Michael's Gambit

You spend the next few long minutes until the police and paramedics arrive helping with first aid and getting people out of the cafe. Kelpie takes her position outside at the corner of the street. Three officers and four paramedics come in. You watch them out-of-the-corner of your eye

The paramedics all go straight to administering aid to the most seriously injured. Unlikely to be Dalia.

The oldest, highest ranking officer was a tall black man. The thirty-something year old lieutenant was looking around pensively and then started speaking with the shift supervisor about what they had for cameras. Possible.

The second officer looks the least likely to be a cop. The sergeant was a nubile dirty blonde was petite and vibrant. She was speaking to Jesse about him and Modesty firing back as the paramedics tended to her. Maybe.

The last officer was the least descript. A short, thin dark-haired man, the corporal seemed the most nervous of the group. He had immediately bagged the brunette’s pistol and was checking on the state of injured in a terse way. Probable?

Your eyes shift to the bait. None of the police have noticed it yet--or at least made a move for it. You swallow and start talking with two of the paramedics who has come beside the middle-aged latina.

“Here name is Luz,” you say hand the older female paramedic her ID. “It looks like the bullet passed through her thigh. I didn’t notice any spraying, so I don’t think it a major artery,” you explain. The younger of the two take over applying direct pressure.

“Thank goodness no one was killed,” the short officer noted, his name plate you read as John and couldn’t catch the last part.

“Thank you, madam. Lacey, they’re taking the injured out now. I’ll lead the arriving officers. Please go to the hospital to speak with the non-employee witnesses available for testimony,” the lieutenant said after taking a flash drive from the supervisor, presumably containing the video footage.

“Bart, sir, respectfully request permission to investigate awhile longer before going,” the lovely sergeant flips her long hair back and makes a head gesture to John.

Bart has a hint a frown, but nods to Lacey. “Granted, Sergeant,” he walks to her and hands her the flash drive as John checks the restrooms.

You have a feeling which one is Dalia. Do you make your move now or let the trap be sprung?