shattered. He depressed the brakes quickly and firmly. The car flew past and he got a good look at it as the Jeep's headlights lit up the car's side. A dark Crown Victoria. Just like the one that followed them from the restaurant and he evaded at the Big Dam Bridge.
He maneuvered the Jeep behind the Crown Vic. Once again, a shooter leaned out of the window and began firing at them.
"They're shooting at us," Tony yelled.
"Got any more helpful news?"
He swerved left and right in an attempt to throw off the shooter's aim.
A bullet hit the windshield. A spider web shaped crack appeared at the base of the windshield halfway between Kaplan and Tony. The bullet lodged in the back seat behind him.
"Are they the same ones from the restaurant?" Tony asked.
"Pretty good bet." Kaplan swerved left and right behind the Crown Vic. "Duck below the dash."
"Right." The old man did as instructed.
He accelerated and rammed the Crown Vic from behind. The car began to fishtail but quickly regained control.
Tony groaned as he bounced back and forth from the impact.
Part of Kaplan's tradecraft training had included a defensive driving course he'd taken at FLETC, the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center in Brunswick, Georgia on the property that was once Naval Air Station Glynco. FLETC's mission was to train personnel who protect our homeland. The course was not limited to defensive driving, there were several offensive maneuvers taught as well, including PITâPrecision Immobilization Technique. Its sole purpose was to force a fleeing car to abruptly turn sideways resulting in a loss of control.
It wasn't simply ramming the rear end of a fleeing vehicle but rather the systematic placement of his fender against the rear fender and applying a turning force causing a loss of traction to the rear tires of the fleeing vehicle.
Getting his vehicle in position for the PIT was the difficult part. Whenever he went left, the Crown Vic went left. Right, the Crown Vic went right.
Their highway speeds were frequently in excess of eighty miles per hour. The use of a PIT at this speed could end with a catastrophic result, however at the moment, it was his best option.
The vehicles jockeyed for position for nearly a full minute before the driver of the Crown Vic failed to correctly predict Kaplan's next move.
He placed the left front fender of the Jeep against the Crown Vic's right rear fender and applied the turning force.
The Crown Vic's tires lost traction. Its rear end fishtailed to the left. The driver over reacted when he tried to correct for the loss of control and the Crown Vic jerked hard to the left and flipped. Kaplan swerved and braked hard to keep from becoming entangled with the out of control car.
The Crown Vic rolled side-to-side several times, went airborne end-to-end, and landed in the wide grass median where it came to rest upside down.
Kaplan braked to a stop in the middle of the road. Tony rose from the floorboard, made a cross on his chest and said, "Are they dead?"
He pushed Tonyâs head below the dash, drew his weapon, and said, "Stay put. I'll check."
17
H is gut instinct was right . Moss knew the home had to be near Arkansas 365 somewhere north of Little Rock. He and Hepler had already discussed possible escape routes for the motorcycle and determined the most logical route.
Moore plugged the address into her Android phone and provided him with directions to the house. A Faulkner County deputy manned the first roadblock at the entrance to The River Plantation subdivision on River Road. The deputy let them pass after making sure they had proper credentials to enter. Two ninety-degree turns later, River Road became Plantation Drive, which came to a dead end T-section with River Road Drive.
Before Moss reached the T-section Moore said, "Turn left."
He pointed in the direction of the mass of swirling lights. "I think I got it from here, Inspector Moore."
To the left and a few houses down on the right were
He maneuvered the Jeep behind the Crown Vic. Once again, a shooter leaned out of the window and began firing at them.
"They're shooting at us," Tony yelled.
"Got any more helpful news?"
He swerved left and right in an attempt to throw off the shooter's aim.
A bullet hit the windshield. A spider web shaped crack appeared at the base of the windshield halfway between Kaplan and Tony. The bullet lodged in the back seat behind him.
"Are they the same ones from the restaurant?" Tony asked.
"Pretty good bet." Kaplan swerved left and right behind the Crown Vic. "Duck below the dash."
"Right." The old man did as instructed.
He accelerated and rammed the Crown Vic from behind. The car began to fishtail but quickly regained control.
Tony groaned as he bounced back and forth from the impact.
Part of Kaplan's tradecraft training had included a defensive driving course he'd taken at FLETC, the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center in Brunswick, Georgia on the property that was once Naval Air Station Glynco. FLETC's mission was to train personnel who protect our homeland. The course was not limited to defensive driving, there were several offensive maneuvers taught as well, including PITâPrecision Immobilization Technique. Its sole purpose was to force a fleeing car to abruptly turn sideways resulting in a loss of control.
It wasn't simply ramming the rear end of a fleeing vehicle but rather the systematic placement of his fender against the rear fender and applying a turning force causing a loss of traction to the rear tires of the fleeing vehicle.
Getting his vehicle in position for the PIT was the difficult part. Whenever he went left, the Crown Vic went left. Right, the Crown Vic went right.
Their highway speeds were frequently in excess of eighty miles per hour. The use of a PIT at this speed could end with a catastrophic result, however at the moment, it was his best option.
The vehicles jockeyed for position for nearly a full minute before the driver of the Crown Vic failed to correctly predict Kaplan's next move.
He placed the left front fender of the Jeep against the Crown Vic's right rear fender and applied the turning force.
The Crown Vic's tires lost traction. Its rear end fishtailed to the left. The driver over reacted when he tried to correct for the loss of control and the Crown Vic jerked hard to the left and flipped. Kaplan swerved and braked hard to keep from becoming entangled with the out of control car.
The Crown Vic rolled side-to-side several times, went airborne end-to-end, and landed in the wide grass median where it came to rest upside down.
Kaplan braked to a stop in the middle of the road. Tony rose from the floorboard, made a cross on his chest and said, "Are they dead?"
He pushed Tonyâs head below the dash, drew his weapon, and said, "Stay put. I'll check."
17
H is gut instinct was right . Moss knew the home had to be near Arkansas 365 somewhere north of Little Rock. He and Hepler had already discussed possible escape routes for the motorcycle and determined the most logical route.
Moore plugged the address into her Android phone and provided him with directions to the house. A Faulkner County deputy manned the first roadblock at the entrance to The River Plantation subdivision on River Road. The deputy let them pass after making sure they had proper credentials to enter. Two ninety-degree turns later, River Road became Plantation Drive, which came to a dead end T-section with River Road Drive.
Before Moss reached the T-section Moore said, "Turn left."
He pointed in the direction of the mass of swirling lights. "I think I got it from here, Inspector Moore."
To the left and a few houses down on the right were
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