At 0720 hours on his day off, Pike sat at a small table, the only man seated alone, ignoring the tense glances and comments. Pike had expected worse, but he was good with it. He had chosen this place to see Bud Flynn.
Pike now had three years, four months, and change on the job. His boot year ended twenty-eight months earlier. Of his academy classmates, Pike was the first and only to kill another human being in the line of duty, a distinction about which he held mixed feelings. Five weeks ago, he had become the first of his class to kill a second man. This second shooting occurred on a brutal afternoon at the Islander Palms Motel, a ragged roach trap where, by his own admission before an LAPD Board of Review, Joe Pike caused the shooting death of a decorated twenty-two-year LAPD veteran named Abel Wozniak while defending the life of a pedophile named Leonard DeVille. Abel Wozniak had been Pike’s partner. They had sat together at this same table many times, but now that was done.
BOARD OF REVIEW
Inquiry into shooting death of Officer Abel Wozniak
Timeline of events (from the findings):
0925 hrs: Ramona Ann Escobar (5 yr, female) abducted fm Echo Park Lake
0952 hrs: APB Escobar; suspct L. DeVille, knwn pedophile, in area
1140 hrs: Ofcs Wozniak & Pike learn loc. of DeVille, seen by wit w/ minor female child
1148 hrs: Ofcs Wozniak & Pike arrv Islander Palms Motel
1152 hrs: Ofcs Wozniak & Pike enter DeVille rm; question DeVille; find photographic evidence of Escobar, but child is not present
(note for record: evidence inclds photos of minor female Escobar sexually abused by DeVille)
1155 hrs: Ofc Wozniak threatens to kill DeVille unless DeVille produces girl; Ofc Wozniak strikes DeVille with service pistol
(note for record: examining ER physician confirms DeVille injuries consistent)
1156 hrs: Ofc Pike attempts to calm Wozniak with no success; Ofc Wozniak aims weapon at DeVille; Ofc Pike intervenes
1157 hrs: Ofcs Wozniak & Pike struggle; weapon discharges; Ofc Wozniak DOA at scene
(note for record: SID, CI & ME exam results consistent)
(note for record: Ofc Woz prior hist. w/ suspect DeVille; two arrests)
Finding: Accidental Discharge. No charges brought in above matter.
By seven-thirty that morning, the Shortstop was filled with night-watch officers anxious to burn off the street before heading home. Pike ignored the way they looked at him, the cop who had caused his partner’s death protecting a pedophile.
Bud had the grim look of a gunfighter when he entered the bar, thumbs hooked in his belt. He was one of the few officers present who still wore his uniform; everyone else had showered and changed at the station. His jaw was tight, and his mouth was a hard, lipless crevice. Bud squinted around the room, searching the crowd until Pike raised a hand. They hadn’t seen each other in weeks. Since before it happened.
When they made eye contact, Pike nodded.
Bud stared across the room, still with his thumbs in his belt, then spoke so loud every cop in the place turned to look.
He said, “There’s the best damned man I ever trained, Officer Joe Pike.”
An anonymous voice in the background spoke just as loud.
“Fuck him, and fuck you, too.”
A few of them laughed.
Bud walked directly to Pike’s table and mounted a stool. If Bud heard the comments, he did not react. Neither did Pike. It was like facing down a crowd in a riot situation.
Pike said, “Thanks for coming.”
“Take off those goddamned sunglasses. They look silly in here.”
Just like Pike was still a boot and Bud was still his T.O. Pike didn’t take them off.
He said, “I’m leaving the job. I didn’t want you to hear it from someone else.”
Bud stared at him like Pike owed him money, then scowled at the men lining the bar. A division robbery detective was watching them and met Bud’s eye.
Bud, maintaining the contact, said, “What?”
The detective returned to his drink, and Bud turned back to Pike.
“Assholes.”
“Forget it.”
“Don’t let these bastards beat you. Just ride it out.”
Pike spread his hands, taking in the bar and everyone in it.
“We’re at the Shortstop, Bud. Somebody has something to say, they can say it to my face.”
Bud made a ragged smile then, but it was pained.
“Yeah. I guess that’s you. Asking me here instead of someplace else.”
“I’m turning in the papers today. I wanted to tell you, manto-man.”
Bud took a breath, then laced his fingers. Pike thought Bud Flynn looked disappointed, and was sorry for that.
Bud said, “Listen. Don’t do this. Put in for Metro. That Metro is an elite unit, the best of the best. After Metro, you could do whatever you want in this job. If you don’t want to be a detective, you could put in for SWAT. Whatever you want.”
“It’s done, Bud. I’m out.”
“Goddamn it, you’re too good to be out. You’re a police officer.”
Pike tried to think of something to say, but couldn’t. Not what he really wanted to say. Even with three years on the job, Pike still thought of himself as Bud’s boot and wanted his approval, though he did not expect it now.
Bud suddenly leaned toward him again and lowered his voice.
“What happened in there?”
The Islander Palms Motel.
Pike leaned back and immediately cursed himself for it. Bud would read his move as being evasive. All through Pike’s boot year, Bud had taught him to read people-the nuance of body language, expression, and action could save a cop’s life.
Pike tried to cover himself by leaning forward again, but he already sensed it was too little, too late. Bud was good. Bud was a wizard.
Pike said, “You know what happened. Everyone knows. I told the review board.”
“Bullshit. Struggle for the gun, my ass. I knew Woz, and I sure as hell know you. If you wanted that gun he would’ve been on his ass before he could fart.”
Pike simply shook his head, trying to pull it in deep, trying to be empty.
“That’s what happened.”
Bud studied him, then lowered his voice still more.
“I heard he was into something. Was Woz being investigated?”
Pike could see Bud working on the read and knew any movement or expression would be a tell, so he cleared himself and answered with the fewest words.
“I don’t know.”
Bud placed his hand on Pike’s arm. Digging deeper.
“I heard the M.E. had questions. Said the angle of entry was consistent with a self-inflicted wound.”
Never looking away, Pike repeated what he told the review board.
“Wozniak pointed his weapon at DeVille. I grabbed it and we struggled. Instead of turning the weapon away from Wozniak, I turned it toward him. Maybe I could have done something else, but that’s what I did. The gun discharged during the struggle.”
Bud spoke slowly.
“You guys wrestling with the gun, I could maybe see it going off in his stomach or maybe his chest, but up at his temple?”
“Let it go, Bud. That’s what happened.”
Bud stared at him so hard it felt as if he were seeing inside Pike’s head.
“So what happened in there, it has nothing to do with Wozniak’s family.”
Like Bud knew. Like he could read Pike’s mind that Wozniak was being investigated for theft and criminal conspiracy, that Pike had been trying to make him resign for the sake of his family.