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CHAPTER 16

Friday, 11:19 P. M.

TALLEY

Martin buzzed around him like an angry wasp. She had ridden up in the ambulance with an ER doctor named Klaus from Canyon Country Emergency.

'Wear a vest. Just strap it over your chest, he'll be able to see you're not armed.'

'The deal was that we would be stripped. I don't want to spook him.'

Klaus was a young, thin man in black-framed glasses. He introduced himself as he shook Talley's hand.

'I was told that we have a head trauma and possible gunshot wounds.'

'Let's hope not, Doctor.'

Klaus smiled awkwardly, embarrassed.

'I guess they sent me because I did two years at Martin Luther King down in South Central. You see everything down there.'

One of the paramedics, an overweight man named Bigelow, volunteered to go with Talley. Here was Bigelow, walking over from the ambulance in the dim light behind the front line, wearing only striped boxers with his clunky paramedic shoes and black socks up to his knees. Bigelow's partner, a woman named Colby, brought the stretcher.

Talley said, 'You ready?'

'Yes, sir. Good to go.'

Martin seemed irritated.

'You know it's stupid to agree to something like this. You were SWAT. You know you never expose yourself without protection. We could end up with two bodies out there.'

'I know.'

Talley didn't mention the day-care center. He folded his Colt into his sweatshirt, left it on Maddox's backseat with his clothes, then joined Bigelow. He wanted this thing to happen before Rooney changed his mind.

Talley called the house on his cell phone. Rooney answered on the first ring.

'Okay, Dennis. Put him outside. We're stripped, so you can see we're unarmed. We'll wait in the drive. We won't approach the house until after you've closed the door.'

Rooney hung up without answering.

Martin said, 'I don't like this. Tactical people should recover this man.'

Talley ignored her, and glanced at Bigelow.

'Here we go. I'll walk in front of you going up to the door. Once we have him on the stretcher, I'll take the rear position coming out. Okay?'

'You don't have to do that.'

'It'll be fine.'

Talley and Bigelow went around the car and stepped in front of the lights. It was like passing into a world of glare. Stick-figure shadows moved into the mouth of the drive, then stopped, waiting. Talley could tell that Bigelow was frightened; he was probably worried because of what Martin had said.

'It's going to be all right.'

'Oh, sure. I know.'

'We'd look pretty silly if they put our picture in the paper.'

Bigelow smiled nervously.

Talley watched the house. First, the shutters opened like a narrowed eye. That would be Rooney, looking them over for weapons. Smith's front door opened, a crack at first, then wider. Talley sensed the difference in the line of officers behind him; their shuffling stopped, no one cleared their throat or coughed. The sound from one of the helicopters changed in pitch and a light swept to the door, offering nothing against the glare of the floodlights. It wasn't Dennis Rooney. Kevin and Mars Krupchek waddled out with Smith between them, put him on the front entry about six feet from the door, then returned to the house.

'Okay, let's do it.'

Talley went directly to Walter Smith. Here was this middle-aged man wearing a Polo shirt, stonewashed jeans, and sneakers, and men were willing to murder Jane and Amanda for something in his house. The contusion on the side of his head was visible even from the mouth of the drive.

Bigelow said, 'Let me set down by his head.'

Talley stepped away, letting the paramedic open the stretcher and lock out the frame. Talley kept his eyes averted from the shutters and did not try to look into the house. He watched Smith. He wanted to see some sign that Smith was waking, but the depth of Smith's sleep scared him. Smith trembled from the center of his body, and Talley grew frightened that the man might be in a coma.

'How's he look?'

Bigelow peeled back an eyelid, flashed a penlight in Smith's eye, and grunted.

'Pretty bad concussion for sure.'

Bigelow fingered Smith's neck, probing for a cervical injury, and seemed satisfied by what he found.

'Okay. We're good. We don't need a brace. I'll support his head and shoulders. You lift beneath his hips and knees. He's going to be heavier than you think, so be ready. On three. Three.'

They slid Smith onto the stretcher. Bigelow started fastening a strap across Smith's chest, but Talley stopped him.

'Don't bother with it. Let's get him out of here while we can.'

They moved straight down the sidewalk to the street and into the lights, where they were immediately surrounded by Hicks's tactical team. Klaus ran up alongside the stretcher, snapping at Bigelow.

'Why isn't this man's neck braced?'

