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aren’t words I like to hear, Arturo. What kind of trouble?”
    “There was an old man in the store when we got inside.”
    Schultz’s voice grew cold. “Is he going to be able to tell the cops about the kids? Identify anyone?”
    “Not now.”
    “Then I don’t see where we have a problem.”
    “There was also a kid up on the roof next door. A tagger, I think.” He’d seen several in the neighborhood as he’d made his way back to his car. “I think he saw my face.” He pulled out a smoke and fired it up. Sucked in harsh smoke, then let it drift from his nostrils. “I know damn well he saw my gun, since I was pointing it right at him.”
    Schultz snorted. “How old, you think?”
    “I dunno. Young. Still had that gawky all-arms-and-legs thing going. Fast little sonuvabitch, though. Ran like the wind.”
    “Then forget about him. He’s probably scared shitless—he’s not going to bring attention to himself by talking and we don’t want to do it by launching some big boy-hunt. Wait a few days. If we don’t hear anything about the cops looking for a kiddie gang, just let it go.”
    “Ya think?”
    “Yes, Bruno, I do.” Schultz’s voice got that cold you-questioning-me? inflection that anyone who worked for him knew was a warning that they were treading on thin ice.
    “Okay, then.”
    They hung up a few minutes later and Bruno continued to his Escalade. But as he unlocked it and climbed in a short while later, he was already making plans.
    Because it was all fine and mofo’n dandy for the boss to say wait to make sure we’re not tipping our hands. But if the kid walked into a cop shop and sat down with a sketch artist, it wasn’t gonna be Schultz’s ass that was hung out to dry. It’d be his.
    And that didn’t make him real anxious to just “let it go.”
     
    T HE S EATTLE PD robbery unit augmented patrol by listening to the police scanner at all times. If they heard of a bank robbery in progress, they answered the call alongside patrol. The call that came over the scanner early Saturday morning had nothing to do with a bank. But a coworker called Jase anyhow.
    “I’m off duty, slick,” he growled into the receiver as he pulled into his parking slot at his apartment house.
    “Yeah, sorry about that,” Hohn said. “But I thought you’d wanna know. Another jewelry store heist just came over the scanner. I’m heading there now.”
    Jase swore. “Where?”
    “U district.” Hohn gave him the address and instructed him to park around back.
    “Meet you in ten.” Jase snapped his phone shut, backed out of his slot and was slapping the rotating LED beacon on his car roof as he hit the arterial at Greenwood.
    He arrived with a couple of minutes to spare and found an EMT wagon just pulling away and a patrol car with its lights swirling and radio squawking parked in one of the two spaces behind the jewelry store. He pulled into the other and climbed out of his car at the same time Hohn pulled in behind him. Jase hung his badge from his jacket’s breast pocket as he went to greet the other detective. Together they approached the back door.
    “Robbery,” Hohn called into the interior.
    “In here, Detective.” An Asian-American patrolman crossed the room to them. “I’m Greg Vuong.” He indicated another patrolman just entering the work area from the showroom. “That’s my partner, Mark Nelson.”
    Jase gave Vuong a quick once-over. Kid looked barely out of the academy but had a nice steady gaze. “What have we got, Officer?” They moved deeper into the room.
    “The alarm company called us at twelve-fourteen. We arrived at twelve-twenty-six. We found the back door open and a man we assume to be the owner on the floor with a gunshot wound.”
    “The meat wagon was leaving as I got here. The owner gonna make it?”
    “He’s alive, but I don’t know for how long. The paramedics said he was in bad shape.”
    “Any idea yet what was taken?”
    “There’s a loose diamond on the floor.