Hidden in Plain Sight
At O’Malley’s, the cozy evening crowd had no idea what was really happening. Between the clinking glasses and casual chatter, several undercover officers slipped into position. Officer Davis sat at the bar, pretending to nurse a drink, while Johnson took a quiet table in the corner with a clear line of sight.
Every exit was covered, every movement watched. Their earpieces crackled softly as they checked communications. Melissa was seated already, waiting, her microphone active. They were watching closely, ready to step in if anything went wrong. The trap was set—and now, they just had to wait for Steve.
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