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He started forward.
Sachs grabbed him by the
flak jacket.
"What?" he asked.
"It's not secure yet," she snapped. She nodded to the living room. "Check the fire escape from there. See if he's outside. And be careful. He might be targeting the window."
The rookie ran to the front of the room and looked out fast. He called, "Nope. Might've gotten away." He radioed ESU outside to check the alley behind the hotel.
Sachs debated. But she couldn't wait any longer. She had to save the girl. She started forward.
But then stopped fast. Despite the horrifying suffocation, Charlotte's daughter was sending her a message. She was shaking her head no, which Sachs took to mean that this was an ambush. The daughter looked to her right, indicating where Allerton, or somebody, was hiding, probably waiting to shoot.
Sachs dropped into a crouch. "Whoever's in the bedroom, drop your weapon! Lie down, face forward in the middle of the room! Now."
Silence.
The poor girl thrashed, eyes bulging.
"Drop the weapon now!"
Nothing.
Several ESU officers had come up. One hefted a flashbang grenade, designed to disorient attackers. But people can still shoot if they're deafened and blinded. Sachs was worried that he'd hit the girl if he started pumping bullets indiscriminately. She shook her head to the ESU officer and aimed into the bedroom through the door. She had to get him and now; the child had no time left.
But the girl was shaking her head again. She struggled to control the convulsions and looked to Sachs's right, then down.
Even though she was dying, she was directing Sachs's fire.
Sachs adjusted her aim--it was much farther to the right than she would have guessed. If she'd fired at the place she'd been inclined to, a shooter would've known her position and possibly hit her with return fire.
The girl nodded.
Still, Sachs hesitated. Was the girl really sending her this message? The child was revealing discipline that few adults could muster, and Sachs didn't dare misinterpret it; the risk of hurting an innocent was too great.
But then she recalled the look in the girl's eyes the first time she'd seen her, in the car near the alley by Cedar Street. There, she'd seen hope. Here, she saw courage.
Sachs gripped her pistol firmly and fired six rounds in a circular pattern where the girl was indicating. Without waiting to see what she'd hit she leapt into the room, ESU officers behind her.
"Get the girl!" she shouted, sweeping the area to her right--the bathroom and closet--with her Glock. One ESU trooper covered the room with his MP-5 machine gun as the other officers pulled the girl to safety on the floor and ripped the tape off her face. Sachs heard the rasp of her desperate inhalation, then sobbing.
Sachs flung open the closet door and stepped aside as the man's corpse--hit four times--tumbled out. She kicked aside his weapon and cleared the closet and the bathroom, then--not taking any chances--the shower stall, the space under the bed and the fire escape too.
A minute later the entire suite was clear. Charlotte, red-faced with fury and sobbing, was sitting handcuffed on the couch and the girl was in the hallway being given oxygen by medics; she'd suffered no serious injuries, they reported.
Charlotte would say nothing about the Watchmaker, and a preliminary search of the rooms gave no indication where he might be. Sachs found an envelope containing $250,000 cash, which suggested that he'd be coming here to collect a fee. She radioed Sellitto downstairs and had him clear the street of all emergency vehicles and set up hidden takedown teams.
Rhyme was on his way in his van and Sachs called to tell him to take the back entrance. She then went into the hallway to check on the girl.
"How you doing?"
"Okay, I guess. My face hurts."
"They took the tape off pretty fast, I'll bet."
"Yeah, kinda."
