was empty。 The back door was open。
〃Shit。〃
By now the redhead had jumped on my back； and locked her legs around my waist。 She was pulling my hair； screaming obscenities。 I spun around in circles； trying to throw her off me。 It was one of those strange moments where in the middle of all the chaos I was thinking； be careful； don't hurt her； because it would look bad for a pretty young girl to end up with a broken arm or cracked ribs； it would mean police brutality even though right now she was tearing my hair out by the roots。 She bit my ear and I felt pain。 I slammed myself back against the wall； and I heard her grunt as the breath was knocked out of her。 She let go。
Out the window； I saw a dark figure running down the stairs。 Graham saw it； too。
〃Fuck；〃 he said。 He ran。 I ran； too。 But the girl must have tripped me because I fell over； landing hard。 When I got to my feet I heard the sirens of the black and whites and their engines starting up。
Then I was back outside； running down the steps。 I was maybe ten meters behind Graham； about thirty feet； when Eddie's Ferrari backed out of the garage； ground the gears； and roared down the street。
The black and whites immediately took up pursuit。 Graham ran for his sedan。 He had pulled out to follow while I was still running for my own car； parked farther down the road。 As his car flashed past me； I could see his face； grim and angry。
I got into my car and followed。
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You can't drive fast in the hills and talk on the phone。 I didn't even try。 I estimated I was half a kilometer behind Graham； and he was some distance behind the two patrol cars。 When I got to the bottom of the hill； the 101 overpass； I saw the flashing lights going down the freeway。 I had to back up and pull around to the entrance below Mulholland； and then I joined traffic heading south。
When the traffic began to slow up； I stuck my flasher on the roof； and pulled into the right…hand breakdown lane。 I got to the concrete embankment about thirty seconds after the Ferrari hit it flat out at a hundred and sixty kilometers an hour。 I guess the gas tank had exploded on impact； and the flames were jumping fifteen meters into the air。 The heat was tremendous。 It looked like the trees up on the hill might catch on fire。 You couldn't get anywhere near the twisted wreck of the car。
The first of the fire trucks pulled up； with three more black and whites。 There were sirens and flashing lights everywhere。
I backed up my car to make room for the trucks； then walked over to Graham。 He smoked a cigarette as the firemen began to spray the wreck with foam。
〃Christ；〃 Graham said。 〃What a fucking cockup。〃
〃Why didn't the backup patrolmen stop him when he was in the garage？〃
〃Because；〃 Graham said； 〃I told them not to shoot at him。 And we weren't there。 They were trying to decide what to do when the guy drove away。〃 He shook his head。 〃This is going to look like shit in the report。〃
I said； 〃Still； it's probably better you didn't shoot him。〃
〃Maybe。〃 He ground out his cigarette。
By now； the firemen had gotten the fire out。 The Ferrari was a smoking hulk crumpled against the concrete。 There was a harsh smell in the air。
〃Well；〃 Graham said。 〃No point staying around here。 I'll go back up to the house。 See if those girls are still there。〃
〃You need me for anything else？〃
〃No。 You might as well go。 Tomorrow is another day。 Shit； it'll be paperwork until we drop。〃 He looked at me。 He hesitated。 〃We in sync about this？ About what happened？〃
〃Hell； yes；〃 I said。
〃No way to handle it differently；〃 he said。 〃Far as I can see。
〃No；〃 I said。 〃Just one of those things。〃
〃Okay； buddy。 See you tomorrow。〃
〃Good night； Tom。〃
We got into our cars。
I drove home。
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Mrs。 Ascenio was snoring loudly on the sofa。 It was three forty…five in the morning。 I tiptoed past her and looked in Michelle's room。 My daughter lay on her back； her covers tossed aside； her arms flung over her head。 Her feet stuck through the bars of the crib。 I tucked the covers around her and went into my own room。