'I didn't see any sign of cervical injury.'

'Goddamnit, he should've been braced anyway.'

Colby took over from Talley to help Bigelow. Ellison brought over Talley's clothes, and Talley pulled on his pants while they loaded Smith into the ambulance. Talley followed Klaus inside.

'I have to talk to him.'

'Hang on.'

If Klaus was shy and awkward before, now he was focused and intense. He peeled back Smith's eyelid and flashed a penlight in his eye just as Bigelow had done. Then he did the same with the other eye.

'We've got unequal pupilation. At best it's a severe concussion, but it could mean brain damage. We'll have to do plates and a CT scan at the hospital to know for sure.'

'Wake him. I need to talk to him.'

Klaus kept working. He checked Smith's pulse.

'I'm not going to wake this man.'

'I just need him for a few minutes. That's why I got him.'

Klaus pressed his stethoscope to Smith's neck.

'He's going to the hospital. He could have an intracranial hematoma or a fracture, or both. You get a pressure buildup in the brain, it can be bad.'

Talley leaned past Klaus. He took Smith by the face and shook him.

'Smith! Wake up!'

Klaus grabbed Talley's hand, trying to pull it away.

'What the fuck are you doing? Get away from him!'

Talley shook Smith harder.

'Wake up, goddamnit!'

Smith's eyes fluttered, one open more than the other. He didn't seem to be looking at Talley, so Talley leaned closer. The eyes seemed to focus.

Talley said, 'Who are you?'

Klaus pushed at him now.

'Let go of him. I'll have you brought up on charges, you sonofabitch.'

Smith's eyes lost their focus and closed. Talley took Klaus by the arm, trying to make him see.

'Use smelling salts, give him a shot, whatever. I just need a minute.'

Colby cranked the engine, and Talley slapped at the wall, shouting.

'Don't move this van!'

Klaus and Bigelow both stared at him. Klaus slowly looked at Talley's hand gripping his arm.

'I'm not going to wake him. I don't even know that I can. Now let go of me.'

'We're talking about lives here. Innocent lives. I just need to ask him a few questions.'

'Let go of me.'

Talley stared into the hard, angry eyes. Tension knotted his face and neck. He held tight to Klaus's arm and thought about the Colt folded in his sweatshirt.

'Just one question. Please.'

The hard little eyes showed no mercy.

'He can't answer you.'

Talley stared at Smith's still form. So close. So close.

Klaus looked down at his arm again, Talley still squeezing tight.

'Let go of me, goddamnit. We're taking this man to the hospital.'

Martin was watching him from the door, Ellison and Metzger behind her. Talley released the doctor's arm.

'When is he going to wake up?'

'I don't know if he'll ever wake up. You get bleeding between the skull and brain, the pressure can build to such a degree that brain death can result. I don't know. Now stay in or get out, but just let us go.'

Talley looked at Smith again, feeling helpless. He climbed out of the ambulance and pulled Metzger aside.

'Who's still here? Which of our guys is still here?'

'Jorgy. I think Campbell is still-'

'Then Jorgenson stays here. I want you waiting in this guy's lap. I want to know the second, and I mean the second, that he wakes up.'

Metzger turned away, keying her shoulder mike for Jorgenson.

Talley walked back to Maddox's car for the rest of his gear. His chest heaved. He felt angry and closed. He had put everyone at risk, and Smith was beyond him. Smith couldn't talk. He stared at the house, wanting to do something, but there was nothing to do.

Talley felt himself hating Dennis Rooney, and wanted to kill him.

He turned away and saw Martin watching him. He didn't care.

DENNIS

None of it looked real: Talley and the other guy in their underwear, carrying Smith away; Smith being loaded into the ambulance; the search-lights from the helicopters crisscrossing each other over the ground like light sabers. The pools of light were so bright that all the color was washed from the picture; the cops were gray shadows, the ambulance pink, the street blue. Dennis watched the ambulance work its way from the cul-de-sac, thinking only then that the ambulance could have been his ride out, that he could have made it a part of the deal, grab the suitcase with the money, tape his hand to a gun and the gun to Smith, then take over the ambulance and make them drive him south to the border. Why did all the best ideas come when it was too late?

Mars stepped up beside him with the same look he had for the Mexicans at work: I can see inside you; I know what you're thinking; you have no secrets from me.