Chapter 13
The roaring chop of the heavy rotor blades whipped the mountain air into a violent frenzy, sending loose gravel, dust, and dry pine needles flying in all directions. The blinding searchlights from the descending state police helicopters locked instantly onto the black luxury SUV and the surrounding tactical officers, washing the entire mountain pass in a stark, unforgiving white glare.
The chief froze, his triumphant smile vanishing instantly as he looked up at the aircraft. Stenciled in bold, reflective lettering along the side of the leading helicopter was the emblem of the State Attorney General’s Special Anti-Corruption Division—not the local county police force he thought he had completely controlled.
“Drop your weapons! Federal and State joint task force! Drop your weapons and put your hands on your head!” a booming voice echoed through the high-powered loudspeakers mounted on the helicopter skids.
The local tactical officers looked at each other in sheer panic, their weapons wavering as they realized the magnitude of the trap that had just snapped shut around them. The officer holding Miller by the neck hesitated, his boot slowly lifting away as the sheer pressure of federal intervention stripped him of his local authority.
Miller rolled over onto his back, coughing heavily as he sucked in the crisp mountain air, casting a sharp, victorious grin up at the chief.
“Looks like your arrangement just got canceled, Chief,” Miller rasped, pushing himself up onto one knee.
The chief’s face turned the color of ash. He desperately reached inside his tailored suit jacket for his service weapon, his eyes darting frantically between the descending helicopters and the armed federal agents fast-roping onto the asphalt just a few yards away.
“Don't do it!” an agent shouted, leveling an assault rifle directly at the chief’s chest. “Drop the gun, now!”
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Before the chief could pull his weapon free, a heavy combat boot struck his wrist with blinding speed, sending the pistol clattering across the asphalt and over the edge of the cliff into the ravine below. The chief spun around, stumbling backward into the side of his luxury SUV as two federal agents swarmed him, slamming him against the metal door and snapping heavy steel handcuffs onto his wrists with practiced effici
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