“One minute.â€?

Two years ago, Bobby would have had us bust in immediately on arrival. After the raid in Grove City where those three kids got caught in the crossfire, he now takes more precaution. Insisting that we show up to the raid location at least four hours in advance to strategize.

Bobby splays five fingers in front of his face, touches index and middle fingers below his eyes and points to the backyard. With our informant in the bathroom, that makes six.

I check my watch; seven seconds to go. I turn to the other eight agents and indicate the countdown. My trusty nine millimeter cocked and ready to go, I give the signal and follow Bobby into the backyard.

Turning the corner, I see one of the perps holding a 10 gauge shotgun. He’s about eleven yards away.

“Shotgun! 12 o’clock,â€? I scream at Bobby half a second too late. His thirteen years on the force ended by the shell entering his skull.

I unload all fourteen of the bullets from the magazine into the bastard as the other agents take out the rest.