Hawkins raised his weapon and fired in response until his gun was empty. He ejected the clip, slammed in another. Before he could resume firing, Dawkins moved out of the hotel and took up a position closer to him. When he began firing at Dawkins, Kirk moved closer. When he was set, he fired at Hawkins.
Surrounded, Hawkins began firing wildly in both directions until his gun was empty.
“Give it up, Hawkins. You got no chance!” Dawkins shouted.
Realizing that it was over, and knowing that he didn’t want to die, Hawkins stood up with his hands in the air.
“Place the weapon gently on the ground and take a step back,” Kirk said as the detectives advanced.
“And do it slowly,” Dawkins commanded.
Hawkins, very slowly and carefully, placed the gun on the ground and took a step back as the detectives approached. Dawkins kicked the gun away as Kirk pushed Hawkins against a car. He assumed the position and Kirk searched him as backup arrived on the scene.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law,” he said as Dawkins secured the weapon. “You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.” Kirk put on the cuffs and spun him around. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Twenty-seven
Hawkins was taken to, and then put in a squad car to be taken to the precinct for questioning. Once they arrived, Kirk had the uniformed officers book him and then take him to an interrogation room. After making him wait for over an hour, Kirk and Dawkins came in the room. She grabbed a chair and dragged it around the table next to Hawkins and sat down.
“I’m not gonna fuck around with you,” Kirk said and sat down at the table across from him. “You’re going down for a very long time.”
“Murder, the attempted murder of police officers in the line of duty, drug trafficking,” Dawkins shook her head and tapped three times on the table. “You’re probably looking at thirty years easy.”
“I know how this works. You tell me what you want to know and then you tell me what it’s worth for me to cooperate with you.”
“Smart man,” Dawkins said and patted him on the back.
“So what do you want?”
“Who put you up to going at The Family?”
“What’s it worth to you?”
“For one,” Dawkins began. “I won’t charge you with trying to kill me.”
“And I’ll tell the ADA that during the course of our investigation, you were very cooperative,” Kirk said.
He laughed. “I know how far that’ll get a nigga.”
Dawkins got in his ear. “If you’re information turns out to be something, I’ll tell the ADA that your cooperation was instrumental in closing the case.”
“We’re getting warmer.”
Kirk leaned across the table. “How about I don’t disconnect the camera and beat you senseless and say that you slipped?”
“We getting frosty now.”
“What do you want?” Dawkins asked.
“I want you to tell the ADA that I was very cooperative and that my cooperation was instrumental in closing the case. And I want to do all my time in administrative segregation or I ain’t got shit to say to you but lawyer.”
“I think that can be arranged. But you have to tell us everything. And understand this, if you lie to us about anything or conveniently leave something out, the deal is off and we charge you with everything I can think of,” Kirk said.
Hawkins nodded his head. “Deal.”
“Who put you up to going at The Family?”
“It was a guy named AD.”