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Dance and Sellitto seemed unmoved by this but Baker blinked. Sachs was trying to control her temper.
Baker asked, "Why weren't you going to do anything with the next one?"
"Because . . . he was going to burn her to death."
"Jesus," Baker muttered.
"Is he armed?" Rhyme asked.
Vincent nodded. "He's got a gun. A pistol."
"A thirty-two?"
"I don't know."
"What's he driving?" Sellitto asked.
"It's a dark blue Buiek. It's stolen. A couple years old."
"License plates?"
"I don't know. Really. He just stole it."
"Put out an EVL," Rhyme ordered. Sellitto called it in.
Dance leapt in with, "And what else?" She sensed something.
"What do you mean?"
"What about the car upsets you?"
He looked down. "I think he killed the owner. I didn't know he was going to. I really didn't."
"Where?"
"He didn't tell me."
Cooper sent out a request for any reports of recent carjackings, homicides or missing persons.
"And . . ." Vincent swallowed. His leg was bouncing faintly again.
"What?" Baker asked.
"He killed somebody else too. This college student, I think, a kid. In an alley around the corner from the church, near Tenth Avenue."
"Why?"
"He saw us coming out of the church. Duncan stabbed him and put the body in a Dumpster."
Cooper phoned the local precinct house to check this out.
"Let's have him call Duncan," Sellitto said, nodding at Vincent. "We could trace his mobile."
"His phone won't work. He takes the battery and SIM chip out when we're not actually . . . you know, working."
Working . . .
"He said you can't trace it that way."
