Survival Of The Fittest

60

We got into Rick's Porsche.

Milo said, “You all right?”

“I'm fine.” I was coated with icy sweat and fought not to shake.

He made a too-fast U-turn and raced down the hill.

“Oh, man,” he said. “What a-”

“Forget it.”

“Sure, forget it. Biggest fuckup of my life- forget it is exactly what I won't do- how the hell could I have been so goddamn stupid-!”

“What happened?”

“I got ambushed is what happened. Sudden meeting with a deputy chief. Sharavi was pulled off, too, by his own people. Til I found out, I thought he set it up- did you see an older black guy in there?”

“Captain Brooker?” I said. “The one who got hold of Raymond's file and shoes?”

“Sharavi managed to call him from the john in the consulate… The guy ended up being righteous.”

“Think Sharavi's bosses will punish him?”

He reached Apollo, turned sharply, sped. “Bosses don't like being bucked… I'm taking you to my place, Brooker's gonna meet us there and we'll all get cleaned up.”

“How'd you get free?”

“Faked a heart attack, scared the hell out of the department lackey they sent to drive me. He zoomed to Cedars, ran for help, I split, got to the E.R. the back way, found Rick, borrowed the Porsche.”

He was still breathing hard and his color was bad.

“Laurence Olivier,” I said.

“Yeah, maybe I'll switch jobs, become a waiter.”

“Meantime, calm down. We don't want a real heart-”

“Don't worry, I won't drop dead on you, too pissed off to die- Jesus, Alex, this was the worst thing that's ever- the department pulled me off but I screwed up by not anticipating it. Big-time. Should have known Carmeli would be listening in to every word. Knew from the start the guy was no social director- what'd he call himself- an arranger. He arranges all right.”

He cursed.

“You predicted it,” I said. “The Israelis would take care of business themselves.”

“So I'm a goddamn prophet. But a stupid one. I kept seeing Sharavi as the hit man, got thrown off. Truth is, he was just like me, fucking bait… The whole thing went to shit- I am leaving the fucking job. Switch to something quiet- I'll use my goddamn master's, teach English somewhere- elementary school, not in L.A., where ten-year-olds shoot you, some backwater, kids who still say aw, shucks and-”

“What exactly happened?” I said.

“What happened? Shit happened is what happened. Brooker and I were up there playing I Spy when they grabbed us. Two guys and that little Russian girl and they managed to get us cuffed before we knew what hit us. Finally, we convinced them we weren't the enemy and they freed us, demanded we leave, it was their operation. Brooker and I refused because we didn't trust them to protect you, said we'd spoil whatever plans they had if they didn't share the wealth. Bluffing, because I knew that if the debate stretched out I'd have to split. Because I wanted to make sure someone was watching you- didn't want you in there without surveillance.”

He blinked hard- wet eyes? Rubbing them hard, he coughed.

“They agreed to let us in on it but they had to call the shots. She did- Irina, Svetlana, whatever. She agreed to let us be part of the rear attack if we didn't “cause problems.' The arrangement was Brooker and me and one of them- the black-haired guy- in back of the house and her and the other guy- the fucking landlord- at the front door. The guy with us had a mike, parabolic, like Sharavi's, but it wasn't working well and by the time he got it going, Baker was ready to… I'm sorry, Alex, when I heard you say potassium chloride I nearly- I told the guy we're going in right now, bucko, he tells me he needs a signal from her, I say fuck you, and he uses his beeper to signal her and she says she's already at the front door, just hold on one second, but I'm already up, running for the glass door anyway and the black-haired one is holding on to me, I'm fighting with him, come this close to shooting him. Finally Svetlana and Landlord pull the front-door thing, do Tenney, we can hear them shooting him and we do the rear attack on Baker- I'm sure all of us perforated him- what a mess, Alex.”

He gripped the wheel and turned to me.

“Not that they're unhappy. What went down is exactly what they planned. There were never gonna be any arrests.”