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Cooper examined one. "Nope."
The yuan she'd found--the Chinese paper currency--were faded and crumpled. "There were about thirty packs this size," she explained. Eddie Deng totaled the amount in this packet. "Thirty stacks, given the exchange rate," the young detective estimated, "equals about twenty thousand dollars U.S."
Sachs continued, "I also found an Uzi and a Beretta but he'd taken the serial number off the Uzi and I lost the Beretta on the ship."
"Knowing the Ghost," Rhyme said, "any gun of his, even with serial numbers, is going to be untraceable."
The criminalist looked toward the hallway. "Thom! We need our scribe! Thom!"
The harried young man entered the room. He wrote down the information that Rhyme had dictated about the explosives, the letter and the trace on it, the guns.
There was an electronic trill as a cell phone rang and--typical nowadays--everyone looked down to see if it was his or hers ringing. Sachs was the winner and she pulled the unit off her belt.
"Hello?"
"Amelia?"
She recognized John Sung's voice. Her stomach did a little flip at the memory of last night.
"John."
"How are you?"
Been for one hell of a swim, she thought, but aside from that, doing okay. "Fine," she said. "Kind of busy right now."
"Of course," the doctor said. What a voice, she thought. Pure bedside manner. "Any luck finding Sam Chang and his family?"
"Not yet. We're working on that right now."
"I was just wondering if you might have some time to stop by later."
"I think that'll work out. But can I call you in a bit, John? I'm at Lincoln's right now and it's a little crazy."
"Of course. I'm sorry to interrupt."
"No, no, I'm glad you did. I'll call you later."
She hung up and started to return to the evidence. But she glanced up and saw Lon Sellitto looking at her with what could only be described as a glare.
"Detective," she said to him, "can I talk to you outside for a minute?"
Gruffly Sellitto said, "What's there to--"
"Now," she snapped.
Rhyme glanced at them for a moment but lost interest in the curious exchange and returned to examining the evidence boards.
Sachs walked into the corridor and Sellitto followed, his feet pounding heavily on the floor. Thom had noticed something was wrong. "What's going--" But the aide's voice was lost as Sachs swung the door shut angrily. They continued down the hallway to where she gestured--the back of the town house--and they entered the kitchen.
She spun around, hands on her narrow hips. "Why've you been on my case for the past two days, Detective?"
The big man pulled his belt up over his belly. "You're crazy. It's your imagination."
"Bullshit. You have something to say to me, say it to my face. I deserve that."
"Deserve it?" he asked in a snide tone.
"What is all this?" she snapped.
