15 Seconds. Andrew Gross

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СКАЧАТЬ in cuffs, in the back of Martinez’s car. Having argued with the very policeman who was now dead! And taken off from the scene!

      “You have to find the car,” I said to the operator. “It’s heading west on I-10. It’s a blue sedan. Out-of-state plates. I think the first letters were AMD … Some kind of image on it, a dragon or winged bird. I’m heading back to the scene. Someone has to have spotted it.”

      I hung up and began retracing my route along Lakeview, nervously going over what I was about to face. Up ahead, it appeared as if traffic was being diverted off the main road. By now they’d probably found Martinez’s car. They all knew who I was anyway and what car I was driving. I’d have some explaining to do. How I didn’t kill Martinez. Why I’d run from the scene.

      I decided to give myself up to the first policeman I saw.

      About a mile from the scene, police cars had blocked Lakeview and were pushing traffic onto a side street. I knew I’d need a lawyer. A good one. A criminal attorney. As I inched closer to the cops, to my impending capture, I started going over in my head who I could call. I inched to about eight car lengths away, and spotted two navy-clad patrolmen waving cars away.

      My eyes stretched wide.

      One of them was that asshole. Rowley. Baldy. The one who just winked at me maliciously and said, “Just never let me catch you again!”

      He’d wanted to rip me a new one over nothing more than a traffic violation. Now one of his own had been murdered.

      He was the last person on earth I wanted to hand myself over to!

      I thought about pulling out of my lane and finding someone else. But there wasn’t anyone. Not here. The line of cars kept creeping forward. I had no choice but to inch closer, or draw attention to myself. The kind of attention I didn’t need right now.

      Suddenly Rowley looked up and scanned down the line of cars, and to my dismay, his eyes seemed to lock like a magnet on the sight of my white Caddie.

      Then they fixed directly on me.

      Every cell in my body froze. I put up my hands where he could see them. I didn’t know what else to do.

      Then I watched as the sonovabitch shouted something to his partner and reached for his gun.

      To my horror, he started running up the line of cars toward me.

      I started yelling, “No, it wasn’t me! It wasn’t me!” And he was shouting something back, “Out of the car! Out of the car!”

      Oh, shit!

      And then he aimed!

      My heart almost clawed its way up my throat as I vividly recalled what he had warned me of if our paths ever crossed again. A warning bell inside me rang: Henry, you have to get the hell away from this guy! Now!

      I jerked on the wheel and forced the Caddie out of my lane.

      I turned around and saw Rowley’s weapon aimed directly at me! He’s going to shoot, Henry! My heart clawed its way up my throat. No way I could simply make myself a sitting duck for him.

      I hit the gas.

      Suddenly the front windshield exploded, glass raining all over me. He was shooting!

      Oh my God!

      “No, no,” I yelled back in horror. “It wasn’t me!”

      I whipped my head back and saw Rowley again, this time in a shooter’s position, two hands on his weapon, steadying, eyes trained directly at me.

      He’s going to kill me! I screamed to myself.

      I floored the accelerator, the Caddie screeching into the oncoming lane, as another shot crashed through the side window, shattering it, narrowly missing my head.

      “How the hell is this happening?” I screamed in the car. “It’s not me!”

      I spun a U-ey, jolting up onto the pavement and hitting a street sign, ducking my head as low as I could, and sped off in the opposite direction on Lakeview as two more shots slammed into my chassis, clanging off the rear.

      I didn’t know if I was making the biggest mistake of my life, but I was sure that if I didn’t get out of there, I’d be dead.

      I cut a sharp right onto the first cross street I encountered, and then an even quicker left onto a residential lane. I floored it again and for the first time checked behind me.

      No one was there.

      CHAPTER FOUR

      At the Jacksonville Sheriff’s Office, on Adams Street downtown, it was Carrie Holmes’s first day back on the job.

      She knew it wasn’t going to be an easy one. It had been four months, the four toughest months of her life, since that day. The day her world had fallen apart. But she knew she had to get back into the world. Back to the person she was before … Before “the day my heart died too,” as she always referred to it.

      Take a deep breath, she told herself, stepping off the elevator onto the detectives’ floor.

      Life starts over—now.

      Carrie worked for the JSO. Community Outreach Director, her business card read. A glorified way of saying she took care of matters in which the department’s duty interacted with the public, building goodwill in the parts of town where the department didn’t have much. Softening the outrage after an incident in which excessive force was used, or worse, an officer-involved shooting. Overseeing police-sponsored community events. A new chief had been appointed since she’d been gone. Erman Hall. More of a numbers guy who was given a mandate on issues like the tough immigration law and budget control. She’d heard that everyone was trying to curry favor with him.

      Truth was, Carrie was kind of surprised she hadn’t already received her “pink slip” in the mail. Let’s just say “Community Outreach” wasn’t exactly a priority in a time when cops were being pulled off the street and station houses closed. She’d always expected she’d become a detective herself—her dad had been a chief in New Hampshire for twenty-four years and her older brother, Jack, was a supervisor with the FBI in Atlanta. With a master’s in criminology from the University of Florida, she’d always thought that becoming a detective was the path she would take, but with Rick on duty overseas, and then starting up his law practice, and then Raef, she took the job that opened—in Administration—and it just kind of stuck. The brains of the family, her dad always said, and the looks!

      Not that any of that really mattered now. Brains, looks, but nothing had prepared her for what had hit her. Nothing could.

      To lose your husband and your son … Well, almost your son …

      And on the very same day.

      Now it was time to start over.

      Carrie hugged a few people hello as she made her way back to her office. This was harder than she’d thought. Everyone was tiptoeing around on eggshells, not wanting to say the wrong thing: “How are you doing?” “So great to have you back!” And, of course, “How’s Raef?”

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