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Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes passed. Logan hit the wheel.
“He’s not going to show,” Gage said. “He probably got spooked.”
“I don’t give a damn what happened. Let’s go over to West Adams. He sometimes goes over there when he feels anxious. It’s close to home.”
He put the van into gear and drove back to the Santa Monica Freeway. Once there, Logan navigated to Jefferson Street.
“Son of a bitch. There he is,” he growled. He pulled over and got out. Ophelia didn’t wait for an invitation. As they walked toward Benny, Logan asked, “You carrying?”
“Yes,” Ophelia said.”
“Good.”
Benny was a tall, skinny guy with a mop of mousey brown hair and average pinched features. He was talking to a couple of upscale kids. Most likely a drug buy.
As soon as he was finished with them, he turned and spied Logan. Ophelia’s only thought was she knew that look. He was going to rabbit.
“Don’t make me run in this heat,” Logan warned.
“He’s going to run,” she said. The minute the words came out of her mouth, he took off.
“Son of a bitch!” Logan sprinted like a greyhound, eating up the ground. Ophelia followed, keeping just steps behind him. Benny crossed over to an alley and ran down another street. Logan darted off and she suspected he knew where he was going and had a plan to cut Benny off. They pounded concrete, turned down two alleys, and came to a vacant lot. Benny was coming right for them. As soon as he reached the wall where they were concealed, Logan stepped out and grabbed Benny by the shirt.
Benny fought, but Logan slammed him against the wall, the man wasn’t even winded, sweat slipping from his temples and his dark hair.
“What the hell, Benny? We had a deal.”
“I’m sorry, Bullet, but man, this is a bad dude.” Benny held up his hands when Logan let him go. “I can’t rat him out.”
“I told you what is at stake. You will tell me who he is, and you’ll get your money.”
He closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing. When he opened his eyes, he looked at Ophelia. “Who’s this. Your girl?”
“She’s an interested bystander.”
“She’s pretty.”
“Come on, Benny, focus. People are going to die if you don’t tell me.”
He looked at Logan again, swallowing hard once more. “Don’t mention I was the one who told you,” Benny whispered, looking around. “Promise, Logan.”
“Spill it. Now. I’m losing my patience.”
There was the sound of a rumbling engine and Benny went white. His eyes darted to the street, then he shoved Logan hard into her and took off. They fell to the concrete, Ophelia rapping her elbow against the hard ground, sending a tingling funny bone sensation up her forearm into her wrist and fingers. Logan swore, scrambled to help her up, and they went after Benny.
When they hit the street, a gunshot echoed loudly as Logan’s black van pulled up. A man stood over Benny’s crumpled and still body, but when Ophelia shouted, “Freeze! LAPD!” The guy turned and raised his gun. As Logan shoved her behind the wall, a bullet chipped the concrete. Her hand shaking, she pulled her gun and looked out, but the guy had started running. The van door opened, and Donner shot out of the vehicle into a full out run.
Ophelia pulled out her cellphone and speed dialed. “Dispatch, this is 33 David, shots fired at Boden and Clyde. Request ambo and backup, Code 3. Be advised. Plain clothes law enforcement on scene.”
Trembling inside, she shouted again, “Police! Freeze!” The suspect turned and fired at her, and she squeezed off a shot but missed him. Mortified, she watched as Donner caught him on the arm, the animal’s momentum spinning him. Benny’s attacker screamed as Donner’s teeth sunk in. Sirens blared in the distance.
A patrol car screeched to a halt and Gage was already out of the van, racing to Donner and the downed man. He stepped on the guy’s wrist, releasing his dog as the two uniformed officers moved in and took the man into custody.
Logan was already at Benny’s body. Ophelia rushed over as Dean, Jessica, and Gage came over to them.
“Benny,” Logan said, his face contorting in regret. “Man, talk to me.”
“I’m sorry, Bullet.” A car revved, and the squeal of wheels against the pavement echoed between the buildings, the faint scent of burned rubber wafting on the hot breeze. Benny’s eyes widened and fear contorted his face. “He’s a bad, bad dude. Be careful…” Ophelia rose and walked to the corner and caught a glimpse of a dark car slipping around the corner.
