. You get me information now and I'll spare one of your men if they ever come near my organisation, kinda thing.

"Mr McCann" I turned around to see Danny, one of the guys who worked computers, now stood behind me.

"What" I muttered as I continued looking through the file in my hand.

"Um we received the footage from the street we believe they took as their getaway and um I think you'd like to see this" his voice was shaky and he seemed like he was about to fucking shit himself making me look up and over at him.

"Show me" I watched as he tapped on his iPad before titling it to show me.

"You see this? They used a 2010 Jeep Wrangler as their getaway car to cover up the sound of a loud engine leaving such a residential place. The number plate is blurred but we're working on separating them and then putting the licence plate numbers and letter back in place"

"How long will that take?" I asked as he set the iPad under his arm.

"I'll get it done under an hour," he paused as he turned away to leave.

"A jeep, that ain't no fucking getaway car. These bitches have money, they also pussy about this shit because nobody be thieving in a bitch car" I turned to look at the boys who nodded their head in agreement.

None of this added up, yet it fell in to place as if it were a mastermind plan