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The others left.
The blond officer, Wilkes, covered Alonzo and Sachs as they shouldered their way through the door--thank God, unlocked. She dropped to a crouch inside, sweeping with light and muzzle. Wilkes followed.
It occurred to her just as she breached the portal that the perp was probably certifiably crazy and might have decided to hang around and kill some blue, in a suicidal fit.
But no gunshots.
Listening.
No sounds.
Was Ellis dead? If so, she hoped he'd died from the hanging, not the flames.
The three now started jogging through the corridor, Sachs trying to stay oriented and keeping in mind--in general--where the smoke had been coming from. The factory was decrepit and it stank of mold. Near the entrance, the walls were decorated with graffiti, and there was a collection of used condoms, spent matches, needles and cigarette butts on the floor. Not a lot, though, and Sachs supposed that even the most desperate johns and addicts knew what a toxic-waste Superfund site was and that there were healthier places to shoot up or get a blow job.
Signs above or beside the doors: Machine Operations. Fissile Research. Radiation Badge Testing Center--Do Not Pass Checkpoint B Without Test.
"Funny, Detective," the man beside her said, gasping from the jog.
"What's that, Alonzo?"
"No smoke here."
True. Odd.
The black column had been quite thick, rising into the sky from a source very close. But there was no smoke directly around them.
Hell, she thought. This was a facility that had fabricated radioactive materials. Maybe at the end of this corridor they would find a thick, and impenetrable, security door, keeping the smoke out--but barring their way, as well.
They came to an L in the hallway, and paused at the juncture but only for a moment. Sachs crouched and went low, sweeping her gun forward.
Wilkes covered her again, with Alonzo going wide.
Nothing but emptiness.
Her radio crackled. "Patrol Four Eight Seven Eight. Gap in the fence in the back, K. A local outside said he saw white male, heavyset, beard, exit five minutes ago, running. Bag or backpack. Didn't see where he went or if he had wheels."
"K," Sachs whispered. "Call it in to the local precinct and ESU. Anyone in the back of the building? Source of fire?"
No one answered. But another officer radioed that the fire department had just arrived and were through the chain link.
Sachs and her colleagues continued up the dogleg of a corridor. Keep going, keep going, she told herself, breathing hard.
They were almost to the back of the wing. Ahead of them was a door. It wasn't as intimidating or impenetrable as she'd expected: just a standard wooden one and actually slightly ajar. Yet still there was no smoke, which meant there had to be another room, on the other side of this portal, sealed up, where the victim would be.
Sprinting now, Sachs ran through the doorway, pushing forward fast to find the chamber that was in flames.
And, with a breathtaking thud, she slammed directly into Robert Ellis, knocking him off the wooden box. He screamed in terror.
"Jesus Lord," she cried. Then to her backup: "In here, fast!"
She clutched Ellis around the waist and lifted hard to keep the pressure of the noose off his neck. Damn, he was heavy.
While Wilkes covered them once more--there was no certainty that the fleeing man was the perp or, if he was, that he was operating alone--Sachs and the other officer lifted Ellis up; Alonzo worked the noose off and pulled the blindfold from his eyes, which scanned the room frantically, like a terrified animal's.
Ellis was choking and sobbing. "Thank you, thank you! God, I was going to die!"
She looked around her. No fire. Here or in an adjacent room. What the hell was going on?
