Free Bug Out! Part 12: RV Alliance by Robert Boren

storage yard,” Ted said.
    “You’re probably right,” Malcolm said, grinning. “You know what might be on some of that film, don’t you?”
    “What?” Ted asked.
    “Black Dahlia,” Malcolm said.
    “What are you talking about?” Agent Simone asked, walking over when he heard that.
    “Did you guys check to see if Scott had a storage locker at that yard?” Ted asked.
    “I don’t know,” Agent Simone said. “Hey, Agent Williams.”
    “What?” he asked, taking the phone away from his ear.
    “Did the cop killer have a storage locker at that yard where we found the station wagon?”
    “Don’t know,” he said. “Let me finish this call, then we’ll talk.” He went back to talking on his phone.
    “Could be something on the gravel pit murder too,” Ted said. “If he brought his camera gear with him to California.”
    “What the hell are you guys talking about?” Agent Simone said.
    “Yeah, what
are
you talking about?” Agent Williams asked, walking over as he stuck his phone in his pocket.
    “See there?” Malcolm said, pointing to the corner. “Film cans. They were removed recently. Look at the dust. They were wheeled out on a dolly. Look at those bloody tracks.”
    “There’s a projector in that front room,” Agent Weiss said. “Old one. Collector’s item for sure.”
    “You’re thinking there’s some old crimes on those movies?” Agent Williams asked.
    “Yeah,” Malcolm said. “You guys check to see if Scott had a storage unit at that yard?”
    “We don’t even know for sure if it was Scott,” Agent Williams said.
    “C’mon,” Ted said. “Who else could it be?”
    “I can’t believe you’d hesitate,” Malcolm said.
    “All right, we’ll check on it,” he said. “Meanwhile, I got to take you two in for questioning. My SAC insisted.”
    “SAC?” Malcolm asked.
    “Special Agent in Charge,” Ted said. He sighed. “For how long? We talking a couple of hours?”
    “Don’t know,” he said. “Oh, and give me your cell phones.”
    “Why?” Ted asked.
    “We don’t have to tell you anything,” Agent Williams said. “It’ll be better if you cooperate. Please?”
    Ted sighed and handed his phone over. Malcolm did the same. “We following you over there?”
    “No, you’re being taken in my car,” Agent Williams said.
    “This seems kinda like an arrest to me,” Malcolm said. “We get a phone call?”
    “Not yet,” he said.
    Ted started to get his dander up, and Malcolm saw it. He shook his head no.
    “What about my Jeep?” Malcolm asked. “I don’t want to leave it on the street around here.”
    “Agent Weiss will follow us in your vehicle. Don’t worry, we have an office close by.”
    ***
    Gabe and Dobie sat in the car, watching the house. It had been almost half an hour since the FBI stormed the house. There were agents sitting on the front porch, and people walking around inside the house.
    “Think we should go in there?” Gabe asked.
    “No,” Dobie said. “Let’s just wait. I haven’t heard any guns go off or anything.”
    “Look, movement,” Gabe said. A large agent walked out the front door with Malcolm and Ted. They came down the walkway to the curb, where a black SUV was parked. Malcolm looked right at them and shook his head no.
    “He doesn’t want us to follow him,” Dobie said.
    “Crap,” Gabe said as he watched them get shoved into the SUV. It drove off.
    “What now?” Dobie asked.
    “Let’s go back to the RV Park,” Gabe said. “I’ll call George on the way.”
    “Good idea,” Dobie said. He started the car and headed for the freeway as Gabe took his phone out of his pocket.
    “George?” Gabe asked.
    “Yeah, Gabe,” he said. “Anything wrong?”
    “Malcolm and Ted were inside the house,” Gabe said, trying to stay calm. “The place got raided by FBI agents. We just watched them being taken away in one of those black SUVs.”
    “Son of a bitch,” George said. “I was afraid of that. They didn’t call