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“Yeah, sure.”
“That’s not going to last. Roarke’s going to drive by the target, and you’re going to get out. I’ve got uniforms keeping an eye out. You’ll do the same. I don’t want them taking a look outside, spotting cops. So you’re going to find a spot. Maybe you get something from a glide-cart or café – as long as you can keep the target in sight. You’re going to look like a tourist.”
“I can do that.”
“If they come out, or one does, you follow. Don’t get made, don’t get close, just keep me updated.”
“I can do that, too.”
“Peabody, tell Banner what happens if you screw up.”
Peabody smiled a cheery smile. “You find her boot up your ass.”
“You don’t want to find my boot up your ass, Banner. Keep your eyes open, and that’s it, until Santiago and Carmichael are in place. When they are, I’ll tell you where to go.”
“I’ve got enough boots of my own, and I appreciate the chance to be a part of this. I’ve got good eyes, Lieutenant.”
She decided to count on that, and brought up the vid map Roarke had sent her of the target building and its neighbors.
“We walked right by this building last night. I walked by it on my own the day before. Righ
t by it.”
“As you can’t see through walls, walking by it was all you could do.” Roarke sent her a quick look. “There’s no time to beat yourself up,” he said, repeating her words to Peabody.
She couldn’t argue, and instead contacted the uniforms to tell them Banner would be on point.
She edged forward in her seat when Roarke turned onto Downing. Quiet street – at least at this hour. On the shabbier side but trying to hold on.
Barred windows the norm for basement and street level. Apartment 1-A of number 251 had bars and privacy screens, no exterior cam. She couldn’t make the locks from the drive-by.
“Drop Banner on the corner. Eyes, Banner, nothing but eyes.”
“That’s a big yes, sir.”
He climbed out, hunched his shoulders against the cold, then sauntered across the street in the crosswalk.
“They might make him for a cop if they look out and look close, but they sure as hell won’t mistake him for a New York cop.”
“Which is why you put him on point.”
“Which is why,” she agreed. “And because we wouldn’t be this far unless he’d stuck on Little.”
She checked the time, gauged the distance to Central and contacted Whitney.
She was still updating him when Roarke pulled into Central’s garage.
“I’m in Central now, sir, and heading up to the division. I’ll brief the team, coordinate with Captain Feeney. We’ll be in place in under an hour. I’m looking at forty minutes. I’ll contact Special Agent Zweck now to apprise him of the situation so the FBI can join us.”
“I’ll contact Zweck. At the moment this is an NYPSD op.” His tone was brisk and final. “I’ll let you know if and when that changes.”
“Yes, sir, thank you.” She ended transmission as they piled on the elevator. “Damn straight. Let’s get this on, and get it on right before federal red tape trips anything up. Roarke, you can make this elevator bypass floors, go straight to my level, right?”
“An express ride? Happy to.” He pulled out his PPC, went to work.
Seconds later, Peabody said, “Whee!” as they zipped straight up.
Eve was off and striding to Homicide the second the doors opened.
