#sorry for taking literally 50+ days sdsdfsdfj

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cordova nodded as he listened to the deputy. oxy and heroin - a garden variety case, he couldn’t help, but predict. “ah, so an experienced veteran,” he muttered. great. swinging his keys around his index finger, the man chewed on his bottom lip as his brain churned out options. they could make a run for it around houston - likely scaring off the man. coming from kentucky also meant there could be accomplices…or absolutely none. 

it wasn’t the drugs that ever scared the agent when it came to his job. it was the lack of facts. lack of facts meant anything could go sideways. 

“well, you said interstate…” he huffed, pressing off the suv. “what if we blocked off some, come up with some bullshit like construction? one lane set ups to slow traffic down, have security keep an eye out for his face.” not the best suggestion, but it was what he had at the moment. “got any photos of this compton?”

“we’d have the DOT block off san an, laredo, maybe even el paso in the event he decides to try a detour. he got any family, anybdy anywhere you know of?” interstates 410, 35 and 110 were likely their best bets.

tim feels the fucking weight of texas on him more every step he takes. it was why he enlisted, that feeling of being watched of being found wanting at every possible turn, well that and his father's fists that never seemed to miss when aimed at him. but that's not exactly texas's fault, though he's blamed it before. "yeah, yeah, home sweet home."

he follows the other man towards the lights and sirens and shows his marshal's badge to get his way in. only the higher ups had known he was here at first and he had long stopped dressing like a cop. "that's what i said." he breaths out once they're past the front lines of uniformed staties and patrol cars. he's at work, so he can keep his head straight, but he's never liked the overwhelming lights.

"looks like the guy you're chasing, this devon compton? he's a fugitive out of kentucky, works with some folks in lexington selling oxy and heroin to the smaller hollers outside the city." tim doesn't have the file on him, it's locked in the glove compartment of his suv which was out front of the motel he was parked at. "looks like he's grown up, gone and graduated to interstate drug trade.