Then Sergeant Micklyn, whose first name was Jan, officially closed the interview, picked up her tape recorder, snapped it off, and popped out my cassette. She labeled it, then set it in a stack with some others.
'Since that tape is off, maybe I can help you with one thing,' I said.
'What's that?' Dobbs said.
'You told me that ATF arrived quickly because they were coming from a training day and heard the cross talk on the L. A. Impact channel.'
'That's their story,' Dobbs agreed.
'Kinda hard to do when you don't have TAC-four on your scanner.' Dodds let one eyebrow climb his forehead. 'On the way in here I looked in their truck. Not on there,' I said.
Dodds glanced at Captain Matthews. Neither said anything or changed expressions, but a lot was going on between them. Then someone knocked on the I room door. Dodds opened it. A uniformed deputy was outside.
'Captain, I've got the ASAC from ATF outside. Name's Brady Cagel. He wants to talk to the incident commander. Guess that's still you,' the deputy said.
Matthews groaned. Dodds took off his sunglasses and carefully wiped them with a handkerchief, not looking at Matthews, who moved to the door and said, 'Where's SRT? They still in my office?'
'Still there,' the deputy said, and both of them left.
Dodds turned to me.
'I'm done with you for now, Scully. We'll get this typed up and you can sign it in a day or so.'
'Okay.' I got to my feet and walked back into the substation. You could feel the tension. Everybody's nerves were frayed and sparking. Dangerous energy was arcing around like loose bolts of electricity.
Brady Cagel was your standard-issue fed in a suit. He was in the waiting area alone. Medium height, with a tight build. His regular features, short hair, and square jaw made him look rugged, not handsome. But he was angry. His eyes, like lasers, were zapping around, peeling the paint off walls in the under-furnished lobby.
I wasn't about to miss this, so I ducked into the coffee room and started searching my pocket for quarters to feed into the vending machines. After a moment a lock buzzed and I heard Captain Matthews come through the electric door into the waiting room.
'Agent Cagel?' I heard him say. 'I'm Matthews, the CO.' There was a pause while I guess they shook hands.
Then Cagel said, 'I'm the ASAC for SRT. I understand you're keeping my people here.'
'I need your unit to all make statements. I can't close our shooting review without it. We need an account from everyone who discharged a weapon on the scene.'
'You'll get statements. We'll just do it over at our shop, is all. We're gonna use our review apparatus. I'll shoot everything over to you after it's done.'
'They'll have to make the statements in my presence,' Matthews said, his voice getting hard.
Then I heard feet shuffling and it got quiet out there, so I went to the coffee room door and took a peek. They had gone to the leather club chairs in the waiting area and were now seated, leaning toward each other. I couldn't quite hear what they were saying, so I crossed to the vending machines, bought some candy, then moved back to the door and looked out again. I could now hear them again, because their voices were raised in anger.
'We're not going to sit for your shooting panel, get used to it,' Cagel was saying.
'Your guys were firing Parabellums and hot gas without coordinating with me. It was my incident. You were operating out there without even being on the same radio frequency,' Matthews said. 'Your guys set the house on fire. I have a lot of questions. I wanta know how they got to our crime scene less than three minutes after the shooting started.'
'I talked to my team leader. He says they were coming back from a training exercise, heard it going down on the Impact channel.'
'Only their truck doesn't have the Impact frequency on its scanner,' Matthews said.
'You're mistaken,' Cagel replied. 'Now, where are my people? I have an IAD inquiry convening downtown. We're already keeping a lot of people waiting.'
Matthews was losing this one. He had no way to force SRT into his review if they didn't want to do it. They worked for a separate agency.
'There was a lot of armor-piercing ordnance stored in that house,' Matthews finally said. 'Grenades, at least fifty thousand rounds of three-oh-eights or two-twenty-threes.. We had some big explosions, which could have been dynamite, or even C-four. You sure ATF wasn't already teed up on that guy for some illegal firearms complaint, and that's how you got there so fast?'
Brady Cagel stood. 'Look, Captain, we're going to do a thorough investigation. I haven't interviewed my team leader yet, but we will pursue everything by the book. Once our IAD says the investigation is completed, we'll make sure you get a copy. Then you can add it to your review. Now where is my team? I'm not going to ask you again.'
'They're in my office,' Matthews said tightly.
I didn't need to see him to know he was seething. I heard the ASAC move past the coffee room and ask the desk sergeant to let him into the rear area.
I waited until I heard the electric lock buzz, then went into the bathroom and tried to get Emo's blood and guts off my jacket. I scrubbed with wet paper towels but wasn't having much luck. The sports coat looked like a complete loss, but I stripped it off, folded it over my arm, and carried it out with me anyway.
In the parking lot I found Sonny Lopez waiting by my car. He still had Emo's DNA on his uniform. We stood looking at each other for a long moment, not sure how to wrap this up.
'Thanks for helping me get him down off the porch,' I said. 'If he'd stayed up there, we woulda lost the body.'
'I was waiting out here to tell you I shoulda suggested it first. He was my carnal, my station mate. I kinda froze.'
'Not when it counted,' I said, and put a hand on his shoulder. I could feel his nerves and muscles twitch under my hand.
'This is really fucked, huh?' he finally said.
'Yep.'
'SRT just rolled out of here in their new LAV.' The feds called their SWAT van a light armored vehicle. 'I've never seen Captain Matthews so jacked up. He's usually pretty mellow.'
'That's 'cause SRT won't sit for your shooting review. They're doing a parallel investigation. His ass is on the line. He lost a deputy, the perp is barbeque, the house in ashes. There's gonna be beaucoup legal trouble over this,' I said.
'It's even worse than that, Shane. I just found out from the desk sergeant that ATF called us. They got the initial complaint, but since Smiley was impersonating a sheriff's deputy and lived in the county, ATF handed us the collar. The neighbors up there told me an hour ago that Smiley had been wandering around, showing his neighbors a sheriff's badge for months. He'd been telling 'em he works for our antiterrorist division. They said last week Smiley took some of the guys who live up there into his garage and showed them his armory. Boxes of ammo, grenade launchers. They said he even had plastic explosives up there, some C-four.'
'That's what blew the roof off the garage,' I said.
Sonny nodded. 'The neighbors called ATF and reported it because they didn't want some spook in their neighborhood with a garage full of explosives. Matthews thinks after they gave us the impersonating charge they were parked nearby, waiting to see what would happen about the guns. That's how they got there so fast.'
It didn't sound right to me, then Sonny's handsome face contorted.
'The feds didn't want to serve a warrant on a guy with an AK-forty-seven and a garage full of C-four so they sent Emo up there thinkin' he was arresting some ding on a class-B nothing, and he walks into a bullet. All the while ATF was waiting down the road to see whether he got the cuffs on or not.' Lopez was shaking with anger.
I knew part of it was just a post-shoot-out adrenaline burn, but I didn't like the dangerous look in Sonny's black eyes. His chest was rising and falling as he took deep breaths to calm himself down. His heartbeat pulsed a vein on his forehead.
'Listen Sonny, I think you need to go end-of-watch, hit a heavy bag or something, then get a beer and chill out.'
