George Pelecanos - The Cut

Copyright 2011 by George P. Pelecanos

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The Turnaround

The Night Gardener

Drama City

Hard Revolution

Soul Circus

Hell to Pay

Right As Rain

Shame the Devil

The Sweet Forever

King Suckerman

The Big Blowdown

Down by the River Where the Dead Men Go

Shoedog

Nicks Trip

A Firing Offense

For my mom, Ruby Pelecanos

T HEY WERE in a second-story office with a bank of windows overlooking D Street at 5th, in a corner row house close to the federal courts. Tom Petersen, big and blond, sat behind his desk, wearing an untucked paisley shirt, jeans, and boots. Spero Lucas, in Carhartt, was in a hard chair set before the desk. Petersen was a criminal defense attorney, private practice. Lucas, one of his investigators.

A black Moleskine notebook the size of a pocket Bible was open in Lucass hand. He was scribbling something in the book.

Its all in the documents Im going to give you, said Petersen with growing impatience. You dont need to take notes.

Id rather, said Lucas.

I cant tell if youre listening.

Im listening. Whered they boost the Denali?

They took it up in Manor Park, on Peabody Street. Near the community garden, across from the radio towers.

Behind the police station?

Right in back of Four-D.

Pretty bold, said Lucas. How many boys?

Two. Unfortunately, my client, David Hawkins, was the one behind the wheel.

You just have him?

The other one, Duron Gaskins, hes been assigned a PD.

Duron, said Lucas.

Petersen shrugged. Like the paint.

Howd David get so lucky to score a stud like you?

Im representing his father on another matter, said Petersen.

So this is like a favor.

A four-hundred-dollar-an-hour favor.

Lucass back had begun to stiffen. He shifted his weight in his chair. Give me some details.

Petersen pushed a manila file across the desk. Here.

Talk to me.

What do you want to know?

Howd they do it, for starters?

Steal the vehicle? That was easy. The boys were walking down the street, supposed to be in school, but hey. Its early in the morning, cold as hell. You remember that snap we had back in February? This woman comes out of her apartment, starts her SUV up, and then leaves it running and goes back into the apartment.

She forget somethin?

She was heating up the Denali before she went to work.

Insurance companies dont like that.

She left the drivers door unlocked, too. So naturally, being teenage boys, they got in and took the SUV for a spin.

I would have, said Lucas.

You did, I recall.

What happened next?

From Peabody, David went south on Ninth to Missouri, then drove east. He caught North Capitol along Rock Creek Cemetery and took that cutoff street west, the stretch that goes by the Soldiers Home.

That would be Allison, said Lucas, starting to see it, like he was looking down at a detail map. He had a cops knowledge of D.C. because he was out in it, street level, most of his waking hours. When he didnt have to drive his Cherokee, Lucas rode his bicycle around town. At night he often walked.

Heres where they got in trouble. David, keep in mind hes fifteen, no significant driving experience far as I know, he loses control of the SUV. Sideswipes a lady in a Buick, which knocks her out of her lane and into a couple of parked cars.

By now theyd be on Rock Creek Church Road.

Yeah, there, said Petersen. The woman in the Buick? Claims shes got neck injuries.

Thats not good.

Im gonna work something out with her attorney.

This kids father must be flush.

He is.

This where the police come in?

Happens to be a patrol car, coupla uniforms idling nose out at Second and Varnum see this collision.

And the chase is on.

Took the police officer a half minute to put his coffee down and flip on the siren and light bar. By that time, David knew hed been burned, and he jumps the sidewalk and cuts right onto Upshur Street.

Driving on the Sidewalk, thats a good one.

Fleeing and Eluding, Leaving the Scene of an Accident, Auto Theft

Kids got a rack of problems.

He fishtails when he hits Upshur. Comes out of that and pins it. You know Upshur going west there

Its long and straight. Downhill.

Petersen leaned forward, getting into it. This boy is screaming down Upshur, Spero. Blowing four-ways, Wale or whatever coming loud out the windows.

Nah, said Lucas, chuckling.

What?

Now youre making shit up. You dont know what they were listening to.

True. Theyre coming down Upshur, the patrol car, pretty far back but gaining ground, in pursuit. Eventually our boys hit that commercial strip getting down toward Georgia Avenue, at Ninth.

I know the spot, said Lucas. He was drawing a rough map, very quickly, in his notebook.

And theres another cop car, said Petersen, parked right there on the street. The driver is waiting on his partner, whos getting a pack of smokes in a little market they got in that strip.

What market? said Lucas.

I dont know the name of it. Spanish joint, eight hundred block, north side of Upshur. Beer and wine, pork rinds, like that. Its in the file, along with the address. What happens next is, David sees this police car, and I guess he panics, and heres where he makes the last mistake. He cuts a sharp right into an alley, right before Ninth.

And?

A car is parked in the alley, blocking their way. The boys get out of the vehicle and run; David Hawkins is apprehended on the street. The other boy, Duron, is caught a little while later, attempting to hide in the bathroom of an El Salvadoran restaurant around the corner.

Who arrested David?

The officer waiting in the patrol car. A Clarence Jackson. By then the car in pursuit had arrived on the scene.

Howd Officer Jackson know that David was one of the boys in the car?

In his report, Jackson stated that he observed two boys exit an SUV that they had driven into the alley. Jackson got to David first. The arriving officers arrested Duron in the restaurant.

Where was Officer Jackson parked when he saw this?

Its in the file.

Lucas sat still for a long minute, looking at nothing. He closed his notebook and got up out of his seat. He stood five-foot-eleven, went one eighty-five, had a flat stomach and a good chest and shoulders. His hair was black and he wore it short. His eyes were green, flecked with gold, and frequently unreadable. He was twenty-nine years old.