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"OK Roger, we got the green light. We're tapping your phone and we're going to stake out your place." "I don't think I'm ready to go back there." "Roger, we need you in on this. Remember there's some very ugly homicides involved here. Your participation is needed to solve them. So, please, let's take you home. You'll be protected." "Will somebody be there with me-me?", stuttered Roger. "I'll be waiting inside with you." "Can I have a weapon?" "Know how to use one?" "No." "Then that's not a good idea, Roger." "None of this." "Sorry, it can't be helped."

"When does this all happen?" "The phone tap should be on now. I'm just waiting for the call from our squad." Ramoos answered his cell. "What? You're there. Yeah, that was fast. Thanks." To Roger, "OK, Roger, let's go."

The white van was waiting about a block down from Roger's apartment. Turned out that he lived on the first floor. "Got your key?" Roger opened the door for Ramoos and entered. Ramoos kept his weapon holstered, but had his hand on it. "Aw shit.", exclaimed Roger. "Somebody's been in here." The place was a mess. Ramoos called the squad in the van. Then he called the chief. "Yeah, we're in here. But the place has been tossed. Yeah, hold on." Ramoos then drew out his gun and went through the place with Roger, things were lying around everywhere. Including paraphernalia. Ramoos pointed to it, "Roger that doesn't look good. But, they - whoever the hell they are - found it first." Ramoos muttered "Damn." under his breath.

Roger took Ramoos throught the place. It was pretty small. Not much space. Ramoos got on the phone, "Nobody here. Yeah will leave things as they are until we're safe." Ramoos hung up, Roger just looked at him, dumbfounded.

"What do we do now?" "We wait." "Do you think they know that I'm here?" "I'm kind of hoping that." "Great." Roger sat down while Ramoos made another call to his squad.