AfterNet 01 - Good Cop Dead Cop

got it alex helps on the way
    Munroe allowed himself a moment to figuratively breathe when he saw:
steve.hanzon2: alex, no such address. where are u??
jollycopper: in northglenn, north of denver i follweod suspect here
steve.hanzon2: got it
    Munroe cursed himself for a fool. The last time he’d talked to Hanzon, he was in Gilcrest.
steve.hanzon2: OK, police on way. ur partner is also OK. at North Colorado Medical Center Give me details ur situation. Ive told them a disembodied officer is on scene. I hope they know how to handle
    Munroe summarized his situation as best he could, sending out short snippets, not knowing how long his chat would go unnoticed. He managed to tell Hanzon the number of suspects, gave their descriptions and the descriptions of the vehicles parked outside. Then he noticed that the man who’d been pushing the woman around was looking and pointing at the computer screen.
    Munroe had only seconds. The last thing he was able to do before the man smashed the laptop to the ground was to check the name of the user who’d logged in — falstaff.
    The men and the woman formed a tableau, all staring at the pieces of the laptop on the ground. They seemed frozen and Munroe stared back at them wondering what else he could do when he saw the red and blue lights of a police car pull up to the dock.
    Yamaguchi listened to the sounds of the hospital: the squeaking shoes of the nurses, the incessant ringing of telephones, the PA announcements and the plaintive cry of an old woman saying “nurse.” She’d been awake a few minutes, having dozed off and on throughout the day. She’d heard the curtains around her bed open, but she pretended she was asleep.
    “Linda, are you awake?” It wasn’t the voice she wanted to hear. This was Paul Clemens’ deep warm voice, the voice of an experienced bureaucrat. She wanted to hear the flat digitized voice of her partner coming through her ear buds. A voice that changed depending on the terminal or software OS they were using, but a voice she’d recognize nonetheless.
    A hand lightly touched her uninjured shoulder and she opened her eyes and said, “I’m awake.”
    “You’re a fuck up, you know that? You and your partner. The shit you have caused,” he said, but he said the words softly, gently. Stitches and a dressing had closed her scalp wound, but whoever had cleansed the wound missed a smear of blood on her chin. Her right cheek was puffy, raw and red and a butterfly bandage closed a small cut above her left eye. And her right arm was strapped to her body.
    “Where’s Alex?”
    Clemens sighed. “Talking with the chief and the chief’s talking to the Weld County sheriff and the Weld DA. We don’t know whether to give you a medal or put you in jail for murder.”
    “Which one are you here for?” she asked. She tried to sit up but just didn’t have the energy. Clemens found the bed controls and elevated the head of the bed. “Neither,” he said. “The chief wanted me to come down here and see if you were OK. I’m probably just a couple of minutes ahead of your union lawyer.”
    “Good, I can’t keep pretending to go to sleep on the sheriff’s detectives.”
    “I figured that’s what you were doing. I saw them down by the nurse’s station and I ducked in here when they weren’t looking.”
    “So what happened? I assume I’m in Greeley.”
    He laughed quietly. “Yeah. The ambulance brought you here. You weren’t just faking with the detectives, were you?”
    “I’m a little woozy. They finally gave me something for the pain after they did a CT scan. I guess I broke my collarbone, but that’s the worst of it.”
    “Anyway, they brought you here. Alex followed … well, he jumped in the car of one of the … church gang guys … still not clear what to call these people. He was able to get a message out and Thornton PD picked them up. It took Alex a while to get back to Denver.”
    “Did anything happen in Denver last night? Were there …”
    “Nah, we had some fights, but for once, New Year’s Eve was normal. You’re in so much trouble now, that’s the least of your worries.”
    “What about the people I … shot?”
    “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. One’s dead, one’s in ICU, the third’s serious but OK.”
    She yawned. The thought of shooting someone was horrible, but she was so tired. “I shot three people?”
    “Yeah. The dead one has a record, robbery and aggravated assault.”
    She yawned again and asked,