By Lucy Nicholson

I held on to my cameras in the passenger seat of an LAPD cruiser as Sergeant Rosendo Gomez sped around the corner to back up officers on a car chase.

Several police stood in the street behind their car doors with their guns pointed at a white minivan.

“Put your hands up where we can see them,” an officer commanded. “Get out of the car. Put your hands behind your head. On your knees. Lie down.”

I edged tentatively towards the scene, not wanting to startle officers whose fingers were on their triggers.

In seconds, they moved in and handcuffed the man, suspected of stealing his girlfriend’s car.