CHAPTER TEN“Should I clear out?” Lindsey asked.
“Why?”
“Well, you’re planning police tactics and I’m a civilian.”
“Stay. Sit. You’re part of this thing. You know procedure, Hobart. We need your input on this anyway.”
Strombeck said, “I should head down to Fruitvale and get started on this, Lieutenant. Should probably go in civvies.”
Marvia gave forth with the grin that Lindsey had loved for so long. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Reason?”
“Olaf, Sergeant Strombeck, do you happen to have a mirror handy? Nothing like a six-foot-something blond Viking named Olaf to blend right in, in Fruitvale where the average male is about five-seven and barely able to pass the brown-bag test. No, Olaf, this one is mine.”
She stood up. “I’ll contact Oakland gang unit and let them know I’m coming. If I’m l
