〃I think you do； Lieutenant。〃
I could hear a faint hiss on the line。 The call was ing from a car phone。 They could be anywhere。
They could be right outside。
Damn！
I said； 〃Who is this？〃
But I heard only a dial tone。
Elaine said； 〃What is it； Lieutenant？〃
I was running to the window。 I saw three cars double…parked in the street below。 Five men getting out of them； dark silhouettes in the night。
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I tried to stay calm。 〃Elaine；〃 I said。 〃I want you to take Michelle； and both of you go into my bedroom。 Get under the bed。 I want you to stay under there and be very quiet； no matter what happens。 Do you understand？〃
〃No； Daddy！〃
〃Do it now； Elaine。〃
〃No； Daddy！ I want to watch Sleeping Beauty。〃
〃You can watch it later。〃 I had taken out my gun and was checking the clip。 Elaine's eyes were wide。
She took Michelle。 〃e on； honey。〃
Michelle squirmed in her arms； protesting。 〃No； Daddy！〃
〃Michelle。〃
She went silent； shocked at my tone。 Elaine carried her into the bedroom。 I loaded another clip； and put it in my jacket pocket。
I turned off the lights in the bedroom； and in Michelle's room。 I looked at her crib； and the covers with little elephants sewn into it。 I turned off the lights in the kitchen。
I went back into the living room。 The TV was still playing。 The wicked witch was instructing her raven to find Sleeping Beauty。 〃You are my last hope； my pet； do not fail me；〃 she said to the bird。 The bird flew away。
I stayed low。 I moved toward the door。 The phone rang again。 I crawled back to answer it。
〃Hello。〃
〃Kōhai。〃 It was Connor's voice。 I heard the static hiss of the car phone。
I said； 〃Where are you？〃
〃You have the tape？〃
〃Yes； I have the tape。 Where are you？〃
〃At the airport。〃
〃Well； get here。 Right away。 And call for backup！ Jesus！〃
I heard a sound on the landing； outside my door。 A soft sound； like footsteps。
I hung up the phone。 I was sweating。
Christ。
If Connor was at the airport； he was twenty minutes away from me。 Maybe more。
Maybe more。
I was going to have to handle this on my own。
I watched the door； listening intently。 But I didn't hear anything else on the landing outside。
From the bedroom； I heard my daughter say； 〃I want Sleeping Beauty。 I want Daddy；〃 I heard Elaine whispering to her。 Michelle whimpered。
Then it was quiet。
The phone rang again。
〃Lieutenant；〃 the heavily accented voice said； 〃there is no need for backups。〃
Christ； they were listening to the car phone。
〃We want no harm； Lieutenant。 We want only one thing。 Will you be so kind； to bring the tape out to us？〃
〃I have the tape；〃 I said。
〃We know。〃
I said； 〃You can have it。〃
〃Good。 It will be better。〃
I knew I was on my own。 I was thinking fast。 My sole idea was： Get them away from here。 Get them away from my daughter。
〃But not here；〃 I said。
There was a knock at the front door。 Quick； insistent rapping。
Damn！
I could feel events closing in around me。 Things were happening too fast。 I was crouched down on the floor； with the phone pulled down from the table above。 Trying to stay below the windows。
The knock came again。
I said into the phone； 〃You can have the tape。 But first call off your boys。〃
〃Say again； please？〃
Christ； a fucking language problem！
〃Call your men away。 Get them out in the street。 I want to see。〃
〃Lieutenant； we must have tape！〃
〃I know that；〃 I said。 〃I'll give it to you。〃 While I talked； I kept my eyes on the door。 I saw the knob turning。 Someone was trying to open the front door。 Slowly； quietly。 Then the knob was released。 Something white slid under the door。
A business card。
〃Lieutenant； please cooperate。〃
I crawled forward and picked up the card。 It said： Jonathan Connor； Captain； Los Angeles Police Department。
Then I heard a whisper from the other side。
〃Kōhai。〃
I knew it was a trick。 Connor said he was at the airport； so it had to be a trick…
〃Perhaps I can be of assistance； kōhai。〃
Those were the words he had used before； at the start of the case。 I was confused to hear them。
〃Open the fucking door； kōhai。〃
It was Connor。 I reached up and opened the door。 He slipped into the room； bent over。 He was dragging something blue： a Kevlar vest。 I said； 〃I thought you were… 〃
He shook his head； and whispered； 〃Knew they must be here。 Had to be。 I've been waiting in the car in the alley behind the house。 How many are there in front？〃
〃I think； five。 Maybe more。〃
He nodded。
The accented voice on the phone said； 〃Lieutenant？ You are there？ Lieutenant？〃
I held the receiver away from my ear so Connor could listen while I talked。 〃I'm here；〃 I said。
