Notify L-Nine that I'm in the building.'
'Roger that. L-Nine, your call is now code two. L-Thirteen is inside the location.'
A cacophony of radio calls followed. I grabbed Rocky and Carmen by the arm and led them to the fire door.
As we entered the stairwell, I glanced down to make sure Horace Velario was still cuffed to the railing. We hurried up to the roof.
My rover lit up again. Alonzo Bell calling the dispatcher.
'This is Sergeant Bell. I'm just pulling up to the Wilcox location now. All responding units and L-Thirteen, I've got my gun out and am in plainclothes wearing a green short-sleeved shirt and tan pants.'
'Roger that. All units. All frequencies. The shift sergeant is on the location in plainclothes, green over tan.'
Then I heard Roulon Green roger the call and announce his arrival. In another minute we were going to have enough cops out front to put on a police fundraiser.
I threw open the roof door and ran across the top of the building, with Rocky and Carmen a few steps behind. I didn't want to be a moonlit silhouette, so I stayed toward the center of the roof and kept low. Only once did I veer to the edge, crouching down to survey the activity in the street below. I could see four squad cars at the curb and one more boiling in a block away about thirty seconds out. The front of the apartment building was now lit by a strobing cherry orchard of red and blue Mars lights.
I spotted the white Escalade with the driver's-sidc door open. No sign of Alonzo. T hat meant he was in the lobby and would probably find Horace any minute. I wanted to stay up here just long enough to get the majority of the cops into the building. I had to time it just right.
I checked my watch and let fifty seconds tick off the dial. Then I nodded at Rocky and Carmen. We ran to the far end of the building, where the rooftop fire-escape ladder was located. Rocky went down first. I helped Carmen over the edge and then followed. As I clambered down, I heard Alonzos voice come over my rover.
'All units, all frequencies, be advised — we have an attempted murder of a police officer by our own patrolman, Officer Shane Scully. He and two armed Hispanics, male and female, are in the building. Set up a perimeter. I'm authorizing deadly force.' Then Alonzo was talking directly to me. 'Scully, you won't make this. I he only way you can save your ass is for you and the two beaners to give yourselves up.'
I didn't respond, just kept descending the fire ladder, finally dropping to the ground on the north side of the building.
When I hit the pavement, I could hear at least five or six police radios blaring calls from two overlapping frequencies. The lights from the patrol units wigwagged furiously, strobing the neighborhood. Three fresh units arrived.
We took off running, trying to keep close to the buildings so we wouldn't be spotted. It didn't work.
'Over there!' someone veiled.
Carmen's red Mustang convertible was parked at the curb half a block from the front entrance. I glanced back and saw a wall of blue uniforms running toward us, all with guns drawn.
'Freeze! Police,' somebody shouted.
'I'm driving,' I said to Carmen, grabbing the keys from her hand. I triggered the door remote and slid in behind the wheel. Rocky and Carmen jumped in the back.
I jammed the key into the ignition and started the engine just as the first shots rang out. A bullet slammed into the trunk. The next one careened off the pavement under the car, hitting the asphalt, bouncing like a skipped stone before whining away into the night.
I floored the Mustang and left half a pound of rubber at the curb.
'Mama mia!' Rocky exclaimed.
We roared down Vista and made a hard right.
I heard a flurry of pursuit calls over my shoulder rover. 'All units, One-L-Seven reports the fugitive vehicle is now westbound,' one said. 'The suspect vehicle is red 2007 Mustang convertible.'
'Requesting air support. We need a chopper!' another voice chimed in.
Then Alonzo's unmistakable growl: 'All units. The shoot-on-sight authorization is still in place. Don't let these scumbags out of Fleetwood!'
'Keep going straight!' Rocky yelled. 'This street takes us into Monterey Park!'
I was doing almost eighty by the time we passed Pacific Boulevard. I got lucky and caught the green. At Lincoln, I had to break a red light. I almost hit a produce truck and swung the wheel frantically, fishtailing wildly, barely missing the rear end before flooring it again and continuing on.
'Only six more blocks to go!' Rocky yelled. 'We're almost there!'
We didn't even come close to making it.
Chapter 46
'Scully! Give yourselves up,' Alonzo screamed over the shoulder rover. 'Don't die for these shit-stains!'
I didn't answer, and lowered the volume instead.
'You've committed an attempted murder on a police officer,' Bell continued. 'I've got a full police response. Air One on the way and a shoot-on-sight order. I'll cancel it now if you pull over, throw down your guns and give up!'
'Maybe we should stop,' Carmen veiled over the screaming engine. 'What are they going to do, shoot us all?'
'That's exactly what they'll do,' I answered. 'He'll say we initiated a gunfight and then just execute all three of us. They'll haw ten cops to swear witness.'
'He's right,' Rocky shouted. 'In this town, they do what they want.'
I had my foot to the floor and within a block the little red Mustang was again going almost ninety. The engine was wound tight. screaming. We flashed past Pacific going south heading out of Fleetwood a block from Monterey Park.
Just then I saw two Haven Park black-and-whites make smoking turns into the intersection ahead, braking to a tire-shredding stop, blocking both lanes.
'You can't get through!' Rocky veiled.
I slammed on the foot brake, pulled the hand brake to lock the tires, and threw the Mustang into a heart- stopping 180-dcgrec bootlegger s skid. All four tortured tires screamed as I completed the maneuver, burning rubber, bouncing onto the curb but finally getting the vehicle turned around, speeding through my own tire smoke, heading north back into Fleetwood.
'Go right! Try to make it into Vernon,' Rocky yelled.
I hung a quick right. Sirens blared all around us, closing in from every direction.
Then I heard a cop screaming at the dispatcher through my shoulder mike. 'This is One-L-Nine! I have the suspects vehicle in sight. He's southbound on Otis Avenue heading into Vernon.'
'Scully, you'll never make it,' Alonzo's voice came over my shoulder rover. 'The air unit will be over you in a minute. Be smart, man. Don't die over this. We can still work something out.'
I triggered my shoulder mike with my right hand as I drove.
'This is One-L-Nine,' I screamed, trying to mimic the frantic sound of the pursuing cop. 'The fugitive vehicle just turned onto Huntington Park Drive passing Bristol heading west.'
As I put out the phony call I heard Alonzo's voice immediately step on it. 'Cancel that! He's still westbound on Otis.'
'One-L-Six has the suspect vehicle in sight,' Roulon Green said.
I glanced in the rearview and saw a second set of pursuing headlights about two blocks back.
We didn't make it into Vernon either. Just as we were about four blocks from the city boundary, two Haven Park squad cars turned onto the street ahead, blocking our way.
I pulled another smoking one-eighty and reversed course, passing between the two trailing black-and-whites, splitting them, knocking off side mirrors, going almost eighty. I caught a glimpse of Roulon Greens startled
