Ro came around with the gun, but Monroe was ready for the attack and came around with his nightstick, hitting Ro a solid crack on the elbow. Amazingly the blow had no apparent effect. Ro swung at Monroe's face with Daly's gun, a blow that Monroe blocked with his own nightstick, then came down with a counterstrike on Ro's arm, following it with a full-on body slam.
Ro brought the gun up in Monroe's general direction and pulled the trigger, but Daly hadn't chambered a round, and nothing happened but a click.
This gave Monroe just time to jab Ro in the gut and to take a swing at his gun hand, connecting and sending the semiautomatic skittering over the flagstones. Monroe then backed away just enough to get room for another swing.
But Glitsky came up and blocked him, grabbing his suspect by his sweatshirt, throwing him to the ground. Ro went sprawling facedown onto the wet flagstones, then used his momentum to flip himself over, get upright, and kick out at Monroe's legs with a guttural grunt. The second cop let out a cry and went down.
But by now Glitsky had Daly's nightstick and he swung it once in a roundhouse backhand that Ro tried to block with his forearm. A crack as hard wood met bone, and Ro let out a yell of agony, and almost simultaneously Daly slammed into him with a football tackle, taking him down, holding on as Ro continued to kick at him. Monroe scrambled over a few feet, brought up his nightstick, and hit Ro in the head, the shoulders, and then in the head again.
Daly yelling, "I got him! I got him!" he tried to wrestle Ro's arms behind his back while reaching for his handcuffs. The suspect kept up the struggle under him, but by now Monroe had come over and pinned his upper body while Glitsky got down by his feet and held him there.
In a few more seconds, it was over.
The two patrolmen jerked Ro to his feet. He was bleeding from his scalp and his mouth, spewing invective all over Glitsky, who'd by now drawn his gun. "You broke my arm, you cocksucker! You broke my fucking arm!"
"And your nose, too," Daly said, hitting him in the face as hard as he could.
"I'm going to sue your asses," Ro screamed. "I'll have your badges."
"Tell somebody who gives a shit," Monroe said, jerking Ro around, Daly now on Ro's other arm, pulling him off into the street, Ro keeping up his abuse all the way.
Following them, Glitsky took one last look back at the house's open door, then sucking for a breath, he fell in behind his two limping officers and his prisoner. The whole thing had taken less than a minute. The other two officers joined them, and they manhandled Ro into the patrol car and slammed the door behind him.
9
By eight thirty P.M., the drizzle had turned into a steady cold rain.
Wes Farrell was not the only new elected official in San Francisco that year. The two-term previous mayor, Kathy West, had moved out and, by some accounts, up to the State Assembly in Sacramento. Her successor as mayor was a forty-five-year-old former public defender and supervisor named Leland M. Crawford. These two electoral changes also coincided with a changing of the guard in the police department-Chief Frank Batiste's retirement had become official on the day before Farrell and Crawford had been sworn in, and in his place, hired after a nationwide search that ignored many candidates from the city's own pool of veteran police officers, was Vi Lapeer, a forty-eight-year-old African American woman and the former assistant chief of police of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
After he'd received his call from the Curtlees before Ro had even made it down to San Francisco General Hospital-where they'd treated his injuries and where he was currently under guard-Mayor Crawford had ordered an emergency confab in his ornate city hall office. Now Crawford was going to get his first chance to assert his dominance and capacity for leadership. He stood about six foot four. His thick black hair was going gray at the temples. He might have been handsome but for an overly toothy smile and a continual battle with facial rosacea. Unlike Farrell, Crawford's general tendency was to use his enormous antique desk to separate himself from his visitors, but tonight that was not his intention. Instead, in shirtsleeves, he sat on the front of that desk in front of a semicircle of folding chairs, on which, left to right, sat Farrell, Lapeer, Glitsky, and Amanda Jenkins.
Crawford was not a pro-cop politician. Like Farrell-one of their few similarities-he was a lifelong member of the defense bar. He believed that excess and denial of due process was part of police culture, the rule rather than the exception. Now he had a prime example of it occurring only a few weeks into his administration and from the Curtlees' reaction, it looked as though he was going to be blamed for it, at least to a certainly not-insignificant percentage of the electorate.
He wasn't inclined to sit idly by and let that happen, so he'd called this meeting. "You're telling me, Lieutenant," he was saying to Glitsky, "that even knowing what we know now, you'd pursue the same course of action?"
"In a heartbeat," Glitsky said. "The man threatened my family. I'd do it again tomorrow if it came to it."
Crawford spoke up heatedly. "You'd do it again tomorrow? Without a warrant? After the district attorney told you not to, with no notice to your chief or my office. Are you completely insane, Lieutenant, or merely totally out of control?"
"Excuse me, sir," Vi Lapeer said, "but if Ro Curtlee hadn't come out drunk and attacked the officers, none of this would have happened. All the lieutenant was trying to do was to neutralize the threat while we went through the usual process."
"That's not what I understand." Crawford was prepared for this and answered in clipped tones. "From what the Curtlees explained to me, Ro didn't go over to the Glitskys' home to threaten anybody."
Jenkins barked out a laugh. "Right."
Crawford fixed his gaze on her. "It is right, Ms. Jenkins. Maybe you don't know that Lieutenant Glitsky had gone over to Ro's house the night before, apparently just to harass the man, and Ro just wanted the lieutenant to know how that felt."
Lapeer squirmed in her chair. Even if she did not think that her lieutenant had acted correctly, she would have felt compelled to stand behind him, at least until she got him alone. The fact that she actually agreed with the way he'd proceeded underscored her words with a low-key vehemence. "With all respect, Lieutenant Glitsky went over there last night to question the suspect about his whereabouts when one of the witnesses in his upcoming murder trial was killed. That was official police business."
Crawford was shaking his head. "That's not how the Curtlees see it. The lieutenant didn't record the conversation, barely asked any specific questions. And in fact, we've all just heard from Lieutenant Glitsky that the Curtlee boy didn't make any overt threat at his home, in so many words, at all."
Glitsky, fuming, not trusting himself to speak, looked to his left, and Jenkins got his message and spoke up. "Sir," she said, "a convicted murderer coming to a policeman's house and commenting on his children is, de facto, an overt threat. What would you have had him do?"
"Well, that's a good question, Ms. Jenkins, and here's a good answer. I'd have had him step back and let more objective people handle the situation. At the very least, I'd have had him notify his superiors and apply for a warrant. I'd have had him follow the goddamn rules!"
"And how about while he's following the goddamn rules, his family gets goddamn dead, sir?" Jenkins asked. "Then what?"
"That's melodramatic horseshit." Crawford showed off a lot of his teeth. "And frankly I'm just a little bit annoyed that we're all having a discussion about this convenient threat when it's entirely clear to me-and don't kid yourselves, it will be clear to most of the rest of the city tomorrow-that this is just an end run around the real issue here, which is that you, Ms. Jenkins," and here he pointed at her, "and you, Lieutenant," another point at Glitsky, "decided unilaterally between yourselves to subvert the court's decision to release Ro on bail after he got released on appeal."