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"Sir," Sachs said.
Perkins looked up, frowning. Apparently one didn't interrupt briefings until the approved Q&A break. "Yes, what is it, officer?"
"Well, I'm just wondering, sir. What about the victim?"
"Who, that German girl? You think we should interview her again?"
"No, sir. I meant the next victim."
Perkins responded, "Oh, we'll certainly stay cognizant of the fact that there may be other targets."
Sachs continued, "He's got one now."
"He does?" The SAC glanced at Dellray, who shrugged. Perkins asked Sachs, "How do you know?"
"Well, I don't exactly know, sir. But he left clues at the last scene and he wouldn't've done that if he didn't have another vic. Or was just about to snatch one."
"Noted, officer," the SAC continued. "We're going to mobilize as fast as we can to make sure nothing happens to them."
Dellray said to her, "We think it's best to focus on the beast himself."
"Detective Sachs--" Perkins began.
"I'm not a detective, sir. I'm assigned to Patrol."
"Yes, well," the SAC continued, looking at the stacks of files. "If you could just give us some of your bullet points, that would be helpful."
Thirty agents watching her. Two women among them.
"Just tell us whatcha saw," Dellray said, gripping an unlit cigarette between prominent teeth.
She gave them a synopsis of her searches of the crime scenes and the conclusions Rhyme and Terry Dobyns had come to. Most of the agents were troubled by the unsub's curious MO.
"Like a goddamn game," an agent muttered.
One asked if the clues had any political messages they could decipher.
"Well, sir, we really don't think he's a terrorist," Sachs persisted.
Perkins turned his high-powered attention toward her. "Let me ask you, officer, you concede he's smart, this unsub?"
"Very smart."
"Couldn't he be double-bluffing?"
"How do you mean?"
"You . . . I should say the NYPD's thinking is that he's just a nutcase. I mean, a criminal personality. But isn't it possible he's smart enough to make you think that. When something else's going on."
"Like what?"
"Take those clues he left. Couldn't they be diversions?"
"No, sir, they're directions," Sachs said. "Leading us to the vics."
"I understand that," quick Thomas Perkins said. "But by doing that he's also leading us away from other targets, right?"
She hadn't considered that. "I suppose it's possible."
