The distance was only a few paces now, and Suhonen recognized the cop. He knew Markkanen was watching from afar, so he ducked into a boxer’s pose. The cop raised his nightstick to striking position.
“You need help?” Suhonen heard the partner calling from inside the cruiser.
Suhonen couldn’t shout. If he did, the cop wouldn’t hear a thing he said once the adrenaline hit his brain. He started shadow boxing by the side of the cruiser and whispered just loud enough that only the cop could hear.
“Hey there, Tero,” he began. The cop looked confused. Suhonen kept jabbing at the air. “Suhonen from the VCU.”
Partio kept his baton raised. “Yeah, I know you. You better calm down now.”
Suhonen kept shadow boxing. “Good. Don’t worry, just play along… I need your help.”
Partio waved his baton. “Huh?”
“No worries. I’m gonna shout now, and we’ll go from there.”
Officer Esa Nieminen had stepped out of the passenger side door, but so far had stayed behind the car. Partio started to catch on and ordered Nieminen to stay calm.
“FAGGOT!” Suhonen shouted, loud enough for Markkanen to hear. He threw a jab, clearly short. “WHAT! YOU SCARED?!”
Partio answered in a commanding voice. “Calm down! Lie down on the ground. Now!”
Suhonen grinned and whispered. “That’s right, let’s play some more. I’ll explain later. I have to… YOU FUCKING PIG… hit you three times. Just like in police training: straight left, right hook, left hook… You’ll swing the baton, but miss… Then fall down.”
“ON THE GROUND, NOW!” Partio bellowed.
Nieminen had come around to the front of the car and pulled out his nightstick. His right hand was on the butt of his pistol.
“Give me a little head start and a vague description to dispatch… Ready?”
Suhonen lunged forward and threw a straight left. It glanced off Partio’s arm and the baton swung past Suhonen’s head. Suhonen landed two solid hooks into Partio’s stomach. They weren’t hard, but sharp enough that he felt the man’s flak jacket on his knuckles.
Partio grunted and dropped to his knees. Suhonen took a couple steps back and took off running.
“Stop!” Nieminen shouted, taking a few hesitant steps after him. The distance was only about fifteen feet.
“Esa,” Partio wheezed, doubled over and looking up at his partner. “Help!”
Suhonen was already on the sidewalk, heading up the hill. Nieminen didn’t know whether to help his partner or give chase.
Partio reached out his right hand and grabbed Nieminen’s left ankle. The cop slipped and fell onto the pavement. His Glock fell out of his grip, but didn’t go off.
Nieminen rose to a kneeling position and stared at Partio, eyes wide.
“You hurt? Did he have a knife?”
“Everything’s okay, no knife, but…” he managed to say, still holding onto Nieminen. Suhonen and another man already had a twenty-yard head start.
“I’ll take care of this. Those guys are so dead,” Nieminen snarled. He jerked himself free of Partio’s grip, and his heel accidentally struck Partio in the cheek. The officer recoiled in pain.
Partio watched the two men slipping up the street. Nieminen trailed by about thirty yards now. Goddamnit, Partio thought, and picked Nieminen’s snow-covered Glock from the ground.
Suhonen heard someone shouting from behind, “STOP! POLICE! STOP RIGHT THERE!”
Apparently, Partio’s sidekick hadn’t caught on. They’d have to make tracks, fast.
Markkanen came abreast of him and jerked him into an alley to the right. Finally, their shoes had traction.
“Fuck! Really stupid, but damn brilliant, too,” Markkanen seemed impressed. He pushed Suhonen further into the alley and waited near the entrance. He pulled a bandana over his face and tugged his stocking cap down over his eyebrows. “Now it’s my turn,” he hissed, crouching down. “Here comes the other one.”
Suhonen looked on, bewildered.
Unaware of the danger, Nieminen came around the corner, and Markkanen jerked him into the alley. The force knocked him to the ground a couple steps from the sidewalk. His nightstick clattered onto the pavement. Markkanen sat on the officer’s chest, and pressed a knife to his throat.
Oh shit, Suhonen thought, approaching the pair from behind.
“So you’re some tough street cop, huh?” Markkanen rasped, pushing the thin-bladed stiletto against his neck. One small movement and it would sink through the skin. Deep.
The cop lay motionless under Markkanen’s weight.
“No, you’re no street cop,” he hissed.
Nieminen didn’t respond.
“You’re a milk-lipped little shit, go back to the academy.”
Suhonen watched Nieminen’s eyes widen and he took his Glock out of the waistband of his jeans. He aimed it at the back of Markkanen’s head and tapped him on the shoulder with the other hand.
“We gotta go,” Suhonen said, his voice tight. Was Markkanen insane?
He didn’t look up, but kept his eyes fixed on Nieminen, cackling. “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn. Why shouldn’t I butcher this pig?” he growled, pressing the knife deeper. A faint line of blood appeared on Nieminen’s neck.
Suhonen saw the movement and nearly pulled the trigger.
“We have to go,” Suhonen hissed. “Now!”
The cop tried to wriggle out from beneath Markkanen’s knife, looking as though he’d throw up any moment. Suhonen kept his gun trained on Markkanen’s head, grabbed his collar from behind, and jerked hard.
“Now!”
Markkanen got up and folded the blade back into its handle. Suhonen stayed behind him and thrust the Glock back into the waistband of his pants.
The cop was still lying on the ground.
Markkanen smiled excitedly, eyeing a grave-looking Suhonen. “This reminds me of my younger days…follow me,” he said and dashed down the alley.
Suhonen glanced back at the officer lying on the pavement. He wasn’t moving, but had no serious wounds. The cop would be okay, he thought and bolted after Markkanen.
Kallio was a labyrinth of courtyards, cellars and attics, through which they navigated to get from one block to another. Beneath the streets was also a network of service tunnels and parking ramps which helped to throw off anyone in pursuit.
* * *
Sergeant Partio hurried up the street, afraid he’d find his partner cuffing the two or somehow blowing Suhonen’s operation.
The cop reached the corner of the alley and peered carefully around it. He glimpsed Nieminen immediately, sitting with his back against the wall. Otherwise, the alley was clear.
Partio bent down next to the sobbing Nieminen. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m not hurt.”
“What in the world were you doing?”
“I went after ’em, but one of ’em tackled me and put a knife to my throat. Think I was scared?”
Partio stared at his partner. “Why didn’t you obey my orders? I told you to stay with me.”
“But that guy hit you.”
“He didn’t hit me.”
Nieminen looked up, and Partio offered him a hand. He took it, and the older officer hauled him to his feet.
“It was an act,” Partio explained. “That was a VCU detective…he’s on some case. For some reason he had to prove he was tough.”
“Huh?”
“He whispered to me before I took the punches. It was nothing. Just play-acting.”
Nieminen rubbed his neck and felt the tender spot. “Play-acting?”
Partio nodded. “If I give you an order, you obey. Don’t even think about running off on your own.”
Nieminen went weak in the knees, and he grabbed onto his partner for support. “If that was play-acting, then he’s in with a pretty rough company.”
Partio smiled. “Undercover operatives are an odd breed, but we cooperate when we can.”
They walked slowly down the hill toward the cruiser at the intersection.
“How we gonna report this?” Nieminen asked.
“What do you think?”
“Attempted murder, that’s what I think.”
Partio roared with laughter. “Nonsense. The whole thing was an act. Suhonen wasn’t serious, nothing could have happened.”