Carr ducked behind the kitchen work counter.
A beam of a flashlight preceded the man as he passed through the front door. With the light leading his way, he walked through the living room and down the hallway. Carr stood up, tiptoed behind him.
As the man reached the door of the den, Carr flipped on the hallway light. Higgins, holding his pistol in a combat stance, stood in the doorway. "Surprise," he said.
Bones Chagra backed up in fright. His back touched the barrel of Carr's shotgun. He dropped his flashlight and axe and his hands flew over his head. "Please don't kill me," he cried. "Please don't kill me."
Higgins reholstered his revolver. He stepped from the doorway and slammed Chagra against the wall. After frisking him thoroughly, he grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him past Carr into the kitchen, where he shoved him violently into a chair. He yanked a pair of handcuffs off his belt and snapped one cuff on Chagra's right wrist and attached the other to a table leg.
Carr unloaded the shotgun and returned it to his sedan. Back in the kitchen he prepared coffee in an electric pot. He set the pot and three cups on the kitchen table. As he did this, he glanced at a wall clock.
It was 3:00 A.M.
SEVENTEEN
At 8:00 A.M. they were still sitting around the kitchen table. The coffee pot was empty. Carr had filled an ashtray with cigarette butts.
"It's like I said," Chagra said in a fatigued manner. "I've been bullshitted before by the cops."
"That must be the fiftieth time you've said that," Higgins said as he rocked back on his chair. "Maybe more."
"You people can promise me anything you want and then go back on your word."
And you've said that fiftytimes too, Carr thought. He lit his last cigarette and crumpled the empty pack. "Let's look at this situation realistically," Carr said as he pulled his chair closer to the table. "We were waiting here for you. We knew you were coming. That means only one thing; someone set you up. Now, being the intelligent man that you are, you should know exactly how many people knew you were going to break in here tonight. One of those people handed you up. One of them dropped a dime on you. So who the hell are you trying to protect?"
"Me," Chagra said emphatically as he touched his thumb to his chest. "I'm just trying to protect myself. There's people involved in it who'd snuff me in a minute. I've lived through time in the joint before. And living is the important thing. I'm not going to talk. That's my final decision. You might as well take me downtown and book me and stop wasting your time." Chagra picked up his coffee cup with his unshackled hand. He tossed back the few cold drops in the bottom, grimaced and set the cup back down.
"If we take you downtown we're not going to book you for burglary," Carr said. "We're going to book you for murder."
Bones Chagra swallowed as he stared at the table.
"You were the last person to see Amanda Kennedy alive."
"I didn't kill her. I've got nothing to worry about."
"The day will come when you'll want to help us," Carr said. "We'll make a case on Bailey with or without you. When we arrest him, do you think he'll keep his mouth shut? He's a policeman. He knows the ropes when it comes to making a deal with the prosecution. My guess is that he would hand you up on a platter if it meant so much as one day less on his sentence. I'm going to give it to you straight one last time before we book you for accessory to murder, burglary and everything else we can think of. If you will give us Bailey, we will make your cooperation known to the District Attorney. We'll recommend that you be released on a personal recognizance bond. We will be on your side. If Bailey tries to cause you problems, we will provide you protection."
Chagra was quiet for a while, still staring at the table.
"I'll cooperate if I get immunity," he said finally. "That's the only way I'll do it. I want a free pass. I want to be able to get up and walk right out of here. For anything less than that, it's not worth the risk."
"Can't do it," Carr said. "It's out of the question."
"I know you can't. That's why I'm ready to go downtown right now. I'm ready to be booked. You people are wasting your breath."
The men looked at one another around the table.
"I say we throw a phone call in to the district attorney's office and see what they say," Higgins said.
"They'll never go for immunity," Carr said, "but I guess it can't hurt to give 'em a call."
"You tell the D.A. that I want it in writing," Chagra said. "I want it in writing that if I cooperate and do what you want to make a case on Bailey, that I will get complete immunity from all charges and you will let me go with no strings attached. Tell 'em I said that."
Higgins stood up and walked to a phone in the living room. He dialed information and asked for the number of the district attorney's office. He wrote the number down, then made another phone call. Without lowering his voice, he explained the case in detail. Having completed the call, he returned to the kitchen and took his seat. "A deputy district attorney will be here within the hour."
"I'm not trying to be an asshole about this," Bones said. "It's just that I've been screwed on deals before."
"We understand." Carr stood up from the table. Exhausted, he went over to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of eggs. He set the carton on the work counter.
"Two or three?"
"Are you talking to me?" Chagra said with a quizzical look.
"I'm going to make breakfast," Carr said. "How many eggs would you like?"
Chagra smiled. "You guys are all right."
"We're just doing a job," Higgins said. "Just a job."
After preparing enough eggs and toast for all of them Carr set the plates on the table. Higgins unshackled Chagra's hand from the table leg.
There was little conversation as they ate. When they finished, Carr refilled their coffee cups. As they sat drinking their coffee, the doorbell rang. Higgins left the table and opened the front door. He returned to the kitchen followed by Jack Kelly, who wore a blue suit and carried a briefcase. He set the briefcase on the kitchen table before he pulled out a chair and sat down.
Carr introduced himself. They shook hands.
Kelly turned to Chagra. "My name is Harry Weese," he said. "I'm a Los Angeles County deputy district attorney. Before we go any further I must warn you that you have the right to remain silent and anything you say to me could be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand that?"
"Do you have any identification to prove you work for the district attorney's office?" Chagra said.
Carr's stomach muscles tightened.
Without hesitation, Jack Kelly pulled out his wallet. He thumbed out a business card and handed it to Chagra, put his wallet back.
Chagra stared at the card for a moment. "Do you have anything else … an I.D. card or something?"
Kelly frowned. "A few minutes ago I was sitting in my office preparing for a very important trial. My supervisor walks in my office and tells me to drive to Beverly Hills to write out a prosecutory deal. I drive through peak rush-hour traffic. Here I am. And now you want to see my I.D.? Like who in the hell do you think I am? You called me. I didn't call you."
Chagra paused for a moment, looking at Kelly. "Never mind," he said sheepishly.
Carr's stomach muscles finally relaxed. "We were staked out here," he said. "We apprehended Mr. Chagra in the act of breaking into this house. Because we're more interested in the person who set up the burglary, we'd like to offer him a deal."
"Look, I don't like these do a deal at the scene operations," Kelly said. "In general, I don't approve of them." He glanced at his wristwatch. "Excuse me." He stood up, walked over to the phone and dialed a number. "This is Weese," he said. "Tell the clerk in courtroom twenty-three I'll be a few minutes late. Thanks." He hung up the receiver and returned to the table.