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.So where is he?' 'I don't know, Lindell.But if we're smart enough to figure this out, so is he.I wouldn't doubt it if he knew from tailing Tony where the box was all along and just left that out of our little conversation.' "Wouldn't surprise me, either.But I still say it'd be stupid for him to come here.He's got to know we have a fix on this.' "Stupid isn't the word.It's suicidal.But I don't think he cares.He just wants her to go down.And if he takes a bullet, too, then that's the way it goes.Like I told you before, he was ready to do the kamikaze scene at the station when he throught she was there.' 'Well, let's just hope he's cooled down a little since�' 'There!' Baker barked out.Bosch followed his pointing finger toward the far corner of the lot, where a white limousine had just pulled in and was moving slowly toward the bank.'Jesus,' Lindell said.'Don't tell me he is this stupid.' All limos looked basically the same to Bosch but somehow Lindell and Baker had recognized the car.'Is that Joey Marks?' 'It's his limo.He likes those big whitewalls.It's the wop in him.I just can't - he can't be in there.He's not going to waste two years of my fucking life making this pickup, is he?' The limo stopped in the lane in front of the bank.There was no further movement.'You got this, La Fuentes?' Lindell asked.'Yeah, we got it,' came a whispered reply, though there was clearly no way anyone in that van could be overheard by someone in the limo.'Uh, one, two and three, standby,' Lindell continued.'Looks like we might have the fox in the henhouse.Air Jordan, you take five until further.I don't want you swinging over and spooking anybody.' This brought a chorus of rogers from the three other ground units and the helicopter.'On second thought, three, why don't you come on up by the southwest entrance and stand by there for me,' Lindell said.'Roger that.' Finally, the door to the limo opened, but it was on the side blocked from Bosch's view.He waited, not breathing, and after a beat Captain John Felton emerged from the limo.'Bingo,' the whisper came over the radio.Felton then leaned back into the open door and reached in.Veronica Aliso now emerged, Felton's hand tightly around her arm.Following her, another man emerged at the same time the trunk opened automatically.While this second man, who was wearing gray pants and a shirt with an oval name tag sewn above the breast pocket, went to the trunk, Felton bent down and said something to someone still inside the limo.He never took his hand off Veronica's arm.Bosch caught only a glimpse of Veronica's face then.Though he was an easy thirty yards from her, he could see the fear and weariness.It had probably been the longest night of her life.The second man pulled a heavy red toolbox from the trunk and followed behind as Felton walked Veronica toward the bank, his arm still gripping her and his head swiveling as he looked about.Bosch saw Felton's focus linger on the van and then finally look away.The paint job had probably been the deciding factor.It had been a nice touch.As they walked alongside the old Cadillac, Felton bent down to look at the man working under the hood.Satisfied he was not a threat, Felton straightened up and went on to the glass doors of the bank.Before they disappeared inside, Bosch saw that Veronica was clutching a cloth bag of some kind.Its dimensions were not discernible because it appeared to be empty and folded over on itself.Bosch didn't breathe again until they were no longer in sight.'Okay,' Lindell said to the visor.'We've got three.Felton, the woman, and the driller.Anbody recognize him?' The radio was silent for a few seconds and then a lone voice answered.'I'm too far away but I thought it looked like Maury Pollack.He's a safe-and-lock man who's worked for Joey's crew before.' 'Okay,' Lindell said.'We'll check him later.I'm sending Baker in now to open a new account.Wait five and then, Conlon, you go in next.Check your sets now.' They went through a quick check of the radio sets Baker and Conlon were wearing under their clothes with wireless earpieces and wrist mikes.They checked out and Baker got out of the car and walked briskly along the sidewalk in front of the other stores toward the bank.'Okay, Morris,' Lindell said.'Take a walk.Try the Radio Shack.' 'Roger.' Bosch watched as an agent he recognized from the predawn meeting started crossing the lot from a car parked near the southwest entrance to the lot.Morris and Baker crossed paths ten feet apart but didn't acknowledge each other or even glance at the limo, which still sat with its engine idling in the lane in front of the bank.It took about an hour for the next five minutes to go by.It was hot out but Bosch was mainly sweating from the anxiety of waiting and wondering what was going on.There had been only one transmission from Baker once he was inside.He had whispered that the subjects were in the safe deposit vault.'Okay, Conlon, go,' Lindell ordered at the five-minute mark
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