LA Requiem

Two blocks from Sobek's address, Krantz slowed as we passed an AM-PM Minimart, and called us over the radio. 'We'll meet back at this minimart after we make the pass.'

Everybody rogered that.

'Dolan. You go in from this side, and we'll follow in a couple of minutes. Williams, swing up and come down from the north. We don't want to look like a parade.'

Dolan double-clicked her radio to roger, then glanced at me. 'First smart thing that airhead has said.'

'Watts probably suggested it.'

Dolan laughed.

Williams swung up a side street as Dolan and I continued on by ourselves.

Laurence Sobek, also known as Curtis Wood, lived in a converted garage apartment in a depressed residential area less than one mile from Parker Center. An undersized house like a little square box cut into a duplex sat near the street, with a driveway running along its side to a smaller box at the

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back of the property, which was Sobek's conversion. A stocky Hispanic woman and three small children were in the front yard of the house next door, playing with a garden hose. The neighborhood wasn't unlike where his mother lived: Rows of small stucco boxes and older apartment buildings, mostly inhabited by immigrants from Mexico or Central America. Sobek's box was run-down and sad.

I said, 'I make two doors, one facing the main duplex and another on the side. Looks like something's on the windows.'

'You see anyone in the main house?'

'Couldn't tell, but it looks quiet.'

'I didn't see a car.'

'Me neither. But it could be one of these on the street.'

We passed Williams and Bruly coming in opposite us, then took two right turns and went back to the AM-PM. The two Rampart radio cars were waiting when we got there. We pulled in beside them and left the engine and air conditioner running. Williams pulled in thirty seconds after us, and Krantz followed almost a minute after. We joined him at his car.

Krantz said, 'We got the telephonic warrant, so we're good to go with entering the property. Stan, how do you want to play it?'

Dolan nudged me. There was Krantz, giving it over to Watts again.

Watts said, 'Secure the duplex first. I want to get that woman and her children out of there. Put one of the radio cars on the house directly behind Sobek's conversion in case he makes a run out the back. The rest of us cover the doors and windows. If he doesn't answer the door, I don't want to break it down, 'cause then he'll know we were here. Maybe see if we can slip the lock, and if not maybe we can crack one of the windows.'

I said, 'How do you want to approach the house?'

Krantz frowned at me. 'Let us worry about that.'

Watts answered anyway. 'I'd say two groups, one down the drive and the other from the side yard to the north. Again, we

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want to keep a low profile. If he's not home, it's best if he doesn't know we were here.'

Rrantz gave the radio units their assignments, describing Sobek and giving them copies of the file shots the employment office had taken. He told them that if this guy came hauling ass through the yard they should consider him dangerous and act accordingly.

When the uniforms had gone back to their cars, Krantz turned back to the rest of us. 'Everybody got their vest?'

Dolan said, 'Cole doesn't.'

Krantz shrugged. 'Won't matter. He's going to wait here. So are you.'

'Excuse me?'

'This is as far as you go, Dolan. I was fine with letting you tag along, but this is it. This is a Task Force operation, and you're not part of the Task Force.'

Dolan charged up to Krantz so fast that he jumped back, and Williams lurched between them.

'Take it easy, Dolan!'

Dolan shouted, 'You can't do this, goddamnit! Cole and I found this guy!'

'I can do anything I want. It's my operation.'

I said, 'This is really chickenshit, Krantz. If you felt this way, you should've made the play in front of Bishop.'

Krantz jutted the jaw. 'I've inspected the scene and determined it's best for the operation if only Task Force members participate. We're going to look too much like an army back there as it is. If you and Dolan were there, we'd be crawling all over each other and the odds of someone getting hurt would increase.'

I smiled at Watts, but Watts was staring at the ground. 'Sure. It's a safety issue.'

Dolan's face grew as tight and hard as a ceramic mask, but her voice softened. 'Don't cut me out of this, Harvey. Bishop said I could go.'

'You did. You're here. But this is far enough. When the location is secure, you and your boyfriend can come in.'

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He jutted his jaw at me, and I wondered how it'd feel to kick it. The 'boyfriend' would like kicking it just fine.

I said, 'Why are you doing this, Krantz? Are you scared she's going to get the credit for doing your job?'

Watts said, 'You're not helping.'

I spread my hands and stepped back. 'You want me out of it, fine, I'm out of it. But Dolan earned a piece of this.'

Krantz considered me, then shook his head. 'That's big of you, Cole, volunteering like that, but I don't give a shit what you want or not. I still think your partner killed Dersh, and I still think you had something to do with breaking him out. Bishop might be willing to overlook that, but I'm not.' He glanced back to Dolan. 'Here's the way it is: I run this Task Force. If you want any chance, and I mean any, of getting back on Robbery- Homicide, you'll sit your fanny back in that car and do exactly as I say. Are we clear on that?'

Dolan's face went white. 'You want me to be a good little girl, Harvey?'

Krantz drew himself up and tugged at his vest. It made him look bulky and misshapen, like a deformed scarecrow. 'That's exactly what I want. If you're a good girl, I'll even make sure you get some of the credit.'

Dolan stared at him.

Krantz told the rest of them they'd be going in one car— his—and then the four of them got into it and drove away.

I said, 'Jesus, Dolan, what a prick. I'm sorry.'

She looked at me as if I was confused, and then she smiled.

'You can sit here if you want, World's Greatest, but I'm going in through the back.'

I didn't think it was a smart idea, but that didn't do any good. She climbed into the Beemer without waiting for me, and it was either stand there like Krantz's toad or go with her.

Krantz had gone up the front street, so we drove up the back, straight to where the second radio car was waiting.