Free The Warrior Code by Ty Patterson Page A

in Wyoming for assault, for dealing in controlled substances, for illegal possession of firearms, hate crimes… his rap sheet runs to more than a few pages.’
    ‘Do you think that was Cargill?’ Zeb asked him even though he knew the answer.
    Kelly snorted. ‘Nope. Not unless Cargill got an infusion of brains. While Snake runs a statewide gang, he doesn’t have it in him to bust prisoners out of a county jail. We know he’s in Cheyenne, most of his gang is, but haven’t been able to pin him down.’
    Meghan looked at Cargill’s photo. He was bald, a tiny snake etched on his forehead, its forked tongue red and bright. She imagined the tongue moved whenever he creased his forehead.
    A thought struck her. ‘Any bodies found in Cheyenne? If these guys are cleaning up, they might have left bodies behind.’
    Kelly chuckled. ‘Bud would’ve been proud of you two. He was a danged good detective, and it looks like that has rubbed off on you. Nope. No bodies found. If they have been erased, then they’ve disposed of the bodies some other way.’
    He snapped his fingers as he remembered something. ‘Oh yeah. My memory must be deserting me. Foley called, was inquiring about the two of you. He said he would be glad to help you in any way he could and left a number for you to call.’
    Zeb had been leaning back in his chair, eyes closed, his mind a blank, allowing the jigsaw pieces to fall their own way. His eyes flew open at the mention of the name.
    ‘Foley? Who’s he?’
    Meghan answered. ‘Jack Foley. He was in the SWAT team along with Dad.’
    ‘Where’s he now, and why would he call after all this time?’
    He straightened in his chair when he saw the three of them regarding him in silence.
    Kelly held out a hand and straightened a finger. ‘There’s no great coincidence to his call if that’s what you’re leading to. He’s in regular contact with Peregrine; every couple of weeks they make calls to each other. This call happened to be one of those regular how-ya-doing calls. Peregrine mentioned the twins, and that’s how he extended the offer of help. I’d do the same if I was in his position.’
    He extended his second finger. ‘Speaking of his position, Zeb, haven’t you heard of that name? Jack Foley?’
    When Zeb continued looking blankly at him, he rolled his eyes and looked at the twins. ‘You’ve spent a few more days with him. Is he always this disinterested? Totally unaware of what happens in the world?’
    Beth’s eyes twinkled. ‘It’s not as if we’re best buddies, but we’ve come to learn how he operates. He never follows news, never watches TV, or goes on the internet, that kinda stuff. He reckons someone will tell him the news if something happens.’
    Zeb cleared his throat, reminding them he was still in the room.
    Meghan rolled her eyes. ‘I told you about the rest of the SWAT team, Zeb. Foley, Suiter, Taggart, McBride and Jordan.’ 
    Beth’s smile grew wider. ‘We never got around to telling you about Foley, though.’
    ‘Taggart was with Dad in that room, and it was Taggart who took out the shooters, but it was Foley who caught the media attention. He was the third to enter the room, but for reasons best known to the media, he became the star. The media attention he got rivaled the amount we got. Interviews, book deals, movie deals, all that shit. He quit SWAT soon after, went around the country on talk shows, got a reputation for being a tough, no-nonsense, tell-it-like-it-is cop, wrote a couple of books on the incident – after getting our permission – and drifted into politics.’
    ‘Where’s he now?’ Zeb repeated.
    ‘He’s in Washington, D.C, a Special Advisor in the Department of Homeland Security. He’s a bright, fast rising star in that jungle.’
    ‘Six years is a very short time to get that position, isn’t it?’
    Kelly replied patiently, ‘Not when you come from a very influential political family and your dad is a senator, and your granddad was one