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The hour was late but Rhyme had called everyone together. Sellitto, Cooper, Pulaski and Baker.
Amelia Sachs was now looking them over.
She said, "We have a problem I want you to know about. Somebody's been tailing me and Ron. And Kathryn just told me that she thought she'd seen someone too."
The kinesics expert nodded.
Sachs then glanced at Pulaski. "You told me you thought you'd seen that Mercedes. Have you seen it again?"
"Nope. Not since this afternoon."
"How about you, Mel? Anything unusual?"
"I don't think so." The slim man pushed his glasses higher on his nose. "But I never pay attention. Lab techs aren't used to being tailed."
Sellitto said he thought he might've seen someone but wasn't sure.
"When you were in Brooklyn today, Dennis," Sachs asked Baker, "you get the feeling that somebody was watching you?"
He paused. "Me? I wasn't in Brooklyn."
She frowned. "But . . . you weren't?"
Baker shook his head. "No."
Sachs turned to Dance, who'd been studying Baker. The California agent nodded.
Sachs's hand strayed to her Glock and she turned toward Baker. "Dennis, keep your hands where we can see them."
His eyes went wide. "What?"
"We need to have a little talk."
None of the others in the room--who'd been briefed beforehand--gave any reaction, though Pulaski kept his hand near his own piece. Lon Sellitto stepped behind Baker.
"Hey, hey, hey," the man said, frowning and looking over his shoulder at the heavyset detective. "What is this?"
Rhyme said, "We want to ask you a few questions, Dennis."
What Kathryn Dance had felt worth mentioning was something very subtle and it wasn't that somebody'd been following her; Sachs had simply said that to keep Dennis Baker at ease. Dance recalled that earlier, when Baker had mentioned that he'd been at the scene in front of the florist's workshop, she'd observed him crossing his legs, avoiding eye contact and sitting in a position that suggested possible deception. His exact comment at that moment was that he'd just left the scene and couldn't recall if Spring Street had been reopened or not. Since he'd have no reason to lie about where he was, she didn't think anything of it at
the time.
But when Sachs mentioned that somebody had broken into her car at the scene--where Baker had been--she remembered the lieutenant's possibly deceptive behavior. Sachs had called Nancy Simpson, who'd been at the scene, and asked her what time Baker had left.
"Right after you, Detective," the officer had said.
But Baker had said he'd stayed for almost an hour.
Simpson added that she believed Baker had gone to Brooklyn. Sachs had asked him about being in the borough now to see if Dance could pick up signs of possible deception.
"You broke into my car and went through my purse," she said. Her voice was harsh. "And you asked a neighbor about me--pretending to be a cop I'd worked with."
Would he deny it? This could blow up in their faces if Dance and Sachs were wrong.
But Baker looked down at the floor. "Look, this's all a misunderstanding."
"You talked to my neighbor?" she asked angrily.
