in-”
Holman interrupted.
“So they weren’t killed in a shoot-out or anything like that?”
“If you’re asking whether or not they were in a gun battle we don’t know, but the reports I have don’t indicate that to be the case. They were gathered together in an informal setting. I don’t know how graphic I should be-”
“I don’t need graphic. I just want to know what happened.”
“The four officers were taking a break together-that’s what I meant by informal. They were out of their cars, their weapons were holstered, and none of them radioed that a crime was in progress or a situation was developing. We believe the weapon or weapons used were shotguns.”
“Jesus.”
“Understand, this happened only a few hours ago. The task force has just been formed, and detectives are working right now to figure out what happened. We’ll keep you informed on the developments, but right now we just don’t know. The investigation is developing.”
Holman shifted, and his chair made a tiny squeal.
“Do you know who did it? You have a suspect?”
“Not at this time.”
“So someone just shot him, like when he was looking the other way? In the back? I’m just trying to, I don’t know, picture it, I guess.”
“We don’t know any more, Mr. Holman. I know you have questions. Believe me, we have questions, too. We’re still trying to sort it out.”
Holman felt as if he didn’t know any more than when he arrived. The harder he tried to think, the more he saw the boy running alongside his car, calling him a loser.
“Did he suffer?”
Levy hesitated.
“I drove down to the crime scene this morning when I got the call. Richard was one of my guys. Not the other three, but Richard was one of us here at Devonshire so I had to go see. I don’t know, Mr. Holman-I want to tell you he didn’t. I want to think he didn’t even see it coming, but I don’t know.”
Holman watched Levy and appreciated the man’s honesty. He felt a coldness in his chest, but he had felt that coldness before.
“I should know about the burial. Is there anything I need to do?”
Clark said, “The department will take care of that with his widow. Right now, no date has been set. We don’t yet know when they’ll be released from the coroner.”
“All right, sure, I understand. Could I have her number? I’d like to talk to her.”
Clark shifted backwards, and Levy once more laced his fingers on the table.
“I can’t give you her number. If you give us your information, we’ll pass it on to her and tell her you’d like to speak with her. That way, if she wants to contact you, it’s her choice.”
“I just want to talk to her.”
“I can’t give you her number.”
Clark said, “It’s a privacy issue. Our first obligation is to the officer’s family.”
“I’m his father.”
“Not according to his personnel file.”
There it was. Holman wanted to say more, but he told himself to take it easy, just like when he was inside and another con tried to front him. You had to get along.
Holman looked at the floor.
“Okay. I understand.”
“If she wants to call, she will. You see how it is.”
“Sure.”
Holman couldn’t remember the number at the motel where he would be living. Levy walked him out to the reception area where Wally gave them the number, and Levy promised to call when they knew something more. Holman thanked him for his time. Getting along.
When Levy was heading back inside, Holman stopped him.
“Captain?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Was my son a good officer?”
Levy nodded.
“Yes, sir. Yes, he was. He was a fine young man.”
Holman watched Levy walk away.
Wally said, “What did they say?”
Holman turned away without answering and walked out to the car. He watched police officers entering and leaving the building as he waited for Wally to catch up. He looked up at the heavy blue sky and at the nearby mountains to the north. He tried to feel like a free man, but he felt like he was still up in Lompoc. Holman decided that was okay. He had spent much of his life in prison. He knew how to get along in prison just fine.
3
HOLMAN’S NEW HOME was a three-story building one block off Washington Boulevard in Culver City, sandwiched between the Smooth Running Transmission Repair Service and a convenience store protected by iron bars. The Pacific Gardens Motel Apartments had been one of six housing suggestions on a list Gail Manelli provided when it was time for Holman to find a place to live. It was clean, cheap, and located on a no-transfer bus route Holman could use to get to his job.
Wally pulled up outside the front entrance and turned off his car. They had stopped by the CCC so Holman could sign his papers and pick up his things. Holman was now officially on supervised release. He was free.
Wally said, “This isn’t any way to start, man, not your first day back with news like this. Listen to me-if you want a few more days at the house you can stay. We can talk this out. You can see one of the counselors.”
Holman opened the door but didn’t get out. He knew Wally was worried about him.
“I’ll get settled, then I’ll call Gail. I still want to get to the DMV today. I want to get a car as soon as I can.”
“It’s a blow, man, this news. Here you are back in the world, and already you have this to deal with. Don’t let it beat you, man. Don’t yield to the dark side.”
“No one’s going to yield.”
Wally searched Holman’s eyes for some kind of reassurance, so Holman tried to look reassuring. Wally didn’t seem to buy it.
“You’re going to have dark times, Max-black moments like you’re trapped in a box with the air running out. You’ll pass a hundred liquor stores and bars, and they’re going to prey on your mind. If you feel weak, you call me.”
“I’m okay, Wally. You don’t have to worry.”
“Just remember you have people pulling for you. Not everyone would’ve went down the way you went down, and that shows you got a strong natural character. You’re a good man, Max.”
“I gotta go, Wally. There’s a lot to do.”
Wally put out his hand.
“I’m a call away, twenty-four seven.”
“Thanks, bro.”
Holman took his bag of clothes from the back seat, climbed out of the car, and waved as Wally drove away. Holman had arranged for one of the eight studio apartments at the Pacific Gardens. Five of the six other tenants were civilians, and one, like Holman, was on supervised release. Holman wondered if the civilians got a break on rent for living with criminals. Holman figured they were probably Section Eight Housing recipients and lucky to have
