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The
young
man
nodded
,
walked
to
the
door
a
few
steps
across
from
his
own
,
knocked
,
and
waited
a
few
seconds
and
knocked
again
.
There
was
no
answer
.
Craig
dropped
the
pizza
box
,
pulled
his
gun
and
pressed
it
into
the
back
of
the
suspect
’
s
head
.
"
Freeze
!
I
know
you
’
re
Milligan
!
"
He
snapped
handcuffs
on
him
.
The
young
man
looked
dazed
.
"
What
’
s
this
for
?
I
didn
’
t
do
nothing
.
"
Craig
jabbed
the
gun
between
his
shoulder
blades
,
pulling
Milligans
long
hair
as
if
yanking
on
reins
.
"
Lets
get
back
inside
.
"
As
Craig
pushed
him
into
the
apartment
,
the
other
SWAT
officers
stormed
in
around
him
,
guns
leveled
.
Boxerbaum
and
Kleberg
came
around
front
to
join
them
.
Nikki
Miller
had
the
I
.
D
.
picture
out
,
showing
a
mole
on
Milligans
neck
.
"
He
’
s
got
the
mole
.
Same
face
.
Its
him
.
"
They
put
Milligan
in
the
red
chair
,
and
she
noticed
he
stared
straight
ahead
with
a
dazed
,
trancelike
expression
.
Sergeant
Dempsey
bent
and
looked
under
the
chair
.
"
Here
’
s
the
gun
,
"
he
said
,
sliding
it
out
with
a
pencil
.
"
Nine
-
millimeter
magnum
.
Smith
and
Wesson
.
"
A
SWAT
officer
turned
over
the
seat
of
the
brown
chair
in
front
of
the
TV
set
and
started
to
pick
up
a
bullet
clip
and
a
plastic
bag
with
ammunition
,
but
Dempsey
stopped
him
.
‘
Hold
it
.
We
’
ve
got
an
arrest
warrant
,
not
a
search
warrant
.
"
He
turned
to
Milligan
.
"
You
want
to
let
us
go
ahead
and
search
?
"
Milligan
just
stared
blankly
.
