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A man in a well-cut suit stepped into view from behind one of the vehicles. He was not, she guessed, a policeman. More likely FBI.

He put his foot down. Two of the quartet ahead went for their guns; the other two threw themselves aside. Grillo rammed the barricade at speed. The wood splintered and broke, a piece shattering the windshield. He thought he heard a shot in the confusion but as he was still driving, assumed it hadn't killed him. 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. Engine revved, they roared up the driveway.

The house is going to be crawling with cops, he warned.

You're good at that, Grillo said.

Do you want to come see? she said.

I don't fucking blame them, Grillo replied. As they reached the bend in the driveway he put on the brakes.This is near enough, he said.Jesus. Will you look at that?

Are you getting back-up? she said again.You're going to need more than a few patrol cars, believe me. There's going to be a major invasion starting from this house.

I doubt it, she said.I think they'll be keeping their distance.

Do you want to come see? she said.

Do you want to come see? she said.

A man in a well-cut suit stepped into view from behind one of the vehicles. He was not, she guessed, a policeman. More likely FBI.

A man in a well-cut suit stepped into view from behind one of the vehicles. He was not, she guessed, a policeman. More likely FBI.

He didn't leap at the offer, so she left him where he was. 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. She headed back the way they'd come, until she emerged from behind the line of palms that bordered the driveway. The cops had followed as far as the gate, but no further. It occurred to her that it wasn't simply fear that kept them from following, but orders from their superiors. 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. They were certainly nervous. She emerged with her hands up, to face a row of levelled muzzles.

Nobody's following, Tesla said.

I'm in charge, he said.

I'm afraid I can't do that, Tesla replied.Just keep it off-limits, will you? We've got business here. Who's in charge? she asked, feeling like a visitor from space, asking to be taken to their leader.

Meaning trash 'em if they get in our way. We've got no time to make nice.

A man in a well-cut suit stepped into view from behind one of the vehicles. He was not, she guessed, a policeman. More likely FBI.

I'm afraid I can't do that, Tesla replied.Just keep it off-limits, will you? We've got business here. Who's in charge? she asked, feeling like a visitor from space, asking to be taken to their leader.

The house is going to be crawling with cops, he warned.

Tesla glanced through the car window at their passenger. Jaffe, sensing her scrutiny, opened his eyes. The fear in him was perfectly plain. However much skill he'd had at concealing his feelings in the past-and she suspected he'd had much-he was beyond such pretenses now.

She was right. As they came in sight of Coney Eye it was apparent that the patrolmen had decided this whole mess was beyond them. The cars were parked well down from the gate, the men themselves standing a good way behind their vehicles. 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.

You're good at that, Grillo said.

You want me to drive straight through? Grillo said.

I don't fucking blame them, Grillo replied. As they reached the bend in the driveway he put on the brakes.This is near enough, he said.Jesus. Will you look at that?

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