Chapter Thirteen
David
It was fun watching the blood drain from Officer Jenson's face when Sal and Jerry came storming around the side of the house. I kept my gun aimed on him even though his hands were tied behind his back. Considering what he and his buddies had done, I wasn't taking any chances.
"Brodsky, keep an eye out. Wu, report," Sal snapped as he stopped next to me and crossed his arms. I could see the muscles on his arms flexing.
Oh, yeah, he was pissed.
I pointed to the shattered sliding glass door and quickly relayed what had happened, including the part about the guy calling us cop killers. Sam was frowning by the time he turned to look at me. "Cop killers?"
"He seemed to think I'd killed those on the ground. When I informed him that I'd used rubber bullets, he still seemed to think I was going away for attempted murder of a cop."
Sal's jaw clenched as he turned to look at Officer Jenson. "And how much time do you think you'll do for the attempted murder of the police commissioner, the district attorney, my entire SWAT team, and my family, not to mention the damage to my house?"
"Kidnapping is against the law," the officer said quickly. "If you're holding the police commissioner hostage—"
My eyebrows snapped together as I did a slow pan to Jerry. "Does he not know who you are?"
Jerry rolled his eyes as he dug his badge out of his pocket and flipped it open so the officer could see it. "Jerome Harris, Police Commissioner. And you are?"
The man's eyes rounded as he snapped straight. "Officer Thomas Jenson, sir."
"Very good, Officer Jenson. Now, do you want to answer Lieutenant Delvecchio's question?"
"Question, sir?"
"How much time do you think you'll get for the attempted murder of me, the district attorney, the most elite SWAT team in this city, and my nephew's family, not to mention the damage to his house?"
"Sir, this isn't...the task force..." Jenson's eyes grew a little wild. "I was following orders, sir."
"Whose orders?" Jerry asked. "And what task force?"
"Sir—"
"You're fucking useless," Jerry said before pulling out his phone. "This is Commissioner Harris. I want to know what moron ordered an attack on the estate at 1345 West Madras Street, and I want to know now!"
"Sir," Officer Jenson said, "Detective Burnett is in charge."
That name I knew.
"Sal—"
"I heard him," Sal said quietly. "We need to defuse this situation before we deal with the detective. There are still armed men roaming the grounds. I want them all caught before someone really gets hurt."
"I don't give a fuck!" Jerry shouted. His face started to turn red with his anger. "I don't care how you do it, but I want every officer who went on that raid recalled and in the briefing room at my office now. And someone better have some answers about who planned this clusterfuck when I get there or heads are going to roll, starting with yours!"
Jerry slid his finger across his phone and then turned to look at Sal. "I need you to gather as many of these idiots together as you can. Cuff them if you have to, but I want them in that briefing room."
"Where are you going?" Sal asked when Jerry turned and started walking away.
"I need Lyn to take pictures of the damage. I also need to get statements from everyone. I want everyIdotted and everyTcrossed because someone screwed the pooch tonight and I'm going to have him neutered."
"We might need paramedics for some of these guys," I called out.
Jerry's lip curled back. "Patch them up as best as you can while I talk to Lyn."
"I'm not sure I've ever seen Jerry so pissed," I said. Of course, I said it after he walked away. I didn't want to be in his crosshairs.
