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"Don't do it," I said.
"Don't waste your life on this, it's not worth it. Get your hands up
now!"
As his hands moved I could see he was wearing a wedding ring.
"Think about your family. It's not worth dying over this.
Number one, you're wrong, it wasn't me. Number two, I'll kill you. Put
your hands on your head."
My head was clearing. What the fuck was I going to do now? Their cars
would be here soon.
"Stay on your knees," I said.
"Turn right. Move to the back of the vehicle."
I got up off the ground and stumbled behind him. My eyes were still
smarting as if I'd been hit with CS gas.
We were between the loading bay and the car. He knew the score and
hopefully was thinking of his wife and kids. I switched my pistol into my
left hand, moved into him, and quickly jabbed the pistol muzzle into his
armpit, twisting it into the material of his jacket. I felt his body tense
and heard a little grunt.
"I'll explain the facts of life to you," I said.
"This weapon is screwed into your clothes. I've got my finger on the
trigger and the safety catch is off. If you fuck around, you'll kill
yourself. Understand?"
He didn't react.
I said, "Come on, this isn't difficult. Do you understand me?"
"Yes" "Place your hands on your head."
With my right hand I took his weapon. Mine had only one magazine. He
was carrying a Sig .45 in a pancake holster over his right kidney, and three
magazines on his belt. The Sig is an approved weapon of the


FBI.

He was in his mid-thirties, straight off the set ofBaywatch:
blond, tanned, fit, good-looking, square-jawed. I could smell soap and
baby lotion. This guy wanted to keep his skin soft. Or maybe he had a baby.
Who cared? If he moved he'd be dead.
There was a white wire behind his ear, linked to an earpiece.
"Who are you?" I said. Not that it made any difference whether he was
FBI or D.C. police.
No reply.
"Listen, whatever you think, I did not kill that family. I did not kill
them-do you understand?"
Nothing. I knew I wouldn't get Baywatch man to talk. In any event,
there wasn't any time to waste trying.
I took the radio, and the cash from his wallet. Then, with the pistol
still in his armpit, I whispered loudly over my shoulder, "Stay where you
are, Kelly! Don't worry, I'm coming!" I gripped him harder.
"Kelly, I said we're going to go in a minute!" If they thought Kelly
was still with me when I legged it, maybe they'd move on and search a fresh
area.