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Baker said, "You think of everything, don't you?"
"What's so miraculous about timepieces," Duncan said, gazing at the moon-faced clock, "is that none of them ever has more or fewer parts than is needed to do what the watchmaker intends. Nothing missing, but nothing superfluous." He added in a soft voice, "It's pure perfection, wouldn't you say?"
Amelia Sachs and Ron Pulaski were slogging through the cold streets of lower Manhattan, and she was reflecting that sometimes the biggest hurdles in a case weren't from the perps but from bystanders, witnesses and victims.
They were following up on one of the clues that had been uncovered in the church, receipts from a parking garage not far from the pier where the first victim had died. But the attendant was unhelpful. Lady, no, he no familiar. Nobody look like him I remember. Ahmed--maybe he saw him. . . . Oh, but he not here today. No, I don't know his phone number. . . .
And so it went.
Frustrated, Sachs nodded toward a restaurant adjacent to the parking garage. She said, "Maybe he stopped in there. Let's give it a try."
Just then her radio crackled. She recognized Sellitto's voice. "Amelia, you copy?"
She grabbed Pulaski's arm and turned up the volume, so they both could hear. "Go ahead, K."
"Where are you?"
"Downtown. The parking garage didn't pan out. We're going to canvass a couple of restaurants."
"Forget it. Get up to Three Two Street and Seven Avenue. Fast. Dennis Baker's found a lead. Looks like the next vic's in an office building there."
"Who is she?"
"We're not sure exactly. We'll probably have to sweep the whole place. We've got Arson and the bomb squad on the way--she's the one he's going to burn to death. Man, I hope we're in time. Anyway, get up there now."
"We'll be there in fifteen minutes."
The fire department was sending two dozen men and women into the twenty-seven-story midtown building. And Bo Haumann was assembling five ESU entry teams--expanded ones, six cops each, rather than the typical four--to do a floor-by-floor search.
Sachs's drive here had taken closer to a half hour, thanks to holiday traffic. Not a huge delay but the extra fifteen minutes made a big difference: She'd missed a spot on an entry team. Amelia Sachs was officially a crime scene detective but her heart was also with tactical teams, the ones who went through the perps' doors first.
If they found the Watchmaker here, it would've been her last chance for a take-down before she quit the force. She supposed she'd see some excitement in her new job as security specialist at Argyle, but the local law enforcers would surely get most of the tactical fun.
Sachs and Pulaski now ran from the car to the command post at the back door of the office building.
"Any sign of him?" she asked Haumann.
The grizzled man shook his head. "Not yet. We had a sequence on a video camera in the lobby of somebody kind of looked like the composite, carrying a bag. But we don't know if he left or not. There're two back and two side door exits that aren't alarmed and aren't scanned by cameras."
"You evacuating?" a man's voice asked.
Sachs turned around. It was Detective Dennis Baker.
"Just started," Haumann explained.
"How'd you find him?" Sachs asked.
Baker said, "That warehouse with the green paint--he used it as a staging area. I found some notes and a map of this building."
The policewoman was still angry about Baker's spying on her but solid police work deserves credit and she nodded to him and said, "Good job."
"Nothing inspired," he replied with a smile. "Just pounding the pavement. And a little bit of luck." Baker's eyes rose to the building as he pulled his gloves on.
Chapter 30
Sitting in her cubicle, Sarah Stanton heard another squawk over the building's public address system above her head.
It was a running joke in the office that the company put some kind of filter on the speakers that made the transmissions completely unintelligible. She turned back to her computer, calling, "What're they saying? I can't make heads or tails of it."
