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Med techs ran to Deng to check him out. The vest had indeed stopped the slug but the impact might have cracked a rib or two. "I'm sorry," he gasped to Sachs. "I just reacted."
"Your first firefight?"
He nodded.
She smiled. "Welcome to the club." The medic helped him up and they took him out to be examined more thoroughly in an EMS bus.
Sachs and two ESU officers
cleared the apartment and found a young, panicked boy, about eight, in the bathroom. With the help of a Chinese-American cop from the Fifth Precinct to translate, the medics checked the siblings out and found that neither of them had been hurt or molested by the Ghost's partner.
Sachs glanced back into the alley, where another medic and two uniformed officers stood over the corpse of the assailant. "I have to process the body," she reminded them. "I don't want it disturbed more than necessary."
"Sure, Officer," came the reply.
Nearby, Sonny Li patted his pockets and finally located his pack of cigarettes. If he hadn't found any she wouldn't've been surprised to see him rifle the dead man's pockets.
*
Putting on her Tyvek suit to search the crime scenes, Amelia Sachs glanced up to see Li walking toward her.
She laughed to see the cheery grin on the little man. "How?" she asked.
"How what?"
"How the hell d'you figure out the Wus were here?"
"I ask you same thing."
"You tell me first." She sensed he was eager to brag--and she was happy to let him.
"Okay." He finished the cigarette and lit another. "Way I work in China. I go places, talk to people. Tonight I go to gambling halls, three of them. Lose some money, win some money, drink. And talk and talk. Finally meet guy at poker table, carpenter. Fuzhounese. He tell me about man come in earlier, nobody know him. Complaining to everybody about women, about what he had to do for family 'cause wife sick and broke arm. Bragging about money he going make. Then he say he on Dragon this morning and rescue everybody when it sink. Had to be Wu. Liver-spleen disharmony, I'm saying. He say he living nearby. I ask around and find about this block. Lots meet-and-greet snakeheads put people here who just arrive. I come over and look around, ask people, see if anybody know anything and find out family--just like Wus--move in today. I check out building and look through back window and see guy with gun. Hey, you look in back window first, Hongse?"
"No, I didn't."
"Maybe you should done that. That good rule. Always look in back window first."
"I should have, Sonny." She nodded in the direction of the dead shooter.
"Too bad he not alive," Li said glumly. "Could been helpful."
"You don't really torture people to get them to talk, do you?" she asked.
But the Chinese cop just gave a cryptic smile. He asked, "Hongse, how you find Wus?"
Sachs explained to Li how they'd found the Wus through the wife's injury.
Li nodded, impressed with Rhyme's deductions. "But what happen to Ghost?"
Sachs explained about the premature gunshot and the snakehead's escape.
"Coe?"
"That's right," she agreed.
"Big fuck . . . . I not like that man, I'm saying. When he over in China at meeting in Fuzhou we not trust him much. Walk into room and not like us, nobody there. Talk like we children, want to do case against Ghost by himself. Talk bad about immigrants. Disappear at times when we need him." Li looked over the Tyvek overalls. He frowned. "Why you wear that suit, Hongse?"
"So I don't contaminate the evidence."
