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Jaffe, sensing her scrutiny, opened his eyes. Tesla glanced through the car window at their passenger. Meaning trash 'em if they get in our way. The house is going to be crawling with cops, he warned.Ī man in a well-cut suit stepped into view from behind one of the vehicles. I'm only going to ask one more time- the leader began, but she cut him off short, slipping out of sight before he could finish his demands. I doubt it, she said.I think they'll be keeping their distance. Engine revved, they roared up the driveway. The car struck one of the patrol vehicles a glancing blow, its back end slewing around and striking another, before Grillo regained control and headed it for the open gates of Buddy Vance's house. He thought he heard a shot in the confusion but as he was still driving, assumed it hadn't killed him. The wood splintered and broke, a piece shattering the windshield. Two of the quartet ahead went for their guns the other two threw themselves aside. She emerged with her hands up, to face a row of levelled muzzles. She didn't dare hope the cavalry would be rolling up the Hill in the next few minutes, but perhaps they were mustering, and these footsoldiers had been instructed to keep their distance until the full force arrived. It occurred to her that it wasn't simply fear that kept them from following, but orders from their superiors. The cops had followed as far as the gate, but no further. She headed back the way they'd come, until she emerged from behind the line of palms that bordered the driveway. She had a duty to perform before they actually ventured inside, and she could give him time to work up his courage while she performed it. He didn't leap at the offer, so she left him where he was. You want me to drive straight through? Grillo said. Most were just staring up at the house, but there was a contingent of four officers waiting at a barricade that had been set up, blocking the Hill. The cars were parked well down from the gate, the men themselves standing a good way behind their vehicles. As they came in sight of Coney Eye it was apparent that the patrolmen had decided this whole mess was beyond them. This property's off-limits, somebody shouted from below.Come back down with your hands in the air. Who's in charge? she asked, feeling like a visitor from space, asking to be taken to their leader. I'm afraid I can't do that, Tesla replied.Just keep it off-limits, will you? We've got business here.
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