CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Detective Kameke Brown stood with her arms folded across her chest, shaking her head emphatically. “You can’t be here, Malone,” she said. “Chief Carrillo told us he already warned you to stay away. He told us to arrest you if you showed up. We’re giving you one chance to leave. That’s as far as we’re willing to go in disobeying his direct order.”
Both Vargas and Serrato stared down at their shoes to avoid making eye contact with me. Reyes, who had been on his way out with my digital camera when I walked in, didn’t give me a chance to argue. He grabbed my arm and ushered me out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front door.
“They weren’t even aware of what was going on here,” I said. “We have as much right to be here for the raid as they do.”
“No, bro, we don
