God damn it to hell! They fucking took her!" Jack roared at Derek Lockwood when his friend showed up at the scene of the abduction. A paramedic was loading Lee Isaac into the ambulance. He had taken a bullet to the shoulder and had lost a lot of blood. They had refused to let Jack question him which contributed to his outburst. Derek got into Jack's face. "Man, I need you to get control of yourself or I'm going to have to lock you down." He glared at his friend. "If that motherfuckin' Isaac hadn't played the lovesick fool, Maia wouldn't be in this situation." "That's hardly sympathetic, Jack. The man got shot." "Fuck that!" A Baltimore police officer approached them and said tentatively, "Gentlemen, I need a statement." "This is a Federal matter," Derek told the cop. "You'll need to talk to the DEA representative in Baltimore." "Do you have a license to carry that, sir?" The police officer asked as he eyed the 9mm tucked behind the waistband of Jack's jeans. He had thrown on a long-sleeved henley over his jeans after he got the call from the surveillance team that Maia had left the hotel with Lee Isaac.
