The gangsters cursed and grumbled, but with their boss nowhere around, they really didn't dare give Beckett any trouble.
Even though Beckett wasn't carrying a gun and was only using her phone to photograph their license plate and faces.
The gangsters who'd been acting so brazenly just moments ago meekly turned their truck around and followed Beckett's police car.
After all, they hadn't actually done anything. What was the big deal about carrying a little hardware?
As long as it wasn't a weapon of mass destruction, carrying weapons in Hell's Kitchen was handled very differently from anywhere else.
Watching Beckett start the car and speed toward the police station, Natasha said with some amusement, "What are you doing?
Bruto was counting on you to be impartial, and you've just thrown cold water on him?"
Beckett looked unhappy. "I thought we were friends, but you didn't tell me dangerous people were coming after you.
If you're always keeping things to yourself, I don't think that's professional instinct. It means you don't trust people."
As she spoke, Beckett glanced at Yelena in the back seat through the rearview mirror. Her voice turned stern. "I'm absolutely going to 'be impartial.' That's the foundation that lets the police station survive in Hell's Kitchen.
It's ironic, but that's the truth!
I don't know what you're planning, but Yelena has to stay at the police station.
Unless you find a lawyer to bail her out...
Believe me, you're in for a long lawsuit. Bruto will do anything to get revenge.
Unless you all leave Hell's Kitchen and never come back, then..."
As Beckett was speaking, Natasha suddenly leaned over from the passenger seat and yanked the steering wheel.
The police car swerved across the street in an uncontrolled "S"...
A bullet struck the side mirror, giving