times after we get him out of the car?'
That would be assault, ' Sally said. 'And it turns out it's illegal. '
I hit the speed dial for Morelli's number on my cell phone.
'Is this about the Japanese triplets?' Morelli wanted to know.
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Sally Sweet, and I'm following the devil guy. We're on State, heading south. I just passed Olden. He's in a new black Lincoln
Navigator. '
`I'll put it out. Don't approach him. '
'No problemo. ' I gave Morelli the license number and put my phone on the seat, next to my leg. I followed the SUV for three blocks and saw a blue-and-white come up behind me. I pulled to the side, the blue-and-white sped past and put his lights on.
Grandma and Sally were mouths open, eyes glued to the cop car in front of me.
Thai guy in the SUV isn't stopping, ' Grandma said.
The SUV ran a light and we all followed. I knew the cop in front of me. It was Eddie Gazarra, riding alone. He was a likeable blond-haired
Polish chunk. And he was married to my cousin Shirley-the-Whiner.
He was probably looking in his rear-view mirror, wishing
I'd go away.
The SUV suddenly made a right turn and then a quick left.
Eddie stuck to his bumper, and I struggled to stay with Eddie, using my whole body to help muscle the Buick around corners. I was sweating from the exertion. Probably some of the sweat was from fear. I was at the brink of losing control of the car. And I was worried about Gazarra, all by himself, in front of me.
My cell was still on, still connected to Morelli. 'We're chasing these guys, ' I yelled down at the phone, giving Morelli cross streets, telling him Gazarra was in front of me.
'We?' Morelli yelled back. 'There's no we. This is a police chase.
Go home. '
Sally had himself braced in the back seat, his rhinestone earrings reflecting in my rear-view mirror. 'He could be right, you know. Maybe we should split. ' 'Don't listen to him, ' Grandma said, her blue-veined, bony hands gripping the shoulder strap. 'Keep the pedal to the metal!
You could be a little careful on the turns, though. ' she added. 'I'm an old lady. My neck could snap like a twig if you whip around a corner too fast. '
Not much chance of taking a corner that fast in the Buick.
Motoring the Buick around was like steering a cruise ship.
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The rear side window slid down on the SUV, and there was a flash of rapid gunfire from inside the car. Grandma and Sally hit the floor, but I was too stunned to move. The blue-and-white's windshield crumbled, and I saw Eddie jerk to the side and slump.
'I think Eddie's shot!' I yelled at my phone.
Tuck, ' Sally said from the back seat. Snap.
The SUV took off, wheels spinning, and was out of sight within seconds. I shoved my door open and ran to check on Gazarra. He was hit twice. A bullet had grazed the side of his head. And he had a shoulder wound.
'Shit, ' I said to Gazarra. 'Don't die. '
Gazarra looked at me through narrowed eyes. 'Do I look like I'm going to die?'
'No. But I'm not an expert. '
'Gripes, what happened? It was like World War III broke out. '
'Seemed like the gentlemen in the SUV didn't want to chat with you. '
I was being glib, hoping it would keep me from bursting into tears. I'd stripped my T-shirt off and had it pressed to Gazarras shoulder wound. Thank goodness I was wearing a sports bra, because I'd feel conspicuous if I was wearing my lacy Victoria's
Secret Wonderbra when the cops got here. There was undoubtedly a first aid kit in the squad car, but I wasn't thinking that clearly. The
T-shirt seemed easier and faster. I was pressing hard enough that my hands weren't visibly shaking, but my heart was racing and my breathing was ragged. Grandma and Sally were standing huddled together in silence by the Buick.
'Is there anything we can do?' Grandma asked.
Talk to Joe. He's on the cell phone. Tell him Gazarra needs help. '
Sirens were screaming in the distance, and I could see the