'Lieutenant Eastwood. You've got a call-up.'
'What's up, Loo?' My nerves instantly on edge.
'You'll be briefed when you get here. We've got an 'all hands' situation. Get to the training facility on Pine Street and get in harness. Roll call is in the gym in twenty minutes.'
'On my way, sir.'
I hung up and wondered, was this finally it? Had I just been called in to be kidnapped, killed, then dumped in the L. A. River?
Chapter 21
Most of the Haven Park poliee foree was already crowded into the elementary school locker room when I got there. Judging by the tight expressions, something major was going down. As I stripped off my street clothes, I heard two guys at the next locker discussing an upcoming gang fight at Haven Park High tonight-a perfect setting for me to take an accidental bullet in the back.
I needed to give Agent Love a quick heads-up, so I grabbed my brand-new cell, stuffed it into my Jockey shorts and hurried into the bathroom. I found a vacant stall, locked the door, sat on the toilet and sent her a text message using the number I'd memorized at the Manhattan Beach condo. I typed out:
911-SSCC-18L-MWHS-415-MA 415-M was LAPD code for a major disturbance. Just as I hit send I heard Alonzo Bell enter the bathroom.
'Scully, where the fuck are you?'
'In here,' I yelled through the stall door.
'Get your ass out here. Roll calls in five minutes.' 'Coming.'
I couldn't walk out carrying my damn cell with a 911 message to the F BI in its memory chip, so I looked for a place to ditch it. The high school was a fifties building and the toilets in the locker room had old-style surge tanks. I lifted the lid and dropped my new cell into the water, replacing the porcelain top. When I came out of the stall, Bell was standing there, frowning impatiently. 'Let's go,' he said. 'Move your bowels on your own time.'
I dressed quickly and followed my partner into the gymnasium. As soon as we got inside, Alonzo moved up to the podium and stood with the other shift sergeants and our command staff officers.
Dirty Harry Eastwood was strapped up in black Second Chance riot gear. Despite the Kevlar, I had a feeling if any trouble went down, he'd stay safely inside his tricked-out mobile command center. Standing next to him was Deputy Chief Talbot Jones.
I spotted Hector and Manny Avila in expensive sport coats to one side of the podium, looking worried. I had no idea what they were doing at our roll call.
The entire Haven Park patrol force assembled expectantly in the bleachers and the room quieted immediately as Harry Eastwood stepped to the podium.
'Deputy Chief Jones is going to take the first part of this briefing. Tal?' The lieutenant moved aside to allow Talbot Jones to come forward.
'Okay. You guys all know this has been coming for a while,' Jones began in his rich baritone. 'According to sources the Avilas have on the street, this rumble is going down tonight.' He paused and looked at Bell. 'Al, pull that blackboard out here.'
Alonzo went to the big double doors of the gymnasium and rolled in a large blackboard, placing it in the center of the basketball court. Taped to one side of the board were blown-up mug shots of eight Hispanic males in their twenties, all with names and numbers printed underneath. On the other side of the board were ten same-sized mugs of African-American Crip G-sters.
'Okay. For the past few weeks Manny and Hector Avila have been working under contract with the city of Haven Park as gang violence consultants,' Jones said, explaining their presence at our briefing. 'As most of you know, they have very good Eighteenth Street connections. A few hours ago, they picked up a rumor that a rumble is planned during halftime at tonights home football game between Haven Park and South Compton High. Ten or twelve armed Crips are heading our way right now. These shots on the left side of the board have been identified as the probable Crip shooters by our Inner-City Gang Intelligence Division.'
He tapped the blackboard with his knuckle. 'The shot-caller is this guy.' He pointed to a picture of a scowling black banger in his late twenties with close-cut hair. 'His name is Harris Karris, street handle K-Knife. The guy is bad news, with a long list of agg assaults and unfiled murder allegations, so if you see him, cut this asshole no slack.'
Ballpoints clicked as cops wrote down Harris Karris s name, street handle and identifying characteristics.
'The Locos know this is going down and have agreed to lay-back and work with us.' Jones tapped the side of the board with the pictures of eight Locos. 'We have a shared objective with in these guys, so lets make sure we're focusing on the right people tonight.'
I couldn't believe he was telling us to give the Locos a pass and only go after Crip shooters. But it got even worse as the briefing continued.
He motioned to Hector and Manny Avila. 'As you know, the Avilas have been very helpful trying to diffuse Eighteenth Street gang violence. Their participation in the youth center has helped to contain what was once a very dangerous citywide problem.' He turned toward the Avilas. 'I'm going to turn the briefing over to Manny Avila, so he can give you his take.'
'Thank you, Captain Jones,' Manny said as he stepped behind the podium.
'To begin with, let's get something straight. The Eighteenth Street gang is not a bunch of innocents. I'm not going to stand up here and tell you they're choirboys. But we need to remember they're from our neighborhood. These South Side Compton Crips are outsiders who come into our city and incite violence.
'Tonight can be a defining moment for Haven Park. Of the officers gathered here, my brother Hector and I have been privileged to know and work with most of you.'
He pointed to the side of the blackboard that displayed the eight scowling eses. 'We're making progress with this bunch. Veterano shot-callers like Ovieto Ortiz are finally seeing things our way.' He tapped 007's picture.
'Using our influence, we're convincing them to forgo violence and walk a new path.'
I had seen the LAPD crash reports on 18th Street arrests outside of Haven Park and the gang was growing and becoming more violent, not less. But I kept my mouth shut and my expression blank.
'What happens tonight can begin a new era,' Manny said.
'One without Crip violence. Eighteenth Street eses will be able to stop fighting over territory and focus on living more productive lives. But before that can happen, these mallates from Compton need to be taught a lesson.'
He looked at Harry Eastwood and said, 'The quality of life in Haven Park is in your hands.' He turned and stepped away from the podium. Not exactly the Gettysburg Address, but all the cops in the gym were nodding enthusiastically.
'Good stuff,' Eastwood said, as he again addressed the room. 'We all certainly owe Manny and Hector Avila for everything they've done in gang intervention down here.
'After roll call we're gonna deploy into smaller groups in classrooms for specific shift briefings, then we'll van over to the Haven Park High football field. After the players go onto the field we'll muster in the locker room under the stands and be ready when these South Side Crips show. We have spotters up in the press box and plain-clothes officers in the crowd. Keep your radios on tactical frequency two.'
Eastwood turned and motioned to Alonzo, who rolled another blackboard out in front of us. It had a big schematic map of the Haven Park High football field and parking lot. Several photo reconnaissance blowups were also taped there.
'Day watch will be covering the parking lot and the refreshment stands out front,' Eastwood continued.
He pointed to several recon pictures of the front of the high school stadium. There were metal bleachers on one side of the field that looked as if they could hold six or seven hundred people.
'Alonzo Bell is in charge of the day shift. Your radio call signs will be Thrasher One through Twelve.
'Mid-watch will cover the football field and bleachers. Sergeant Dobson is in charge. Mid-watch, you're
