It was past eight in the evening.
At a crossroads in the city of Los Angeles.
At the northeast corner was a convenience store, fronted by white plastic tables and chairs.
A white man and an Asian woman sat at a table chatting.
A police car was parked nearby, and the passenger side door opened as a middle-aged man in a police uniform stepped out.
If Luke had been there, he would have recognized him as John, the old rookie from the west precinct.
John greeted them with a smile, "Hey, isn't this Detective Jackson? I heard you just cracked a big case."
Jackson replied with a smile, "Yes, it was a series of car bombing robberies and killings, two of which occurred at Kabool Mountain, and another at Santa Monica Beach.
There was more than one criminal, one cunning and the other brutal.
If it weren't for being involved in the investigation, it would be hard to imagine the true identity of the culprit."
