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intersection, but not Rahmi's address. Pike didn't want the cabbie to know it if he was later questioned. When they reached Rahmi's street, Pike told him to cruise the block.
Pike said, Go slow. I'll know it when I see it.
I thought you knew this girl.
It's been a while.
The SIS spotters would be watching the cab. This time of morning, they didn't have anything else to watch. Pike slumped in the shadows of the backseat as they passed Rahmi's building. The SIS spotters would be on alert now, but Pike wanted to see how Rahmi's apartment was lit. The lighting was crucial in helping Pike determine where the spotters were hiding, and in planning how to defeat them.
Pike said, Slower.
The cab slowed even more. The watch officer was likely keying his radio or kicking his partner, saying they might have something here.
The entry side of Rahmi's building was lit by six yellow bulbs, one outside each of the three doors on the ground level, but only one outside a door on the second floor. The others appeared to be out. Pike was more interested in the back of the building than the front. The Google images showed the back of Rahmi's building was very close to the neighboring home, and now Pike saw the area caught only a small amount of reflected glow from the neighbor's porch. This was good for Pike. The heavy shadows, along with the distance from the street and the narrow separation between the two buildings, meant the area behind Rahmi's apartment was a tunnel of darkness. Pike would be able to disappear into the tunnel.
The cabbie said, Which one?
Don't see it. Let's try the next block.
Pike had the cabbie slow in front of two more buildings to throw off the spotters, then headed back to his Jeep. During his days as a combat Marine, the helicopter pilots used the same technique when inserting troops into enemy territory. They didn't just fly in, drop off Marines, and leave. Instead, the pilots made three or four false inserts along with the real drop to mask the true drop point. If it worked in hostile jungles, it would work in South Central Los Angeles.
Pike took another cab past the apartment just before dawn to check the lighting again from the opposite direction, and made six more cab rides before noon, different cabs each time, twice having the cabs stop nearby so he could study the street. One of the cabbies asked if he was looking for a woman, another stared at him in the rearview with marble eyes, finally saying, You down here to kill a man?
They were parked outside a different apartment house on the next block. Pike now believed the primary SIS spotter was located in one of two commercial buildings directly across from Rahmi's building. The only other building with a view of Rahmi's door was the house it faced, but Pike had seen a tall, thin woman herd three children out of the house for school. The two commercial buildings were the only remaining possibilities. SIS wanted to see Rahmi's door. They would want to see who entered, and who left, and with the bad angles this meant they had to be directly across the street in one of two places. Pike hadn't found their exact location, but he now believed it wasn't necessary.
The cabbie said, I don't want no shootin' in this cab. Don't you be gettin' me involved in some crime.
I'm cool.
You don't look cool. You look so hot a man could fry just bein' next to you.
Pike said, Sh.
Just sayin', is all.
Pike pushed a twenty-dollar bill onto the man's shoulder. The cabbie grunted like he was the world's biggest fool, but the bill disappeared.
Rahmi's Malibu was parked outside his building almost directly in front of the chain-link gate. Tuxedo black with double-chrome dubs covering the wheels that probably retailed at two thousand dollars each. Every time Rahmi drove away, SIS would follow. They would have placed a GPS locator on the car, and they would use at least three vehicles to maintain contact. Their cars would be nearby and ready to roll.
The Malibu was Pike's
Pike said, Go slow. I'll know it when I see it.
I thought you knew this girl.
It's been a while.
The SIS spotters would be watching the cab. This time of morning, they didn't have anything else to watch. Pike slumped in the shadows of the backseat as they passed Rahmi's building. The SIS spotters would be on alert now, but Pike wanted to see how Rahmi's apartment was lit. The lighting was crucial in helping Pike determine where the spotters were hiding, and in planning how to defeat them.
Pike said, Slower.
The cab slowed even more. The watch officer was likely keying his radio or kicking his partner, saying they might have something here.
The entry side of Rahmi's building was lit by six yellow bulbs, one outside each of the three doors on the ground level, but only one outside a door on the second floor. The others appeared to be out. Pike was more interested in the back of the building than the front. The Google images showed the back of Rahmi's building was very close to the neighboring home, and now Pike saw the area caught only a small amount of reflected glow from the neighbor's porch. This was good for Pike. The heavy shadows, along with the distance from the street and the narrow separation between the two buildings, meant the area behind Rahmi's apartment was a tunnel of darkness. Pike would be able to disappear into the tunnel.
The cabbie said, Which one?
Don't see it. Let's try the next block.
Pike had the cabbie slow in front of two more buildings to throw off the spotters, then headed back to his Jeep. During his days as a combat Marine, the helicopter pilots used the same technique when inserting troops into enemy territory. They didn't just fly in, drop off Marines, and leave. Instead, the pilots made three or four false inserts along with the real drop to mask the true drop point. If it worked in hostile jungles, it would work in South Central Los Angeles.
Pike took another cab past the apartment just before dawn to check the lighting again from the opposite direction, and made six more cab rides before noon, different cabs each time, twice having the cabs stop nearby so he could study the street. One of the cabbies asked if he was looking for a woman, another stared at him in the rearview with marble eyes, finally saying, You down here to kill a man?
They were parked outside a different apartment house on the next block. Pike now believed the primary SIS spotter was located in one of two commercial buildings directly across from Rahmi's building. The only other building with a view of Rahmi's door was the house it faced, but Pike had seen a tall, thin woman herd three children out of the house for school. The two commercial buildings were the only remaining possibilities. SIS wanted to see Rahmi's door. They would want to see who entered, and who left, and with the bad angles this meant they had to be directly across the street in one of two places. Pike hadn't found their exact location, but he now believed it wasn't necessary.
The cabbie said, I don't want no shootin' in this cab. Don't you be gettin' me involved in some crime.
I'm cool.
You don't look cool. You look so hot a man could fry just bein' next to you.
Pike said, Sh.
Just sayin', is all.
Pike pushed a twenty-dollar bill onto the man's shoulder. The cabbie grunted like he was the world's biggest fool, but the bill disappeared.
Rahmi's Malibu was parked outside his building almost directly in front of the chain-link gate. Tuxedo black with double-chrome dubs covering the wheels that probably retailed at two thousand dollars each. Every time Rahmi drove away, SIS would follow. They would have placed a GPS locator on the car, and they would use at least three vehicles to maintain contact. Their cars would be nearby and ready to roll.
The Malibu was Pike's
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