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“Shit. Kroller’s one of the worst degenerates out there, but at least he’s old-fashioned, a known entity, unlike this newer gang who’s trying to take over. They’re total dirt-bags, as rotten as they come.”

“I’m on Kealoha’s tail right now but not sure if we’ll catch up with him. We’re just leaving the hospital. Can you get some squad cars to intercept? If he gets to where he’s headed, there could be a whole lot more people getting killed.”

“I’ll contact dispatch and have them put out an APB for him. Do you know what he’s driving?”

“Not yet. I’ll get back to you but get those squad cars closest to the hospital to respond. Stop him for whatever reason they can, speeding, suspected bank robbery, who cares as long as he isn’t free to organize revenge for his boss’s death.”

“On it. We’ll hold him as long as we can.”

“Thanks, man. I’ll keep you posted.” Sloan and Pat rushed the door. He saw Pat’s squad car at once and blessed the fact that the cops had special parking privileges at the hospital. They both bounded into the vehicle and Pat started up and headed to the exit, where they arrived in time to see a black SUV speeding toward the gate. Sloan called it in, the make and model of the vehicle before buckling in.

“That must be him. Follow and don’t let him make us. We’ll just keep him in sight until the officers can make an arrest.”

No sooner were the words out of his mouth, than a HPD Ford Fusion pulled out from a side road and took up the chase, sirens blaring.

Rather than Tadeo pulling over, he sped up and took the next right at a dangerous angle.

And the chase was on.


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