Reese had been able to take enough time to suck down some of the coffee donated by the Starbucks across the way in Beverly Center and some sandwiches and pizza someone had brought over from the California Pizza Kitchen. Whereas Bates roamed the hospital with a team of Guardsmen—he was a patrolman...
the man said. “I thank you for that. And you are?” “Hector Aguilar,” the man said, holding out his right hand. Sinclair shook it and favored the man with a smile. “Please to meet you, Mister Aguilar,” he said with as much bonhomie as he could muster. “The same here. So how did you manage to find ...
Reese had never seen anything quite like it in his fourteen-year career as a homicide detective, nor in the six years as a patrol officer before that. Los Angeles was a wild and crazy seedbed for all kinds of crime, and bizarre murders were hardly unknown in the City of Angels. But to come across...
Heads and chests exploded—those corpses which took a shot to their skulls toppled and fell, but those who were hit elsewhere simply continued to try and feed. Reese raised his own shotgun, but one of the National Guard troops jostled him as the man shifted position, raising his M4 assault rifle. ...