The television was still on。 I turned it off。 I pulled off my tie and sat down on the bed to remove my shoes。 I suddenly realized how tired I was。 I took off my coat and trousers and threw them onto the television set。 I lay down on my back and thought I should take off my shirt。 It felt sweaty and grimy on my body。 I closed my eyes for a moment and let my head sink back into the pillow。 Then I felt a pinching； and something tugging at my eyelids。 I heard a chirping sound and thought in a moment of horror that birds were pecking at my eyes。
I heard a voice saying； 〃Open your eyes； Daddy。 Open your eyes。〃 And I realized that it was my daughter； trying to pull my eyelids up with small fingers。
〃Yuuuh；〃 I said。 I glimpsed daylight； rolled away； and buried my face in the pillow。
〃Daddy？ Open your eyes。 Open your eyes； Daddy。〃
I said； 〃Daddy was out late last night。 Daddy is tired。〃
She paid no attention。 〃Daddy； open your eyes。 Open your eyes。 Daddy？ Open your eyes； Daddy。〃
I knew that she would continue saying the same thing； over and over； until I lost my mind； or opened my eyes。 I rolled onto my back and coughed。 〃Daddy is still tired； Shelly。 Go see what Mrs。 Ascenio is doing。〃
〃Daddy； open your eyes。〃
〃Can't you let Daddy sleep a while？ Daddy wants to sleep a little longer this morning。〃
〃It's morning now； Daddy。 Open your eyes。 Open your eyes。〃
I opened my eyes。 She was right。
It was morning。
What the hell。
SECOND DAY
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〃Eat your pancakes。〃
〃I don't want any more。〃
〃Just one more bite； Shelly。〃 Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window。 I yawned。 It was seven o'clock in the morning。
〃Is Mommy ing today？〃
〃Don't change the subject。 e on； Shel。 One more bite。 Please？〃
We were sitting at her kid…size table in the corner of the kitchen。 Sometimes I can get her to eat at the little table when she won't eat at the big table。 But I wasn't having much luck today。 Michelle stared at me。
〃Is Mommy ing？〃
〃I think so。 I'm not sure。〃 I didn't want to disappoint her。 〃We're waiting to hear。〃
〃Is Mommy going out of town again？〃
I said； 〃Maybe。〃 I wondered what 〃going out of town〃 meant to a two…year…old； what sort of image she would have of it。
〃Is she going with Uncle Rick？〃
Who is Uncle Rick？ I held the fork in front of her face。 〃I don't know； Shel。 e on； open up。 One more bite。〃
〃He has a new car；〃 Michelle said； nodding solemnly； the way she did whenever she was informing me of important news。
〃Is that right？〃
〃Uh…huh。 Black one。〃
〃I see。 What kind of car is it？〃
〃Sades。〃
〃A Sades？〃
〃No。 Sades。〃
〃You mean Mercedes？〃
〃Uh…huh。 Black one。〃
〃That's nice；〃 I said。
〃When is Mommy ing？〃
〃One more bite； Shel。〃
She opened her mouth； and I moved the fork toward her。 At the last moment she turned her head aside； pursing her lips。 〃No； Daddy。〃
〃All right；〃 I said。 〃I give up。〃
〃I'm not hungry； Daddy。〃
〃I can see that。〃
Mrs。 Ascenio was cleaning up the kitchen before she went back to her own apartment。 There was another fifteen minutes before my housekeeper Elaine came to take Michelle to day care。 I still had to get her dressed。 I was putting her pancakes in the sink when the phone rang。 It was Ellen Farley； the mayor's press aide。
〃Are you watching？〃
〃Watching what？〃
〃The news。 Channel seven。 They're doing the car crash right now。〃
〃They are？〃
〃Call me back；〃 she said。
I went into the bedroom and turned on the television。 A voice was saying； 〃… reported a high…speed chase on the Hollywood freeway southbound； which ended when the suspect drove his Ferrari sportscar into the Vine Street overpass； not far from the Hollywood Bowl。 Observers say the car hit the concrete embankment at more than a hundred miles an hour； instantly bursting into flames。 Fire trucks were called to the scene but there were no survivors。 The driver's body was so badly burned that his glasses melted。 The officer in charge of the pursuit； Detective Thomas Graham； said that the driver； Mr。 Edward Sakamura； was wanted in connection with the alleged murder of a woman at a dow