They were about to enter the building to view the bodies when a report echoed in the distance. “Did you hear that?” Parkman asked. “What?” “I thought I just heard a gun.” He raised his hand and pointed. “From that way.” “Seriously?” Parkman met Hirst’s eyes. “Yes. Seriously. And Sarah’s not far. She’s out there somewhere. She took the car to follow the white van.” “Okay. We’ve got a dozen officers too many on this scene. I’ll ask a couple units to cruise the area.” “Thanks,” Parkman said as he stepped through the door. Hirst didn’t follow him right away. Parkman heard him tell a couple of men to get in their cars and search the area. It impressed Parkman that Hirst could describe the rental without having to ask. He must’ve remembered it from the night before when they attended the body on Mulholland Drive. Once inside, Parkman wished he had a toothpick. The crime scene was being dealt with carefully because of the toxic gas.