On the TV； there was a loud witch's cackle。
〃Lieutenant； I hear something with you。〃
〃It's just Sleeping Beauty；〃 I said。
〃What？ Sreeping Booty？〃 the voice said； puzzled。 〃What is this？〃
〃Television；〃 I said。 〃It's the television。〃
Now I heard whispers at the other end of the line。 The rush of a car going by on the street。 It reminded me that the men were in an exposed position outside。 Standing there on a residential street lined with apartment buildings on both sides。 Lots of windows。 People that might look out at any time。 Or people walking by。 The men would have to move quickly。
Perhaps they already were。
Connor was tugging at my jacket。 Signaling me to undress。 I slid out of my coat as I spoke into the phone。
〃All right；〃 I said。 〃What do you want me to do？〃
〃You bring tape to us。〃
I looked at Connor。 He nodded。 Yes。
〃All right；〃 I said。 〃But first get your people back。〃
〃I am sorry？〃
Connor made a fist。 His face turned to a snarl。 He wanted me to be angry。 He covered the phone and whispered in my ear。 A Japanese phrase。
〃Pay attention！〃 I said。 〃Yoku kike！〃
At the other end； there was a grunt。 Surprise。
〃Wakatta。 The men e away。 And now； you e； Lieutenant。〃
〃Okay；〃 I said。 〃I'm ing。〃
I hung up the phone。
Connor whispered； 〃Thirty seconds；〃 and disappeared out the front door。 I was still buttoning up my shirt around the vest。 Kevlar is bulky and hot。 Immediately I started to sweat。
I waited thirty seconds； staring at the face of my watch。 Watching the hand go around。 And then I went outside。
Someone had turned the lights out in the hallway。 I tripped over a body。 I got to my feet； and looked at a slender Asian face。 It was just a kid； surprisingly young。 A teenager。 He was unconscious； breathing shallowly。
I moved slowly down the stairs。
There wasn't anybody on the second…floor landing。 I kept going down。 I heard canned laughter from a television； behind one of the doors on the second floor。 A voice said； 〃So tell us； where did you go on this first date？〃
I continued down to the ground floor。 The front door of the apartment building was glass。 I looked out and saw only parked cars； and a hedge。 A short section of lawn in front of the building。 The men and the cars were somewhere off to the left。
I waited。 I took a breath。 My heart was pounding。 I didn't want to go out there； but all I could think was to get them away from my daughter。 To move the action away from my…
I stepped out into the night。
The air was cold on my sweating face and neck。
I took two steps forward。
Now I could see the men。 They stood about ten meters away； beside their cars。 I counted four men。 One of them waved to me； beckoning me over。 I hesitated。
Where were the others？
I couldn't see anybody except the men by the cars。 They waved again； beckoning me。 I started toward them when suddenly a heavy thumping blow from behind knocked me flat onto my face on the wet grass。
It was a moment before I realized what had happened。
I had been shot in the back。
And then the gunfire erupted all around me。 Automatic weapons。 The street was lit up like lightning from the gunfire。 The sound echoed off the apartment buildings on both sides of the street。 Glass was shattering。 I heard people shouting all around me。 More gunfire。 I heard the sound of ignitions； cars roaring down the street past me。 Almost immediately there was the sound of police sirens and tires squealing； and the glare of searchlights。 I stayed where I was； face down on the grass。 I felt like I was there for about an hour。 Then I realized that the shouts now were all in English。
Finally someone came and crouched over me and said； 〃Don't move； Lieutenant。 Let me look first。〃 I recognized Connor's voice。 His hand touched my back； probing。 Then he said； 〃Can you turn over； Lieutenant？〃
I turned over。
Standing in the harsh light of the searchlights； Connor looked down at me。 〃They didn't penetrate；〃 he said。 〃But you're going to have a hell of a sore back tomorrow。〃
He helped me to my feet。
I looked back to see the man who had shot me。 But there was nobody there： just a few shell casings； glinting dull yellow in the green grass； by the front door。
THIRD DAY
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The headline read VIETNAMESE GANG VIOLENCE ERUPTS ON WESTSIDE。 The story reported that Peter Smith； an L。A。P。D。 Special Services officer； was the target of a vicious grudge attack by an Orange County gang known as the Bitch Killers。 Lieutenant Smith had been shot