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Rebecca stood still, stunned and horrified by all that had just happened.
El Grande’s man lay at on the sidewalk, dead. His bullet missed by an inch or less, but her shot had been true.
She dropped her gun and looked up. She didn’t know how long she had stood there, but now she saw that the SWAT team had knocked open the front doors of the restaurant. Smoke was billowing out of it, a lot of smoke. She had no idea why. No idea what had happened inside, except for the barrage of gunshots she’d heard.
She took a step towards it when Lt. Eastwood, who had decided to show up for the joint FBI-SFPD action, grabbed her wrist and clamped down hard. “Let the SWAT team take it,” he commanded. “Stay out of their way!”
She nodded, and Eastwood let her go, telling her the SWAT team had been ord
