Chapter 25
“You shot out their tires in the middle of a snowstorm, Chief? Fellow law enforcement officers? That’s pretty cold.”
“Is that a joke?” Lumbergh replied to Martinez.
The intern now seemed eerily at ease in the backseat of the police cruiser. His broad smile could be seen from the rearview mirror, lit up by a pair of oncoming headlights. He leaned forward with his face near the grill and chuckled. “Ah. Snowstorm. Cold. Very good. Chief. No. There was no pun intended.”
“I didn’t want them following us,” said Lumbergh, working his hardest to keep the conversation light. “They’ve got a police radio and a warm car in the meantime. Someone will pick them up.”
Martinez asked, “So what does this mean for you now, Chief?”
“What does what mean?”
“This act of insubordination. How man
