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“Just to give you a heads up,” I said, “I handled it all myself. Didn’t need Ortiz at all.” Dale finally cracked a<br />
smile. “Mark my words; this will go down as one of my greatest busts. The chief will be all over this. My attaboy<br />
is in ‘da bag, brother.”<br />
I left him in search of my good-for-nothing partner. I took a peek inside the men’s room.<br />
“There you are, you lazy fuck.” I said, joining him on the bench.<br />
He laughed. “Yeah, I’m sorry I missed it, Johnny.” Alex Ortiz was my partner and best friend. I don’t<br />
know what fates brought us together, but we are good in every way imaginable. I wouldn’t be caught dead in the<br />
field with anyone else but him.<br />
“If you’re done laughing like a clown, maybe we could go check the board. Do some police work? Whaddya<br />
say?” I said, staring him down. This made him laugh even more. I wonder how much work I’d get done if I<br />
partnered up with a sourpuss?<br />
The kind of call we all dread came in an hour later. A bank robbery was going down in the Marina. Robbery<br />
was not our thing, but the call was for ‘all units’.<br />
When we got to the shopping center where the small bank branch was located, it was already a bad scene.<br />
<strong>Three</strong> gunmen were inside with hostages. An officer was already down and an L.A. County fire unit was tending<br />
to him.<br />
The shopping center was large, with a grocery store, three restaurants, and several small retail outlets located<br />
around the perimeter. The gunmen were smart. They knew we would not engage in aggressive gunfire with so<br />
many people around. Several patrol units were trying to get people out of the lot while keeping new people from<br />
<strong>com</strong>ing in. As Alex and I were getting into position after being briefed, two guys came out shooting. And sadly,<br />
it became North Hollywood all over again. Several cops opened fire. Nothing penetrated their body armor.<br />
Both men calmly walked out onto the street, blocked off now with police barricades. They turned one way, shot<br />
off a round in the direction of officers, then kept walking. Clearly, they wanted to die, and within a minute, a<br />
SWAT sharpshooter took them out with one headshot each. Alex and I never discharged our weapons.<br />
SWAT went into the bank to look for more suspects then let the customers and employees out. All these<br />
people were now lined up waiting to be questioned. On the most harrowing day of their lives, they couldn’t just<br />
go home. They were now part of a crime scene. In addition to the two gunmen and the officer who was<br />
critically wounded, two bank employees lay dead inside. The mood was somber as it is anytime an officer goes<br />
down. They got him out of there and over to the hospital down the street for stabilization. Then he would be<br />
transported to the nearest trauma center. Unfortunately, because of the latest budget cuts, the nearest trauma<br />
center was at County USC near downtown.<br />
Alex and I walked up to the entrance to the bank. Detectives Mark Gonzales and Amelia Carter were<br />
already there.<br />
“That was close,” Gonz said. “Too much like 1997 for my taste. But we were ready this time.” In 1997 a<br />
bank robbery went down in North Hollywood. <strong>Three</strong> men armed with automatic weapons that could go<br />
through body armor outgunned police trained to handle just this type of thing<strong>—</strong>except that the assholes wore<br />
body armor as well. In this case, their toys were bigger<strong>—</strong>and better<strong>—</strong>than ours. Two people were killed and<br />
fifteen injured, including ten police officers. It was the worst bank robbery in L.A.’s history. This was too<br />
familiar.<br />
“We were ready?” Amelia Carter arched a skinny brow at her partner then turned to us. “The last time our<br />
hero was in a gun fight was at the academy. He shot the cardboard housewife with the bag of groceries.”<br />
“You wound me, Carter,” Gonz said, clutching his chest. “You really do.” Mark and Amelia had been<br />
friends since the academy, and it was a fluke, plain and simple, that they became partners. He was a hulk of a<br />
man and she was about as big as a minute. Gonzales played football with UCLA before a knee injury sidelined<br />
him long enough for him to find something else to love: police work. He joined up right out of college. Mark<br />
went through a messy divorce last year so he and I have that in <strong>com</strong>mon.<br />
Amelia was in the army for four years before she joined the department. She is married to Daniel Rios, who<br />
works in the DA’s office and does legal work for migrant farm workers on the side, pro bono. She is a great<br />
cop. And tough. She had to be, growing up in South Central with five brothers, raised by her dad. In her case,<br />
size does not matter.