Falling Down
Chapter One
Bob Gates followed me up the narrow bricked stairway
to my roof.
"Let me get this straight," I said. "You've got a bad
cop. A traitor, somewhere inside TPD. You want my
help?"
"That's pretty much it."
Downslope from the house, trimming a blue Palo
Verde tree, Nathan Brittles watched us carefully. Longbladed
clippers held in front of him as he watched,
clippers snicking open and shut, open and shut, his
body turning to see me on the roof, the clipper action
mechanical without focus, and no longer anywhere
near the Palo Verde, snicking open and shut on nothing
but air.
His sadness and disappointment battered my heart.
I looked away.
I no longer knew where our love had gone.
On the roof, I sat at my battered redwood picnic table
while Gates locked hands above his eyes and rotated
slowly, taking in the view.
"Helluva view," Gates said. "Clear day like this, I can
see Elephant Hill, all the way down past Green Valley.
That's gotta be forty miles south. You own this place?"
"Yes," I said shortly.
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