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"Too much of a long shot," Rhyme said. "Waste of resources. It'll take days. Have a couple of officers from downtown check the ones closest to Chinatown but--"
"No, no, Loaban," Sonny Li interrupted. "You got to find that car. Number one thing you do. Fast."
Rhyme lifted a querying eyebrow.
The Chinese cop continued, "Find it now. Beemer, right? You call them Beemers. Put lots people on it. All your cops, I'm saying. Whole bunch."
"It'll take too much time," Rhyme muttered, irritated at the distraction. "We don't have the manpower. We'd have to find somebody in the corporation who was in charge of buying cars and, if it was leased, talk to the dealer's leasing agent, get the records and half of them wouldn't do it without a court order. I want to concentrate on finding the Changs and the Wus."
"No, Loaban," Li insisted. "The Ghost, he going to kill that driver. That what he doing now, looking for him."
"Nup, I'ma thinking you're wrong," Dellray said. "His pri-ority's killing the wits from the boat."
"What you mean 'wit'?"
"Witnesses," Sellitto explained.
Sachs agreed. "My take is that, sure, he's pissed about the driver leaving him and maybe he'll go after him if he has time later. But not now."
"No, no," Li said, shaking his head emphatically. "Important, I'm saying. Find man in Beemer."
"Why?" Sachs asked.
"Very clear. Very obvious. Get that driver. He lead you to snakehead. Maybe use him as bait to find Ghost."
"And what, Sonny," a testy Lincoln Rhyme muttered darkly, "is your basis for that conclusion. Where're the data to support it?"
"Lots data, I'm saying."
"What?"
The small man shrugged. "When I on bus coming to city this morning I saw sign."
"A road sign?" Rhyme asked. "What do you mean?"
"No, no, what you say it? I don't know . . . . " He spoke in Chinese to Eddie Deng.
The young detective said, "He means an omen."
"An omen?" Rhyme barked, as if he were tasting spoiled fish.
Li reached absently for his cigarettes then left them untouched when he saw Thom's sharp glance. He continued, "I am coming into
town on bus, I'm saying. I saw crow on road picking at food. Another crow tried steal it and first crow not just scare other away--he chase and try to peck eyes out. Not leave thief alone." Li raised his palms. This was, apparently, his entire argument.
"And?"
"Not clear, Loaban? What I say?"
"No, what you're saying isn't the least fucking bit clear."
"Okay, okay. I remember that crow now and I start thinking about Ghost and who he is and thinking about driver--man in fancy Beemer--and who he is. Well, he is enemy to Ghost. Like crow stealing food. The families--the Wus, the Changs--they not do anything bad to him personal, I'm saying. The driver . . . " Li frowned, looked frustrated and spoke again to Deng, who offered, " 'Betray'?"
"Yes, betray him. He now Ghost's enemy."
Lincoln Rhyme tried not to laugh. "Noted, Sonny." He turned back to Dellray and Sellitto. "Now--"
"I see your face, Loaban," Li said. "I not saying gods come down and give me sign of crows. But remembering birds make me think different way, open up my mind. Get wind flowing through it. That good, you not think?"
