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it, but the front end came down too fast. It crashed hard and loud, the undercarriage fracturing.
    The front wheels were lodged into the far bank. The rear tires continued to spin fiercely.
    Bree and I were already out of our car and crouched behind the open doors.
    "Out of the vehicle! Now!" I yelled across the ditch.
    Finally, I could see bodies moving inside the Land Cruiser.
    The adult was in the driver's seat. Next to him was someone barely tall enough to be seen.
    The smaller figure reached through the passenger-side window. He put one palm on the roof, then the other. He started lifting himself up and out.
    "Down on the ground! Now!" Bree shouted at him. "Get down, I said!"
    But he didn't! He torpedoed himself up onto the roof, skinny and cat-quick. His gun was out now, pointing our way. He slid across the roof, firing three quick shots at us.
    We fired back. A round caught him and he dropped to the ground. But not before he'd given the adult enough cover to get outside. The driver's door was open. I couldn't see the large man, but I knew he was getting away.
    Bree stopped beside the kid; I kept going. Down into the ditch, then up the other side.
    I'd thought there were woods beyond the gulley, but now I saw there was just cedar screening and tall weeds.
    Suddenly I heard the rattle of a chain-link fence. The large male was climbing it. By the time I pushed through the trees, he was over the top and running across the rear yard of some kind of storage facility.
    I leveled my Glock against the chain link, then emptied the magazine. He was too far away. I didn't think I'd hit him and then he turned. He waved contemptuously, then disappeared like a cat into the darkness.
    I called in the location and then ran back to see about Bree. She was still crouched near the ground, right where I had left her. She'd put her jacket over the dead boy's face. It was an odd thing for a cop in a shoot-out to do, but Bree liked to go her own way.
    "You okay? "I asked.
    She didn't look up. "He was maybe twelve, Alex. Maybe that old. He ran suicide for the prick adult."
    "Was he alive when you got to him?" I asked her. Bree nodded.
    "He say anything?"
    "Yeah." She finally looked up at me. "He told me to fuck myself. His last words on this earth."

Chapter 20
    I DIDN'T SLEEP more than a couple of hours that night. An officer and two civilians were dead — not to mention one of the boy killers, the "world's youngest terrorist," according to a Washington Post headline the next morning. On top of everything else, I had an eight o'clock psych client to see at St. Anthony's.
    Ever since the Tyler Bell case the year before, when I was literally stalked in my own office, I'd had to seriously reevaluate my life. The upshot: I'd decided my criminal cases were too high-profile too often for me to keep the private in private practice anymore. Now, I saw only two or three patients a week, usually pro bono, and I was satisfied with that. Most days, anyway.
    But I didn't want to see this particular patient — not today.
    It was ironic that I had a session with Bronson "Pop-Pop".
    James that morning. He was eleven years old and probably the most advanced sociopath at that age I'd ever seen. Four months before, he'd made headlines when he and a seventeen- year-old beat two homeless men half to death. They had used, cinder block. It was Pop-Pop's idea. The district attorney hadn't figured out how to try the case yet, and Bronson was being held in juvenile custody. The one thing he had going for him was a very good social worker from Corrections, who made sure he got to his appointments with me.
    At first I thought it best to keep the events of the last night out — out of my head. Once the session got going, though, I changed my mind.
    "Bronson, you hear about what happened at the service plaza in Virginia last night?"
    He sat across from me on a cheap vinyl couch, fidgeting, the whole time, hands and feet always in motion. "Yeah, right, I heard. They