do.”
“I think so too Abby.”
Maya
started up the ramp to the gate and waved to me as I trudged up the hill to
catch the bus. She’d offered to give me a lift, but I was still a bit pensive
about getting out of her car in front of the patrol officers that were in the
middle of their shift change. No use poking the bull. In time, we would get
there.
The meeting with the DA went very well and
Friday was the day for arresting Gino. It was not an easy decision to make. It
would be a very public arrest, and in the busiest part of the city. There were
many chances for issues to unfold, but we had no other choice.
“Abby, are you sure we can trust this Tate
person? His rep isn’t the best in the world,” said the DA.
“I looked him straight in the eye as he was
telling his story and I believe him. How about you Tom?” I said, turning to my
partner.
“I’m with you Abby. I think he was on the
up and up.”
“Okay, you two, the arrest warrant is being
typed up now, and I’ll page you with the time and place tomorrow, before nine.
Gino Canutillo’s office was downtown in a high rise bank
building, trying to make him look like a regular businessman, and not the hoodlum
he really is. The rest of Thursday would be spent tracking him, and projecting
his schedule for Friday so he could be intercepted and arrested. We had to make
sure where he was before we struck. If we were wrong he could escape, and be
gone for good.
Tom and I
left the DA’s office at ten fifteen and headed back to our office. The day went
quickly as Tom and I put the finishing touches on our case books for Sharon
Keller. I was dotting the last “i” when my phone rang. I glanced up at the
clock, it was one twenty.
“Detective,
this is Chuck at the state prison. One of my snitches just overheard one of our
guards calling what sounded like Gino Canutillo. He told him that Tate had made
a statement and the police would be after him. I’m sorry detective, but I
thought I’d better warn you.”
“Thanks
Chuck. It looks like our day just got more excitement than we’d planned.”
I hung up and called the DA. He was needless to say
pissed at the half way mark of my call, and if beheading could be brought into
the state, the guard would be the first to feel its blade.
“I’ll call
the chief and get the swat teams moving. Our current schedule shows Gino has
meetings in his office all afternoon. You head over that way just in case he’s
already moving.”
“Okay, I’ll
radio for two patrol cars to back us up,” I said.
I
hung up and called dispatch to have two black and whites sent to Columbia and
Fifth Avenue. Tom and I scrambled downstairs and got our car. Tom drove while I
contacted the black and whites that were already onsite circling the block.
“1050, this is 4150. We’ve got a limo
backed into the loading dock area. We’ve got it blocked, and unit 4162 is
checking.”
“Tom, go down Fourth Avenue, and let’s
check the front,” I said hoping we’d get lucky.
Tom
flipped on the lights, and blipped the siren to get us through a red light. We
shot down fourth with three blocks to go. Tom pulled up to the corner as we
watched Gino running with a large satchel in hand, and his two body guards
scanning the street. As the body guards were closing their doors, Tom shot away
from the curb, and pulled in front of the limo. A cloud of blue smoke poured
out of the rear tires as the limo backed around the corner, narrowly missing
three pedestrians, and headed down Columbia toward the sound. Tom wheeled back
and left his own cloud of blue tire smoke as we followed the limo. I radioed
dispatch that we were in pursuit, and to notify all units that the downtown
area would be the area of pursuit.
The limo careened around the corner of
Third Avenue and headed north. It was mid afternoon, and delivery trucks
“I think so too Abby.”
Maya
started up the ramp to the gate and waved to me as I trudged up the hill to
catch the bus. She’d offered to give me a lift, but I was still a bit pensive
about getting out of her car in front of the patrol officers that were in the
middle of their shift change. No use poking the bull. In time, we would get
there.
The meeting with the DA went very well and
Friday was the day for arresting Gino. It was not an easy decision to make. It
would be a very public arrest, and in the busiest part of the city. There were
many chances for issues to unfold, but we had no other choice.
“Abby, are you sure we can trust this Tate
person? His rep isn’t the best in the world,” said the DA.
“I looked him straight in the eye as he was
telling his story and I believe him. How about you Tom?” I said, turning to my
partner.
“I’m with you Abby. I think he was on the
up and up.”
“Okay, you two, the arrest warrant is being
typed up now, and I’ll page you with the time and place tomorrow, before nine.
Gino Canutillo’s office was downtown in a high rise bank
building, trying to make him look like a regular businessman, and not the hoodlum
he really is. The rest of Thursday would be spent tracking him, and projecting
his schedule for Friday so he could be intercepted and arrested. We had to make
sure where he was before we struck. If we were wrong he could escape, and be
gone for good.
Tom and I
left the DA’s office at ten fifteen and headed back to our office. The day went
quickly as Tom and I put the finishing touches on our case books for Sharon
Keller. I was dotting the last “i” when my phone rang. I glanced up at the
clock, it was one twenty.
“Detective,
this is Chuck at the state prison. One of my snitches just overheard one of our
guards calling what sounded like Gino Canutillo. He told him that Tate had made
a statement and the police would be after him. I’m sorry detective, but I
thought I’d better warn you.”
“Thanks
Chuck. It looks like our day just got more excitement than we’d planned.”
I hung up and called the DA. He was needless to say
pissed at the half way mark of my call, and if beheading could be brought into
the state, the guard would be the first to feel its blade.
“I’ll call
the chief and get the swat teams moving. Our current schedule shows Gino has
meetings in his office all afternoon. You head over that way just in case he’s
already moving.”
“Okay, I’ll
radio for two patrol cars to back us up,” I said.
I
hung up and called dispatch to have two black and whites sent to Columbia and
Fifth Avenue. Tom and I scrambled downstairs and got our car. Tom drove while I
contacted the black and whites that were already onsite circling the block.
“1050, this is 4150. We’ve got a limo
backed into the loading dock area. We’ve got it blocked, and unit 4162 is
checking.”
“Tom, go down Fourth Avenue, and let’s
check the front,” I said hoping we’d get lucky.
Tom
flipped on the lights, and blipped the siren to get us through a red light. We
shot down fourth with three blocks to go. Tom pulled up to the corner as we
watched Gino running with a large satchel in hand, and his two body guards
scanning the street. As the body guards were closing their doors, Tom shot away
from the curb, and pulled in front of the limo. A cloud of blue smoke poured
out of the rear tires as the limo backed around the corner, narrowly missing
three pedestrians, and headed down Columbia toward the sound. Tom wheeled back
and left his own cloud of blue tire smoke as we followed the limo. I radioed
dispatch that we were in pursuit, and to notify all units that the downtown
area would be the area of pursuit.
The limo careened around the corner of
Third Avenue and headed north. It was mid afternoon, and delivery trucks
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