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He disconnected.
She waved to the evidence collection techs who were suiting up on the perimeter of the site. She walked their way, diverting briefly to talk to two uniforms, young, possibly recent additions to the Patrol roster. “Canvass hospital security and nearby offices and stores for video. SD cards, though it’s better if you can upload it. Here.” She handed them one of her business cards, which included instructions on secure uploads to her NYPD database for video evidence.
A whole new world …
“Yes, ma’am,” they said simultaneously … and a bit eerily.
They walked off briskly, and Sachs joined the trio of collection officers. Rhyme wanted his evidence, but there wouldn’t be much. They had to wait until the mast was stable enough to climb, and even then the only prize would be the melted delivery system. And what would that yield?
They’d identified the drone, Rhyme had told her in a text, but it was a common model, with more than a thousand units sold in the past year. Oh, the Watchmaker might have been nearby to fly the UAV to its perch but, then again, he could have sat in his living room a mile away and directed the machine to the crane.
A voice intruded. “Miss? Policeman? Woman?”
She turned to see the patient whose baby she’d just helped deliver. She was in a wheelchair; an orderly had pushed her here.
“I’m MaryJeanne. Two n’s. McAllister. We never met, notofficial.” They shook hands. Her dark hair, flyaway earlier, was pulled back in a taut ponytail.
Sachs looked down at the tiny child, swaddled and snoozing. You can’t really say they’re cute or pretty at this stage, so she didn’t. She asked, “How are you both doing?”
“She’s good. I still hurt. But I can’t take anything. Not with …” She nodded downward. “You know, I’ll be nursing. I was … a little loud. Sorry about that.”
“You were fine, truly.”
“You see that thing?” she whispered, nodding at the crane. “I thought it was over.”
“So did I,” Sachs said. “You have somebody coming to take you home?”
“My husband. The baby was a surprise. Well, I don’t meanthatway. I mean she was way early. He was out of town, but he’s driving back now.”
“You need another blanket?”
“I’m good. You know, we never came up with a girl name we liked. We had a dozen for boys. Troy, Erik with a ‘k.’ Tate … But nothing for girls. So. How would you feel, I mean would it be okay if we named her after you?”
Sachs couldn’t help but smile at the charming gesture. “My name’s Amelia.”
MaryJeanne cocked her head, then she frowned. “No. Don’t like it. Got anything else?”
Sachs’s smile became a stifled laugh. “My last name’s Sachs, and you don’t want that one. Hey. How about something a little different?”
“What?”
“My husband’s last name. Rhyme.”
“Like what songs do?”
“That’s right.”
“Yeah. I like that one. Rhyme McAllister. I could go with that.”
Sachs looked a final time at the baby. The tiny thing was quiet, no longer crying for the moment, and completely enwrapped in naïve sleep and in the enviable ignorance of the evil that had been a part of her arrival on this earth.
43.
AMELIA SACHS WASwatching a crane—a mobile one, not a tower—lift to the ground detached segments of the mast and jib that had been leaning against St. Francis. Soon the portion of the trolley that had been largely melted by the HF acid would be accessible.
The odds of collecting helpful evidence?
Not great, but maybe they’d get a brand name of a circuit board, or they’d find that this acid concentration was unique—and therefore easier to source.
