systems and demanded that everyone surrender. Two or three might have surrendered, but the gunfire continued.
Cole said, “He’s out the side door. He’s running.”
Darko.
Pike ran hard along the front of the building through the chaos of the fight. The SRT operators and arriving ATF agents were spreading along a perimeter, taking men into custody.
Pike ran past them.
He reached the corner of the building, and saw Darko halfway down its length, far beyond the action. Pike started after him. Darko suddenly turned toward the street. He saw Pike following, and popped off two shots, but Pike didn’t slow.
Darko ran across the street, jumped high onto the chain-link fence, and clawed his way over. He dropped into the sandy brush, staggered to his feet, and fired three more shots. One of his bullets sparked off the tarmac at Pike’s feet, but Pike kept running.
He heard Kelly Walsh shouting behind him.
“Stop it, Pike! You stop! He’s mine!”
Pike ignored her.
He hit the fence at a hard run, and crashed down into dead scrub that tore into his skin. Pike couldn’t see Darko or hear him, so he traced the fence until he found the spot where Darko climbed over. The signs were easy to follow, even as Hurwitz’s voice echoed over the P.A.
“Stand down, Pike. We are moving into the area. We’ll get him. Now stand down.”
Pike picked up his pace.
The footprints and trail scuffs led up a low rise, then down into a depression overgrown with chaparral and sage. Pike pushed through the hard scrub, so thick and dense he was unable to see anything except the ground at his feet.
The chaparral thinned as the ground rose, and tabled out into a small clearing. Darko’s footprints continued across. Pike paused to scan the far side of the rise for movement. Ballona Creek was visible about three hundred yards ahead. It was a wide creek with concrete walls, and a current that pushed to the sea. They were very close to the ocean. If Darko made it to the creek, there was a good chance he could escape.
Pike set off across the clearing, pushing even faster.
Pike was less than halfway across when Michael Darko exploded from a ball of chaparral, and crashed into him. He had circled back to wait in the brush, and had done a good job of it.
Darko was a heavy man, and strong, but Pike spun with the contact and pushed him past. Darko staggered sideways, then caught his balance. He was winded and out of shape, and breathing hard to show it. He wasn’t holding a gun. Dropped it, fighting his way through the brush.
Pike said, “No gun?”
Darko stared at Pike’s gun, still sucking wind like a bellows.
Pike tossed the pistol to the ground at Darko’s feet.
“How about now?”
Darko dropped for the gun. His hand was on the grip when Pike hit him with a roundhouse kick that snapped his humerus like a wet stick. He made a deep grunt, then Pike caught him from the other side on the outside of his knee, and swept his legs from under him. Darko landed on his side, then rolled onto his back.
The pistol was next to him, but Darko made no move for it.
Pike was staring at him when the brush moved, and Elvis Cole stepped out. Cole took in the scene, then moved a little closer.
“You got him. We’re done here, Joe.”
Pike picked up the gun. He held it with a relaxed grip and jiggled it, still looking at Darko.
Cole said, “You good?”
Pike didn’t know if he was good or not. He thought maybe he was, but wasn’t sure.
Cole said, “It’s over.”
More crashing came up the hill, then Walsh burst into the clearing. She had her service piece, and immediately beaded up on Pike.
“Put it down! Move away from him and put it down, Pike. Do it!”
Pike jiggled the gun again.
Cole slowly stepped between them, putting himself in front of her gun.
“Take it easy, Walsh. We’re cool.”
She angled sideways to see her target.
“He’s mine, goddamnit! You step away from there, Pike! That bastard is mine!”
Pike tossed the little pistol toward her. It landed in the sand.
Pike glanced down at Darko again, but saw Frank and Cindy. Frank, Cindy, and their two little boys.
Cole stepped up beside him, and put a hand on Pike’s shoulder.
“We’re done. You got him.”
Pike followed his friend out of the brush.
Part Five. Rest
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CINDY’S SISTER ARRANGED THE memorial. She did not know Pike, Jon Stone, or Frank’s friends from that earlier time, so Pike was not