Robert Crais - The Two Minute Rule

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The New York Times bestselling author of The Forgotten Man, L.A. Requiem, and The Last Detective returns with an intense, edge-of-your seat suspense novel. The story begins as bank robber Max Holman is leaving jail, having served his nine-year sentence. He's clean and sober, and the only thing on his mind is reconciliation with his estranged son, who is, ironically, a cop. Then the devastating news: his son and three other uniformed cops were gunned down in cold blood in the LA warehouse district the night before Holman's release. Max's one rule was no violence and throughout his career as a bank robber, he never crossed that line. But now, with the loss of his son and shut out from any information on the case since the police are not interested in keeping ex-cons informed, Max decides there is only one thing to do: avenge his son's death. But he soon finds himself in a web of deceit and corruption as it becomes apparent that the supposed killer could not have murdered his son.

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The woman said, “I’m talking to you, goddamnit. How dare you say such a thing, using that word with me!”

Holman nodded at the bartender.

“How much for the soda?”

“I said I’m talking to you.”

“Two.”

“You got a pay phone?”

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“Back by the bathrooms.”

Holman put two dollars on the bar, then followed the bartender’s finger back toward the pay phone as the woman called him an asshole. When Holman reached the phone he dug out his list for Levy’s number up at the Devonshire Station. He had to wait while Levy got off another call, then Levy came on.

Holman said, “I heard on the news.”

“Then you know what I know. Parker Center called less than an hour ago.”

“Do they have him yet?”

“Mr. Holman, they just issued the warrant. They’ll notify me as soon as an arrest is made.”

Holman was so jacked up that he shook as if he had been on meth for a week. He didn’t want to put off Levy, so he took a couple of deep breaths and forced himself to relax.

“All right, I understand that. Do they know why it happened?”

“The word I have so far is it was a personal vendetta between Juarez and Sergeant Fowler. Fowler arrested Juarez’s younger brother last year, and apparently the brother was killed in prison.”

“How was Richie involved with Juarez?”

“He wasn’t.”

Holman waited for more. He waited for Levy to tell him the reason that would stitch the four murders together but Levy was silent.

“Waitaminute-wait-this asshole killed all four of these people just to get Fowler?”

“Mr. Holman, listen, I know what you’re looking for here-you want this to make sense. I would like this to make sense, too, but sometimes they don’t. Richard had nothing to do with the Juarez arrest. So far as I know neither did Mellon or Ash. I can’t say that definitively, but that’s the impression I have from speaking with their captains. Maybe we’ll know more later and this will make sense.”

“They know who was with him?”

“It’s my understanding that he acted alone.”

Holman felt his voice shake again and fought hard to stop it.

“This doesn’t make sense. How did he know they were down under that bridge? Did he follow them? Was he laying in wait, one guy, and he shotguns four men just to get one of them? This doesn’t make sense.”

“I know it doesn’t. I’m sorry.”

“They’re sure it was Juarez?”

“They are positive. They matched fingerprints found on shell casings at the scene with Mr. Juarez. My understanding is they also have witnesses who heard Juarez make numerous threats and placed him at the scene earlier that night. They attempted to arrest Juarez at his home earlier today, but he had already fled. Listen, I have other calls-”

“Are they close to an arrest?”

“I don’t know. Now I really do-”

“One more thing, Captain, please. On the news, they said he was a gangbanger.”

“That’s my understanding, yes.”

“You know his gang affiliation?”

“I don’t-no, sir. I really do have to go now.”

Holman thanked him, then went back to the bartender for change of a dollar. The woman with the loud mouth gave him a nasty glance, but this time she didn’t say anything. Holman took his change back to the phone and called Gail Manelli.

“Hey, it’s Holman. You got a second?”

“Of course, Max. I was just about to call you.”

Holman figured she wanted to tell him that the police had named a suspect, but he plowed on.

“Remember you said if I needed a few days you’d square it with Gilbert?”

“Do you need some time off?”

“Yes. There’s a lot to deal with, Gail. More than I thought.”

“Have you spoken with the police today?”

“I just got off the phone with Captain Levy. Can you square a few days with Gilbert? That guy has been good to me with the job-”

“I’ll call him right now, Max-I’m sure he’ll understand. Now listen, would you like to see a counselor?”

“I’m doing fine, Gail. I don’t need a counselor.”

“This isn’t a time to lose sight of everything you’ve learned, Max. Use the coping tools you have. Don’t try to be an iron man and think you have to weather this alone.”

Holman wanted to ask her if she would like to share the guilt and shame he felt. He was tired of everyone treating him as if they were scared shitless he would explode, but he reminded himself Gail was doing her job.

“I just need the time, is all. If I change my mind about the counselor I’ll let you know.”

“I just want you to understand I’m here.”

“I know. Listen-I have to go. Thanks for squaring up the job for me. Tell Tony I’ll call him in a few days.”

“I will, Max. You take care of yourself. I know you’re hurting, but the most important thing you can do right now is take care of yourself. Your son would want that.”

“Thanks, Gail. I’ll see you.”

Holman put down the phone. Gail had her ideas about what was important, but Holman had his. The criminal world was a world he knew. And knew how to use.

8

CRIMINALS DID not have friends. They had associates, suppliers, fences, whores, sugar daddies, enablers, dealers, collaborators, coconspirators, victims, and bosses, any of whom they might rat out and none of whom could be trusted. Most everyone Holman met on the yard during his ten years at Lompoc had not been arrested and convicted because Dick Tracy or Sherlock Holmes made their case; they had been fingered by someone they knew and trusted. Police work only went so far; Holman wanted to find someone who would rat out Warren Juarez.

That afternoon, Gary “L’Chee” Moreno said, “You gotta be the dumbest gringo ever shit between two feet.”

“Tell me you love me, bro.”

“Here’s what I’m tellin’ you, Holman: Why didn’t you run? I been waiting ten years to ask that, dumbfuckinAnglo.”

“Didn’t have to wait ten years, Chee. You coulda come seen me in Lompoc.”

“That’s why they caught you, thinkin’ like that, dumbfuckinHolman! Me, I would’a jetted outta that bank straight to Zacatecas like a chili pepper was up my ass. C’mere. Give a brother some love.”

Chee came around the counter there at his body shop in East L.A. He wrapped Holman in a tight hug, it being ten years since they had seen each other-since the day Chee had waited outside the bank for Holman as the police and FBI arrived; whereupon-by mutual agreement-Chee had driven away.

Holman first met Chee when they were serving stints at the California Youth Authority, both fourteen years old; Holman for a string of shoplifting and burglary arrests, Chee on his second auto theft conviction. Chee, small but fearless, was being pounded by three bloods on the main yard when Holman, large for his size even then with the thick neck and shoulders, whaled in and beat the bloods down. Chee couldn’t do enough for him after that, and neither could Chee’s family. Chee was a fifth-generation White Fence homeboy, nephew to the infamous Chihuahua Brothers from Pacoima, two miniature Guatemalans who macheted their way to the top of the L.A. stolen car market in the seventies. In the day, Holman had fed Porsches and ’vettes to Chee when he was sober enough to steal them, which wasn’t so very often toward the end, and Chee had even driven on a few of the bank jobs; done it, Holman knew, only for the in-your-face outlaw rush of living crazy with his good buddy Holman.

Now, Chee stepped back, and Holman saw that his eyes were serious. Holman really did mean something to him; meant something deep for all those past times.

“Goddamn, it’s good to see you, bro. Goddamn. You crazy or what? It’s a violation for you even to be standing here.”

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