As I got close, I realized I was in a precarious spot.
These men not only had munitions that would make an army battalion shudder, but they had faces that said they knew how to use them.
I made a call, literally. I told dispatch I needed reinforcements, lots of them. I made clear that not only had I found the likely murderers, but they had enough weaponry to bring down a tank.
Dispatch got the message, and within fifteen minutes, I had 50 officers storming the property.
Chaos ensued. The armed men apparently had hand grenades (I'm still processing that one...). Still, ultimately math prevailed as even 50 of LAPD’s worst-trained cops could take down five heavily armed men.
As the smoke cleared, we approached the bodies of the fallen criminals.
One of the bodies started speaking. Sputtering, I could barely make out what the bloodied man was saying.
I leaned in closer.