"There they are!" Other units are pouring into the area.

Tires squealing, Westlund pulls up next to the lab and jumps out of his car, racing into the Lyman Physics Lab.

Two other detectives materialize outside the building, one taking the wheel of Westlund's car and racing around to the edge of the Law School Quad. Students leap out of the way as it barrels around the lab.

This one will not get away, everyone swears.

Detective Sergeant Richard Mederos coordinates the search from the Quad. Officers block off the exits of Lyman and the Croft Applied Science Lab, which are connected by an overhead tunnel.

Sergeant James L. McCarthy, the daytime shift supervisor, bounds down the road and into Croft, followed closely by another officer.

"He's got to still be in there," Mederos yells to no one in particular.

It's almost 4 p.m., time for the shift change, and officers working the 4-midnight shift are already waiting at HUPD headquarters. With all the cruisers out on the chase, they are left to their own devices to reach the scene. For many, the only means of transportation is running.

Officers, who haven't had time to change into uniforms, arrive at the scene in their civilian clothes--no badge, no gun, no radio, nothing but pounding adrenaline. They race into the building anyway. An old small car screeches to a halt and three officers dive out. One cop after another runs across the quad and inside.

Curious onlookers gather around the building, wondering what could possibly attract such a full-scale police response.

They begin a floor-to-floor search. Westlund finds the suspect hunkered down in one of the labs.

"I've located the suspect," he radios, followed moments later by, "I have him in custody." Frantic yells echo up and down the hallways as officers try to find each other in the huge building.

A cruiser backs up to a loading dock, and the suspect, handcuffed, is escorted to the car.

All the while, a father and son drive up and down outside Croft, trapped by the excitement: "They've blocked off all the exits," the father says forlornly.

Slowly, the officers trickle out of the lab and pile into the police cruisers.