Blood Work Page #2

A copy of the murder book

and a video walk-through of the scene.

l was always good with crime scenes.

- No can do.

- Why not?

- No way, man.

- How often does the sister call you?

Every day, weekends, holidays...

Believe it or not, we got feelings.

lt hurts me to tell her there

are no leads or suspects.

l can get her off your case.

l tell her l looked into it, you're

doing a good job, she stops calling.

You were always good at a crime scene.

But the key word is "were."

Are you still?

You just give me a copy

of the tape, that's all.

Oh.

We got more than

just the crime-scene tape.

We've got the crime.

Bring the doughnuts. Come on.

That's Kyungwon Kang, the owner.

He's making his last sale.

She comes in to buy a candy bar.

Yeah, for her kid.

And here he is. Ba-da-bing! Pow, pow.

He picked up all the shells.

Hm.

Won't see this on

America's Favorite Videos.

- There's no sound on that camera?

- Right. He's just talking to himself.

- Could you run it in slow motion?

- Hold on. lt's not over.

This guy coming up we call

the Good Samaritan. Watch.

This guy goes up and down the aisles,

looking for bandages, l guess.

Couldn't find any, so he used paper

towels to wrap her head.

The camera never really

gets a good look at him.

After he's finished, he goes outside,

he dials 911...

...and splits.

The voice was Latino. We figure

he was illegal, afraid to stay.

Yeah. That's too bad.

He probably got a look

at the car or the shooter.

We put out fliers, went on all

the Spanish stations. Nothing.

- May l?

- Knock yourself out.

Pushing the pause button

ain't gonna help her.

Thirty-two dollars in the cash register.

Look at that. He winked.

What?

Yeah.

Huh.

Well, there you have it, Mr. FBl Guy.

Tell us something we don't know.

The shooter's been

in the store before.

He knew the placement

of the camera.

He's from the neighborhood,

or he just cased the place.

This isn't the first time either.

No emotion, no panic,

policed up his own brass.

This guy's done it before.

What?

How many others?

Let me look at the murder book.

We have to talk to our lieutenant.

We'll be in touch.

- When?

- Give me a number. We'll be in touch!

Jesus Christ.

You guys can keep the doughnuts.

We don't need your doughnuts

or your sh*t!

We got enough of our own!

Okay. Thanks.

Mrs. Kang?

- Yes? l know you?

No.

l heard what happened here.

Your husband and all. l'm sorry.

Yes, thank you.

The only way to keep evil out

is not unlock door.

We can't do that.

- We must have business.

- Yeah.

Thank you, ma'am.

You gonna pay me, or should

l drive you somewhere else?

Nearest public library.

Detective Winston said to wait here.

She'll be right with you.

Thanks.

Huh.

Well, well, well, Terry McCaleb.

- Hi.

- As l live and breathe.

Look at you.

l hear you got a new ticker.

That's right. l'm all right, though.

How are you doing, babe?

Me? You know, same old, same old.

So, what's up?

You on a private ticket now?

No. Just doing a favor for a friend.

What case is it?

James Cordell. ATM holdup.

Let's see.

January 22. Newspaper says he was

shot by a guy wearing a ski mask.

Who's this friend you're

doing the favor for?

Graciella Rivers. Her sister was

shot in a store two weeks after.

Also a man in a ski mask.

Am l right? Are they connected?

Yeah. Same guy.

Out of your orbit, though.

Scumbag with a gun.

Three-strikes sh*t, that's all.

What do you mean?

Guy has two felonies,

third puts him away for life.

So he kills any witnesses.

Robbery, murder, it's all the same

sentence for him either way.

l talked to the boys over at L.A.P.D.,

and they showed me a tape...

...but they wouldn't copy

me the murder book.

Hm.

- l'll bet they copied you, though.

- Hm.

Come on, darling,

you owe me just one little one.

l know that.

When you handed me

the Cemetery Man bust...

...you were my membership into

this boys club. l haven't forgotten.

Does that mean yes?

Terry McCaleb.

Lucky for us the bank

had two cameras on this.

The shooter's back there.

l'm betting the mask isn't on yet,

or Cordell would have run.

H&K 9 mm, same model used

in the Valley tape.

Hold that.

Back it up a little bit.

Back up there.

Look, he's saying something.

Like in the Valley tape.

He talked there too.

Yeah, he's a real chatterbox.

Did you get a lip reader in?

l'll get on it.

What about his cartridge?

Did he pick up his brass?

- Yeah, there he is.

- Uh-huh.

James Lockridge.

Pulled into the bank lot,

almost got sideswiped by a sedan.

Says it was a white guy,

but nothing else.

He called for the ambulance.

Cordell died going to the hospital.

You got any leads at all?

No, l'm following

the three-strike thing.

l think the man in the ski mask

is one of those.

What about the gun? H&K's

expensive for a holdup man.

That's weird he'd keep

it after the first killing.

l thought about that. l figure he

stole it, but that lead me nowhere.

l don't know. l think we'll need

fresh blood to solve this one.

Well, Jaye...

...why don't you get me

a copy of the book?

Both yours and L.A. Could you?

l'll ask the captain.

l don't see why not.

He was the lieutenant

on the Cemetery Man case.

Yeah, l kind of remember that.

Oh, well. l'm glad

someone got promoted.

- Right here.

- Thanks.

Mr. Lockridge, Terry McCaleb.

Thanks for seeing me.

Are you a policeman?

No, retired FBl. l'm investigating

a related case for a victim's family.

- Good. Because police are stupid.

- Why?

- Didn't they tell you?

- No.

Why would they? When l found

the guy, l call 911, right?

Yeah.

- Yeah.

They sent the ambulance

to the wrong place.

Took them 20 minutes.

He might have made it

if they hadn't screwed up.

- Those things happen.

- No.

They screwed up. A guy died.

End of story.

l'm busy. l agreed to see you

because you're already here, so...

...what do you want?

l thought you'd give your

statement to me firsthand.

For the love of God.

l needed cash.

As l pulled up, the guy

driving out almost hits me.

All l saw was a car.

There were no plates, no face, nothing.

l walk up to the ATM,

and there's this guy bleeding.

l figured he got it right before

l got there, so l called 911.

Ten minutes later, they come,

driving right f***ing past us. Past us.

Any other details?

lt could've been me.

Could've been him finding me...

...with the ambulance driving

right on f***ing by. Good stuff.

You done?

Yeah.

Hey, Buddy.

Here's to you. Semper fi,

auld lang syne, keep on trucking.

You look like a skunk.

- What are you doing tomorrow?

- Same as always. Big, fat goose egg.

l could use a driver.

Ten dollars an hour and meals.

- What's up? An investigation?

- l just need a driver, not a partner.

Okay. l'm in. Whose car?

lf we take yours, l'll buy gas,

or l'll sit in the back in mine...

- ...because of the air bags.

- Your chest, right?

Yeah.

Let's take mine. That way

l won't feel like a chauffeur.

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