tinted windows parked on the curb behind the squad car. A cop in plainclothes got out of the front seat and opened the back door.
âIn here,â he said.
I looked into the backseat. Cromwell was there. I slid inbeside him, and the plainclothes cop closed the back door and opened the driverâs door to get in.
âWait outside the car,â Cromwell said.
The cop closed the door and went and leaned with the two uniforms on the squad car in front of us.
âThis mean you like me?â I said.
Cromwell was wearing his big, terrifying pearl-handled revolver. I felt honored. Cromwell ignored my question. Probably felt it was frivolous. He looked at me with his eyes half closed. It was supposed to make my blood freeze.
âOptics are amazing, arenât they?â I said. âWe can see out fine through the tint, but people outside canât really see us much.â
âShut up,â Cromwell said.
The eyes behind the rimless glasses narrowed some more. I squinted back at him.
âHard to see, isnât it,â I said, âwith your eyes three quarters shut.â
âThis is your last chance,â Cromwell said finally.
âIt is?â
âAfter this, it gets very rough.â
âOh,â I said. âThatâs when.â
The front windshield wasnât tinted. Through it, the three cops leaning on the squad car could look in at us.
âYou might get hurt bad,â Cromwell said, âresisting arrest.â
âGee,â I said, âmaybe this doesnât mean you like me.â
âDo I make myself clear?â Cromwell said.
âActually,â I said, âIâm a little murky on some things. Likewhen your guys arrived, why did they secure the perimeter and stay there while the shooters inside kept shooting?â
âIt was a hostage situation. Anybody knows anything about policework knows you donât go charging into a hostage situation.â
âBut it wasnât a hostage situation. It was serial murder in progress.â
âWe had no way to know that,â Cromwell said.
âThe sound of gunshots inside didnât suggest anything?â I said.
âBesides, it might have been booby-trapped.â
âBut it wasnât,â I said.
âWe had no way to know that, either.â
âSo you didnât go in.â
âWe werenât going in until we had proper intelligence and appropriate backup.â
âYouâre telling me,â I said, âyou didnât go in because it might not be safe?â
âGoddamn it, thatâs not what I said.â
âIt is what you said; itâs just not what you wanted me to hear.â
Cromwellâs voice had gotten hoarse as we talked.
âWe contained it,â he rasped. âGoddamn it, we contained it.â
âYou were scared,â I said. âAnd you didnât know what to do. And there are some kids dead who would be walking around today if youâd gone in there sooner.â
âYou sonovabitch,â Cromwell croaked.
He took his big pearl-handled gun out and started to pointit at me. I took hold of the barrel before he leveled it and bent it back so the gun was pointing at the roof of the car. He struggled to level it. But I held it there. So we sat, sort of frozen in place. The three cops out front glancing through the windshield couldnât see much in the backseat, and whatever they saw didnât look like trouble. They stayed where they were.
âLet go,â Cromwell said, âor Iâll shoot.â
âYouâre a small-town police department. You never saw anything like this before. You had no hands-on experience. You were scared. So you hunkered down and waited for the Staties.â
âLet go,â Cromwell said.
His voice was so thick, he seemed to be having trouble squeezing his words out.
âOkay, it was a fuck-up,â I said. âAnd it cost lives. But it was sort of