Tomorrow

Chapter 12

The plan is set. The equipment is running and we are good to go. All we have to do is walk into the police station and I can't do it.

"Come on Riker," Ross urges and adds more quietly. "People are staring."

I look up and down the street. I know I can't see the van where we left Chevy. It's around the corner and three blocks away. She's safe, for now. She wanted to go in, but we convinced her it wasn't a good idea.

She instructed Ross and me to go in and ask to speak to a detective. I smile as I remember because she adds that if the name starts with a 'J' it's better. She said it was a feeling.

"You can do this Riker," Chevy whispers in my ear.

It came through the earpiece we borrowed from Ryland, that I didn't know he owned. All the stuff we're using is Ryland's. Its high tech, cool stuff. Both Ross and I have microphones on. We have earpieces making it easy to hear everything in the van and they can hear us.

I turn toward the doors and follow Ross inside.

We go up to the large wooden desk as officers wander back and forth.

"Can I help you?" The lady officer asks from behind the desk.

"Yes, we need to speak to a detective," Ross says.

"Okay, let me see who is available." She looks at a piece of paper and picks up the phone. I can't hear what she saying.

Hanging up the phone she looks at us, "Detective Stephens can see you. He'll be with you in a minute."

I look at Ross. How are we supposed to ask for a detective with the last name that starts with 'J'?

Ross gives me a 'keep your cool' eyes.

I snicker and sit down on the wooden bench that lines the wall opposite the desk. A few minutes later a tall man comes out. He's built, with sandy brown hair.

"Someone asked to speak to a detective?" He asks.

"Yes, we did." Ross stands up.

"How can I help you, gentlemen?"

I look at Ross.

"We're wondering about the limo that blew up," he starts.

"What about it?"

"It was my limo so..."

"Oh... come this way. Detective Wakefield and Sampson are on that case."

We follow him down a hall to an empty room. He ushers us in. A little table sits in the middle of the room with four chairs around it. I sit down facing the door and Ross sits down next to me.

"I'll get the detective," he says, shutting the door.

I turn to Ross and open my mouth to say something but his eyes shoot sideways towards the mirror window. He takes a deep breath and when he exhales he says no. I look around and instantly understand why. Police officers, that we can't see, probably stand behind the glass watching us. We shouldn't talk about anything.

"Hello," the door pushes open. "I'm Detective Wakefield. This is Detective Sampson and Detective Winenski. You're here about the limo bombing? Unfortunately, we don't have much info on it. We do know that the people who rigged it are professional."

"I didn't know there are professional bombers in California," Ross admits.

"It's probably tied into the mob. The only other people who could have done this would be a gang. They usually don't have the money to fund a bit like this," Detective Wakefield explains.