Page 18 of The Writer

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Log 10/18/2018 22:41 EDT

Transcript: Audio/video recording (body cam of Detective Declan Shaw)

[Detective Declan Shaw] Uniforms in position?

[Detective Jarod Cordova] We’ve got two on the alley out back, another watching the stairs.

[Shaw] Transcriber, we’re at the registered address for one Ruben Lucero, aka Lucky to his coworkers at the park. He’s a member of the grounds crew. A watch believed to belong to him was found near the body of Maggie Marshall. We obtained this address from hisemployment records. Lucero has a sheet and is a registered sex offender. [Pause.] We go on my mark. You ready?

[Cordova] Yeah.

[Three knocks.]

[Shaw] Ruben Lucero, NYPD. We’d like to speak to you. [Eleven seconds of silence.] Ruben Lucero! Open the door!

[Cordova] You hear that?

[Shaw] Yeah. He’s in there. Ruben Lucero!

[Radio] I’ve got him! Came out a window! He’s on the fire escape!

[Shaw] Shit! Go, go, go!

[Loud bang—door breached?]

[Radio] He’s going up! I repeat, he’s going up. Heading for the roof!

[Shaw] NYPD! Fuck. I’ll go this way—head back down, track him on the ground. [Running. Rattle of metal. Climbing fire escape?] I’ve got eyes on him! He’s on the roof. Heading east! Lucero, stop right there! Shit, he just jumped! Fucker’s fast! He’s on the next roof over! East! East! I’m following. [Loud thump.] Stop, damn it! [Loud thump.]

[Cordova] Anyone see them?

[Shaw] We’re one building over! [Heavy breathing.] Rooftop door is locked from the inside. He just tried it and ran off when it wouldn’t open. Get up here—I’m tracking him around HVAC, but I’ve got no visual. I don’tthink he’s—[Multiple thumps. Struggle.] I got him, get up here!

[Cordova] On my way!

[Struggle. Unintelligible sounds.]

[Shaw] I got him! Hurry up!

[Radio] Coming up the stairwell!

[Shaw] Stop squirming. Give me your hand, now! Other hand! Stop fucking squirming! NYPD. You’re under arrest!

[Lucero] Get off me, man. I didn’t do nothing!

[Detective Shaw reads Miranda rights.]

[Lucero] I didn’t do shit!

[Shaw] Then why’d you run?

[Radio] At roof level. There’s a dead bolt on this door. Code enforcement will love that. Declan, we’re coming out. Hold fire.

[Cordova] You see him?

[Radio] Affirmative. Suspect in custody. Assisting.