"If he'd been asked a year before how he'd spend the next 11 August, "Teflon Joe" Andolini would have said he'd be in San Quentin, beginning an inexorable line of appeals to attempt to avoid the gas chamber six or eight years hence. Or, if things hadn't gone well, he'd already be dead, shot by police.
37% of respondents in a recent Los Angeles Tribune poll agreed that the best place for Andolini was six feet under. 52% figured life imprisonment would do. As 8% were undecided, that left only 3% who actually thought the man should be on the streets.
"ADA John Whedon was sitting alone at a cozy table for two. Tonight he was wearing a stylish suit – off the rack, but it was an expensive rack – and blue silk tie secured with a gold clip. His dark brown hair was gelled and slicked back; Singh couldn't remember if the wet look was just on its way out or coming back in again, but it looked good on Whedon. His gold watch was a Rolex but, as he'd mentioned the first time she had commented on that, it was nowhere near the top of the line."
Even in Blue Prime's LA, people still find time to have lives.
"Lieutenant Mark Straczynski sure didn't look like a typical comic book geek."
Even sitting at his desk, "Strazz" was imposing. He might have been carrying about 15 pounds more than before the injury, but the shoulders and arms beneath his dark blue SWAT fatigues told of a powerful upper body.
He also wore a .45 automatic butt-down in a brown leather shoulder holster. Despite the movies, any plainclothes cop wearing a shoulder holster can be dismissed as an asshole, while the only worse offence is to carry it butt-down. On Straczynski, even though he wasn't really a field cop anymore, the ensemble looked right – he looked like someone an instant away from a gunfight with the fate of the world at stake.
"Sergeant Jordan McNamara eased his blue Ford Crown Victoria into a No Parking zone just down from Giovanni's. While the car was unmistakably law enforcement, its occupant was not, at least at first glance. McNamara looked smooth and stylish, with Armani labels on both his tailored charcoal suit and his sunglasses. His skin was a light shade of brown that suggested an ancestry that was more Jamaican than African, while his hair was cut in a short flattop."
"Behind the tinted windows, Derrick Brandon, fat and forty with a gut hanging over his belt, clicked off a couple of shots with his Nikon. His younger partner, Alex McCloud, simply watched from the driver's seat, a mild frown on her face."
When the LAPD begins to worry that Blue Prime may be a cop, it assigns Derrick Brandon and Alexandra McCloud to investigate.
"He was dressed in six shades of black: full-face helmet, body armor, utility belt, gloves, boots; looking like a cross between a Navy SEAL and a ninja. The only color was a faint red glow from the helmet's visor."
Blue Prime's title character is a dark vigilante who appears out of the shadows, attacking LA's criminal underworld and corrupt officials.