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"Think of the devil and he appears," she muttered. |
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Lou slid a glance her way. "He was inside looking for you when I came out. That's the main reason I figured you'd want to go with us." |
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D.J. smiled at him. "Thanks, Lou. You're a pal." |
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"Just so you know, we picked up a guy from Chicago, gang type, selling crack at one of the middle schools. He's in holding now. I'll question him later and let you know what I find out." |
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D.J. raised her eyebrows. Maybe they'd found another break in the gang activity case she and Lou were working on together in their off time. "Yeah, let me know. I'm sure the gun I faced last night came through the guy we're looking for. The thing was registered in California. How did it get here, for crying out loud?" She kept her gaze on the rear-view mirror outside the passenger window as she spoke, watching the man who'd exited the police station and gotten into the double-parked red Mercedes. When he drove away she let out her breath in a whoosh of relief. He hadn't seen her. |
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"Your guess is as good as mine, sweet pea," Lou answered her rhetorical question as he often did. "But I plan to find out where all this gang paraphernalia is coming from." |
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D.J. nodded, still staring at the rear-view mirror, her mind on personal, not departmental, problems. She must really be slipping. If she'd been paying any attention, she would have seen his car when she walked up to the station and run for her life. But she'd been too involved in her other problems to think about the one that kept coming back into |
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