The Crucifix Killer(40)

‘Is that nice?’ Hunter asked.

‘A slow screw is always nice,’ she said having a second sip before moving closer. ‘Maybe I could show you sometime,’ she whispered into his ear while she ran her hand over his right bicep.

It all happened too fast. JJ had barely stepped into the Rainbow when his eyes met Hunter’s and all of a sudden he was back outside; his legs moving like a quarterback’s going for the touchdown that could win them the Super Bowl. Hunter sprung into action. He had no time to alert his partner whose undivided attention was on the tall blond’s new pair of breasts. In a split second he was outside chasing JJ down Sunset Strip.

Hunter was fast despite his heavier, muscular frame, but JJ was skinnier, lighter and moved with the agility of a rat. Hunter decided to try the friendly approach first.

‘JJ, I just wanna talk to you, slow down goddammit.’

JJ paid no attention to Hunter’s call and in a semi-suicidal move crossed the Boulevard, disregarding traffic and heading towards Frankie and Johnnie’s NY Pizza place.

Hunter followed him, but his run was slowed down by the street crowd and the constant people swerving. Twice he had to perform a quick and awkward left-right-left dance to avoid bumping into street punters.

Two blocks past the Rainbow and moving even faster, JJ swung left in front of the famous Whisky A Go Go bright-red building. Hunter was breathing down his neck, but again he had to zigzag around clubgoers and an uneven piece of sidewalk caused him to take a false step. He felt his left foot twist at the ankle. A sharp pain shot from it quickly consuming his entire leg. His run faded into an awkward hop.

‘Shit!’ he yelled as he watched JJ disappear in the distance.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Hunter saw a figure come past him with incredible speed. Garcia was moving like an Olympic champion. With just a few steps he had left Hunter behind and was fast gaining ground on JJ who had turned right into a small alleyway next to a large warehouse. Hunter limped his way after them.

Up ahead, it didn’t take long for Garcia to be within an arm’s length of the tall Puerto Rican. He reached out and grabbed him by his jacket’s collar.

‘OK, OK I give up,’ JJ said slowing down and putting both of his hands up but it was all too late. Garcia spun him around and threw him against the wall, twisting his right arm behind his back. JJ screamed in pain.

‘Running away from armed police officers, have you always been this stupid or is it a new affliction?’ Garcia asked, catching his breath.

‘Let me go ese, I haven’t done nothing.’

It took Hunter thirty seconds to reach them.

‘Are you OK?’ Garcia asked still holding JJ’s arm.

‘I’m fine. Twisted my ankle back there.’

‘Let go of my arm.’

‘Shut the hell up.’ Garcia slammed JJ’s body against the wall once again.

Hunter turned to face JJ. ‘What the hell were you doing? What’s with all this running crap?’

‘Force of habit, homie. What’s this all about? Let me go man!’ He twisted his body trying to escape Garcia’s tight grip.

Hunter gave Garcia a nod who let go of JJ’s arm.

‘You can’t do that man, I’m a legal citizen now,’ JJ said, massaging his right wrist with his left hand and stepping away from the wall.

‘Do we look like immigration to you? Damn, you’re as dumb as you look,’ Garcia snapped.

‘Legal citizen? You’re a pimp JJ, last time I checked prostitution was still illegal in the state of California, we can take your ass straight into prison right now,’ Hunter said pushing JJ back to the wall.

‘Enough with the wall slamming, homie,’ he protested.

‘If my ankle swells, so will your face,’ Hunter threatened.

‘Ain’t my fault, homie.’

‘Of course it’s your fault HOMIE. If I didn’t have to chase you like a fucking rabbit I wouldn’t have twisted my foot.’

‘Why you chasing me man? I didn’t do nothing.’

‘Exactly. We just wanna ask you a few questions.’

‘Why didn’t you say so in the first place?’

Hunter gave him an evil look before pulling the computer portrait out of his pocket. ‘We need to find out who this woman is, if she is a pro or not.’

JJ stared at the picture for a few seconds.

‘Yeah, I have her at home in a video game,’ he said with a smirk.

The slap to the back of the head came from Garcia, throwing JJ’s head forward with a loud thud. ‘You wanna be a smart ass? I’m really starting to dislike you.’

‘Hey, man, this is police brutality. I can press charges you know?’