How did we miss this? It was right there all along. Thought the detective. He replayed the tape, showing an almost exact replica of the man rotting in prison for the same killings that had taken place more than 20 years previously. Only this time it wasn’t Brian Peters, but rather his younger brother, Aaron. He was only 7 or so when Brian was caught, he must have had instruction from his brother. There’s no other way he would have been able to replicate all the signature details, Burcks concluded. When he had briefly interviewed Aaron two weeks ago he had seemed nothing like is brother, aside from his looks. Aaron had seemed much friendlier, not at all capable of doing something like this.
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Two of the patrol cars, including Burcks and Olsen’s, took the front, while the third car went to the rear entrance, the only other way in or out. Minutes later, the S.W.A.T. team arrived. Burcks and Olsen were to lead the team up to the fourth floor of the building, where Peter’s apartment was located.
The team, which consisted of the two detectives and 8 S.W.A.T. members, made their way through the front glass doors. The four people who were originally standing inside the building entrance hall were escorted out of the building, allowing for the team to head for the stairway. The team quietly climbed the staircase. Once they reached the fourth floor, Detective Olsen whispered for information from outside. “Anything out there?” he asked.
“Peter’s car has been located in the garage across the street,” replied an anonymous officer, who was heard by the unit in their earpieces. “The sniper team is unable to give us anything, the blinds are shut so they’ve got nothing. Proceed as if the suspect is in the apartment.”
Olsen gave a quick response to the officer, and nodded to Burcks to lead the way. The team stealthily worked their way through the hall, until they reached the door of apartment 410. All was quiet, until a loud thud was heard coming from the apartment, then silence. Burcks looked at the officer directly behind Olsen, and motioned toward the door. The officer gave a nod of understanding, and pulled the battering ram off of his back. The officer got into position, and looked back to Burcks. Silently, he counted. One… Two… Three. The ram did its job, causing the door to fly open. Two of the officers, armed with assault rifles, entered the room first, shouting orders to drop to the floor. When no reply came, Burcks, along with Olsen and another officer, entered as well. Inside, the apartment was a mess. Clothes littered the floor, as well as old takeout boxes, not to mention the crap which has been left behind from some cat or dog which was no doubt roaming the apartment.
Directly ahead from where Burcks stood was an open bathroom, with two closed doors on either side. “Whoever is in the apartment come out, we have both doors surrounded,” Announced one of the officers. There was no reply. A muffled sound came from the door to the right. Again, the officer with the ram was summoned and he once again crouched into position. One… Two… Three. The door sprung open, and two officers immediately rushed into the room, guns held high. Just as that door had been opened, the door to the left also flew open and was instantaneously followed by two earsplitting bangs. Aaron Peters had already taken shots at one officer, who was brought to the ground, and was swiveling towards Detective Burcks, when one of the officers inside the just-opened door fired his assault rifle at Peters, hitting him in the shoulder. The shot was enough to bring him down, allowing Detective Olsen the opportunity to tackle him, and place him in handcuffs.
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