Chapter 21
Underground parking garage at 312 N. Spring Street in downtown Los Angeles. Above, the U.S. Attorney’s Office for the Central District of California. Jackson stood in shadow next to a pylon. It was just after 5:00 p.m. and the garage elevators were busy, people flowing out to their cars. Jackson watched. Waited. The elevator door opened again, full of people. They flowed out, saying their goodbyes, heading towards their vehicles. Jackson spotted her. District Attorney Harris Riggs.
DA Riggs clicked the remote, and the Mercedes sedan beeped. She opened the back door, laid her Mulberry Hampstead bag on the back seat, closed the door, and stepped to the front door. Jackson was standing in front of her, next to the left front wheel. DA Riggs gasped, stepped backward and fumbled wi
