Chapter Five

Three days after I had tried to find Hernandez Xavier at the motel while working undercover, I was able to find Hernandez again at a different hotel he was currently living in. When Hernandez was asleep in his bed in a different hotel room, not the motel I was at the other night, but a different hotel, I was sitting in a chair inside the hotel room warding Hernandez sleeping on his bed.

As I was sitting on the chair, I had my Glock 17 handgun in my hand and I was breathing heavily while watching Hernandez sleeping on his bed. Until I sighed and I saw Hernandez waking up from his sleep. I continued staring at him, furiously. Peter was nowhere with me. Until Hernandez opened his eyes and he looked at me. After Hernandez looked at me, he gasped as he leaned up from the bed.

"What?" says Hernandez.

"Who are you?" wondered Hernandez.

I scoffed as I softly smiled at him, before I stood up from the chair. Hernandez stood up from the bed against the headboard looking like he was afraid of me. I walked up to Hernandez with my handgun and I stopped walking up to him. I was furious with Hernandez. Hernandez was breathing heavily.

"How did you get in here? Who are you?" says Hernandez.

I sighed. I pointed my handgun at Hernandez's face. "Who do you think I am?" I asked.

"I don't know," says Hernandez.

I cocked my gun.

"Okay. Okay. What do you want?" says Hernandez. He was freaked out.

"If you tell me where Jose Alvarez is, I will make things easier for you," I said to Hernandez.

"What?" says Hernandez.

"WHERE is Jose Alvarez?" I said sort of shouting, continuing to point my gun at Hernandez.

"I don't know who you're talking about?" says Hernandez.

I sighed. "Yes you do," I answered.

"No! I don't!" shouted Hernandez.

"DO NOT lie to me," I said, sort of shouting before talking in a calm voice.

"I'm not, man! I don't know him!" shouted Hernandez.

"He's responsible for killing my girlfriend. You hear me? He killed my girlfriend," I said, beginning to get angry.

"That's none of my concern," says Hernandez.

I angrily pressed my gun a bit harder against Herrnandez's head. Where is he?" I said.

Hernandez continued to breathe heavily.

"WHERE IS HE?!" I shouted.

"I don't know. Last time I saw him, it was two days ago. I haven't seen him since," says Hernandez.

I sighed once more. I aimed my gun away from Hernandez. I turned around and I walked up to the chair before turning around again and looking at Hernandez.

"You will never find him," says Hernandez. I just stood where I was furiously looking at Hernandez. Hernandez just smirked and he laughed.

"You think it's funny?" I asked. Hernandez continued laughing. I angrily walked up to Hernandez and I pointed the gun at him once again.

"Keep on laughing about it," I said, in an angrily tone voice where I could hear my own breath making a shaky sound in my voice.

"Now I'm gonna ask you one more time, where.. is... Jose.. Alvarez?" I said.

"Like I said, you will never find him," answered Hernandez. I made a fist as I squeezed my hand together. I was that angry. I was shaking. I then backed up from Hernandez as I continued to point my gun at him. Until all the DEA agents rushingly ran into Hernandez's hotel room as they had their firearms pointed and wearing protective clothing.

"GET DOWN! ON YOUR KNEES!! NOW!!!" I shouted as I continued pointing my gun at Hernandez. Hernandez got down on his knees after getting out of his bed. He put his hands behind his head.

Until I took out my handcuffs and handcuffed Hernandez before he stood up from kneeling on his knees and two other DEA agents took Hernandez out of the hotel room and Peter saw me in the room as I looked around the room where I was searching for illegal drugs and I found some left over cocaine and some other narcotics hiding inside a drawer next to the bed Hernandez was sleeping in.

"Hm. More cocaine. Fentanyl. And of course, methamphetamine," I said to Peter.

"Well, at least we caught our first drug dealer. Now where the heck are the others?" says Peter.

I sighed as I looked at Peter, after looking down at the drawer. Peter (where he was standing) nods his head not knowing what else to say.

"So the last time Jose was at a hotel, selling drugs to customers and drug addicts. Where else do you think he had gone to?" I said.

"And who else is he selling these drugs to?" Peter said.

"He already killed my girlfriend and thirty other people, Alyssa was a drug addict, some of these drugs were sold by other drug addicts. And also, some of them weren't drug addicts," I said to Peter. Other law enforcement agencies and federal agencies were outside the hotel room. I walked past Peter and Peter followed me from behind as well as himself leaving the hotel room.