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"I said, call us as soon as you know something. We need more people."
Just after he disconnected, the phone rang again. Rhyme snapped, "Command, answer phone."
There was a click and a Chinese-accented voice asked, "Mr. Li, please."
Li sat down, absently pulled out a cigarette, which Thom swooped by and lifted from his hand. Li leaned toward the speaker and began to talk rapidly in Chinese. There was an explosive exchange between him and the caller. Rhyme thought they were arguing but Li finally sat back, jotting notes in Chinese. Then he hung up and smiled. "Okay, okay," Li said, "here I got something. That was Cai, from the tong. He ask around about minorities. There this group of Chinese called Uighurs. They Muslims, Turks. Tough guys. They got take over by China--like Tibet--and don't like it so good. Treated bad. Cai find that Ghost hire people from Turkestan Community and Islamic Center of Queens. The guy Hongse shot, he one of them. Here address and phone number. Hey, was I right, Loaban? I say he from minority."
"You sure were, Sonny."
Eddie Deng translated the information into English on a second slip of paper.
"Should we raid it?" Sellitto asked.
"Not yet. Might tip off the Ghost," Rhyme said. "I've got a better idea."
Deng was right with him. "Pen register."
"Yep."
These were phone company records of incoming and outgoing calls for a particular number. Since they didn't record the content of a conversation, it was far easier for law enforcers to access these records than to monitor the actual transmissions under a Title 3 or state wiretap.
"What's that going to do?" Coe asked.
"The Ghost got to town yesterday morning and called the center at some point--presumably to arrange for his muscle. We'll check out all incoming and outgoing calls to the number of the place after, say, 9 A.M. yesterday."
In a half hour the phone company had provided a list of about thirty numbers into and out of the Uighur center in Queens in the past two days. Most of those numbers they could eliminate immediately--like those called before the Ghost arrived, as Rhyme had pointed out--but four were cell phones with local exchanges.
"And they're hot phones, right? The mobiles?"
"Stolen as bad as the Mets' second base," Sellitto said.
Because the phones were stolen, this meant there was no billing address where the Ghost might be. But the cell phone providers were able to give the team information about where the callers were located when each call had been made or received. One phone had been in the Battery Park City area and, as the security chief from the company dictated intersections to delineate the cell zone, Thom drew them on the map. The result was a wedge about a half mile square downtown near the Hudson River.
"Now," Rhyme shouted to Sachs, feeling the excitement of narrowing in on his prey, "did any of the buildings in that area have Arnold Lustre-Rite carpet installed?"
"Crossing my fingers," Eddie Deng said.
Finally Sachs looked up from the list and shouted, "Yes! Got one."
"That's the Ghost's safehouse," Rhyme announced.
She said, "A new building. Eight-oh-five Patrick Henry Street. Not far from the river." She circled it on the map. Then she sighed, looking over the information from the Arnold company. "Hell," she muttered. "They installed carpet on nineteen floors. Lots of apartments to check."
"Then," Rhyme said impatiently, "you better get going."
GHOSTKILL
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Easton, Long Island, Crime Scene
* Two immigrants killed on beach; shot in back.
* One immigrant wounded--Dr. John Sung.
* "Bangshou" (assistant) on board; identity unknown.
* Assistant confirmed as drowned body found near site where Dragon sank.
