15 Seconds. Andrew Gross

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СКАЧАТЬ seemed like a positive sign. If they were transporting a dangerous suspect to jail, they wouldn’t all be driving off. I even let out a hopeful breath. Maybe I would get out of this with only a ticket. A ticket I didn’t deserve maybe, but it damn well beat jail!

      Finally, Martinez came around and opened the rear door again. This time his tone was different. Softer. “I’m not going to apologize,” he said. “I told you several times to keep your mouth shut, didn’t I?”

      This time I wasn’t looking for any moral victories. “Yes, you did, Officer, and I guess I—”

      “And I haven’t violated any of your civil rights …” He stared at me. “Isn’t that correct …?”

      Sitting there, unfairly, in the backseat of a police car, my wrists aching from the cuffs, I took a chance and smiled back at him. “That part, I’m not sure the jury isn’t still out on …”

      He gave me a bit of a chuckle in return. “Turn around. I’ll get you out of there. Truth is, I suppose the streets are kind of confusing back there. Bay Shore West is only a couple of lights down the road. We do try to be friendly here …” He took off the cuffs and a wave of relief ran through me.

      “Your sidekick back there … I assume he’s just the friendly type too?”

      “Rowley?” Martinez snorted. “Me, I’m a teddy bear.” He slapped me amicably on the shoulder. “Him? Guess he’s just a little embarrassed by the misunderstanding. Let’s just say, better you don’t run into him again, if you know what I mean?”

      “No worries,” I said, wringing my hands free.

      He said, “I’m going to write you up a warning. For speeding up through a yellow light. No proof of insurance required. That sound okay?” Martinez winked, like the whole episode was just some kind of a shared joke between us. “Just take a seat back in your car.”

      A warning? If the guy had said up front that all he was doing was writing me up a warning, we could have avoided the whole mess …

      I got back in the front seat of the Caddie, glancing back once or twice through the rearview mirror, as Martinez, back in his car, wrote on his pad.

      And suddenly it all began to make sense to me—how they were all just standing around grinning, like it was some kind of joke … How, what if there never was any other person in a federal office building? Or someone who had been stopped earlier. With a woman in the car. How what if they were all just covering Martinez’s ass for totally overreacting. He’d probably told them that he had this rich, out-of-town doctor in cuffs, and they all stared back at him, like: Are you out of your mind? You’re arresting him for that, protesting a traffic violation …?

      My blood was simmering, and I could feel myself growing more and more angry at how the whole thing had gone down.

      That’s when I saw an old-model blue sedan, a Ford or a Mercury or something—I wasn’t the best at those kinds of things, and nor was I really paying attention—pull up next to Martinez’s patrol car.

      Yeah, that’s what I’m sure it was, I said to myself—a cover. To give him some justification for what he did, yanking me out of my car. There probably never was any other person or woman in any car. In fact—

      Suddenly I heard a loud pop coming from behind me. Like a whip snapping.

      Then another.

      I spun around and saw the blue sedan pull into a frenetic U-turn, screeching away from Martinez’s car.

      Everything was scarily still. Just this total absence of movement or sound. Including my own heartbeat.

      What just happened?

      I looked in my mirror as horror began to grip me. Martinez was slumped forward against the wheel.

      Oh shit, Henry … I leaped out of my car, this time no one barking at me to remain inside, and hurried back to Martinez.

      His police light was still flashing and the driver’s-side window was down. Martinez was pitched forward, his forehead against the wheel. The warning pad was still in his lap. There was a dark, dime-size hole on the side of his head, a trickle of blood oozing.

      I found a second wound, a blotch of matting blood, near the back of his skull.

      He wasn’t moving.

      “No, no, no,” I shouted. How could this be …?

      My heart surged into fifth gear. I ripped open the door and did a frantic check for a pulse or any sign of life. There was none. Martinez must have been dead when his head hit the wheel. I let him fall back. There was nothing I could do. Except take a step back from his car in disbelief.

      He’d been killed directly in front of me.

      My head whipped around and I realized that the blue sedan, which had made a sharp right onto Lakeview, was speeding away. In front of us there was this blind curve, other cars finally driving by, stopping at the light across from me. Some drivers appeared to glance over, watching me coming out of Martinez’s car. Maybe seeing the body slumped there. Probably not sure at all what had just happened.

      But they damn well would be soon.

      I had to do something. I’d just seen a cop being killed. And I’d seen who had done it! At least, I’d seen the car he was driving. I bolted back to my car and grabbed my cell, frantically punching in 911.

      Then I stopped.

      A tremor of hesitation wound through me. What was I going to say? That an unidentified blue car carrying the person who had done this was speeding away? Half the police force in Jacksonville had just seen me in the back of Martinez’s car. In cuffs. Almost carted off to jail. All those incriminating questions hurled at me …

      Not to mention, all these people driving by now. Seeing me come out of Martinez’s car.

      Away from his body.

      The body of the policeman who had tried to arrest me!

      My hesitation escalated into outright panic as I realized just what they were all going to realize.

      The whole fucking world was going to think it was me.

      CHAPTER THREE

      Okay, think, Henry … Think! I knew I hadn’t done anything. But I’d just seen a cop executed. And now the killer was speeding away. I was the only one who could identify him. And at the same time, exonerate me!

      What was I supposed to do, just sit here until the cops came back again and automatically assumed it was me?

      I didn’t think on it a second more. I thrust the ignition on and swung the Caddie into a U-ey, then pulled up to the light on Lakeview. All I remembered was that the killer’s car was blue. I hadn’t been able to determine the make. Or a plate number. I had noticed that the plate wasn’t from Florida, but more like an off-white ground with blue numbers … And as I hit Lakeview, pushing my way to the light, a couple of letters on the plate came back to me—AMD, or ADV … I tried to recall. Or was it ADJ? And I thought I’d seen a four somewhere …

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