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Six minutes. That’s all she gave herself.
Hala opened the Macy’s bag and retrieved a blue workman’s suit that had a patch sewn to the chest that said AMTRAK and beneath it the name SEAN. She tore off her jacket, removed her boots, and climbed into the jumpsuit. Around her neck, she hung a chain attached to a remarkably good forgery of an Amtrak employee card that identified her as Sean Belmont, a member of an emergency-train-repair crew.
Four minutes left. She scrubbed her face, lashes, and brows free of all makeup. She slid on workman’s boots and then tucked her hair up under a wig that featured short blond hair in a masculine cut. She put in contact lenses that turned her eyes blue and painted her face and hands with pale makeup.
Ninety seconds to go. Hala stood up on the toilet, which put the metal grate at about shoulder height. She could look through it into a length of air duct about eighteen inches wide and thirteen high. She glanced at the stalls on either side of her and was heartened to see them empty. Quick as she dared, she tried the screws holding the grate over the duct and found them loose. She had the grate off and balanced on the toilet in less than thirty seconds.
Hala reached inside and groped until she found the sound-suppressed pistol taped there. She tore it off, duct tape and all, stepped off the toilet, and dropped the gun into the battered canvas tool kit in the Macy’s bag. She retrieved the tool kit and set it aside. Then she reached to the bottom of the bag and took out eight Christmas-paper-wrapped boxes, each about the size of a large coffee cup. She put them in the tool kit. The jacket and high-heeled boots went in the Macy’s bag.
Forty seconds.
Hala got back on the toilet with the Macy’s bag. She shoved the bag into the duct hard, sending it in deep, and then refitted the grate.
Ten seconds. The restroom door opened. A girl squealed, “OMG! Did you see the stuff coming out his mouth?”
“I’m gonna be sick, you keep talking about it,” another girl replied.
Hala grabbed the tool bag, opened the stall, and went right at them. “Sorry, young ladies,” she said in the deepest voice she could muster. “We had a leak back there. She’s all yours now.”
“You coulda, like, put up a sign or something,” the OMG girl said indignantly.
“Too much snow,” Hala said, as if there were some connection, and exited the restroom.
She made a sharp right, ignoring the commotion unfolding in and outside of the McDonald’s to her immediate left. She walked resolutely west toward the entrance to the Amtrak gates and glanced to her left only once, when she picked up in her peripheral vision a big guy wearing a blue MPD parka and two shorter men wearing vests that said FBI. A sweaty man in an Amtrak police uniform followed the three of them into the McDonald’s.
Hala allowed herself the barest grin. That had flushed them out, hadn’t it?
She had no idea who the FBI agents were and guessed the sweaty guy was the Amtrak officer in charge tonight. But she totally recognized Alex Cross, the guy who found the president’s kidnapped kids. He’d been all over the papers.
In
an odd way, Hala felt honored.
CHAPTER
53
I KNELT OVER THE BODY OF PHILLIP LAMONTE, WHO DRESSED THE GANGSTA BUT whose identification showed he was a junior at Catholic University. He had a home address on Manhattan’s Upper West Side and carried a ticket to Penn Station on the Acela that was about to board. The extra-large cup lay on the floor next to him. The ice in it hadn’t yet melted.
I lowered my face over the foam around his mouth and sniffed. I smelled an acrid odor I recognized.
“Cyanide poisoning,” I said.
“Hala?” Mahoney said.
“Has to be,” I replied. “That’s how she killed her husband, right?”
“That’s how he died,” Bobby Sparks agreed.
I looked at the closest patrol officer. “Was this guy with anyone?”
The cop gestured with her chin toward a skinny white kid, late teens, who was also dressed to party with 50 Cent and Diddy. “Name’s Allen Kent.”
I glanced at the cup. “Phillip drinking from that before he died?” I asked Kent.
The kid nodded, but he was obviously in shock.
“Anyone else get close to that drink, son?” I asked.
