Claus cruised north across East 126th Street, visually scanning the area for any activity that might be associated with the shooting. Just then, an Oldsmobile turned off 126th Street and passed them. The deputies looked down 126th Street. Nothing.
The list of likely suspects had suddenly narrowed to the guy driving the Oldsmobile. Claus fell in behind the Olds, broadcasting over the Sheriff's radio that they were following a possible felony shooting suspect. Dispatch checked the license plate of the Olds and reported back to Claus that it was stolen.
The driver of the Olds, Wayne Bundage, piloted his car west on East 121st Street from Main Street, the black-and-white Sheriff's unit was right there with him. An unmistakable odor of gun powder wafted through the open windows of the patrol car, and Claus advised dispatch that he was now in pursuit.
Bundage, 19, was a Piru Blood, right down to the color-coordinated red Reebok baseball cap he was wearing. He had a series of robberies and assaults under his belt and, not surprisingly, he responded with Pavlovian conditioning at the sound of the deputies' siren. He ran.
Bundage performed a series of dangerous high-speed maneuvers and hair-pin turns designed to evade the pursuing deputies. Twice he misjudged his speed in the turns, slamming violently into opposing curbs before skidding into an alley. Once in the alley, Bundage began a cat-and-mouse game with the deputies, alternately slowing and accelerating the Olds.