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.I was waiting forlunchtime.About noon. Nikki looked up the block atthe bank clock.That wouldhave been almost an hour ago.She felt a hot trail going coldby the minute. Sorry, Detective Heat, said the paramedic. You regoing to have to continue this later. Heat thanked GlenWindsor for his time as theywheeled him to the back ofthe ambulance.Then sheappointed one of the uniformsto ride with him and stay byhis side at the hospital untilshe got there. Got your gas source righthere, said the FDNYsupervisor when Nikki came back inside Windsor s Locks,using the door this time.Hepointed to the open metalhatch on the heating unitembedded flush in the wall ofthe shop.He had to shout overthe din of the ventilator fans. See here? Pilot s out, thecombustion motor s beendisconnected, and somebodypulled the stopper plug out ofthe test feed joint.Nothing tostop the gas and nothing to burn it off, so it just streamedout and filled the room.Idon t want to think aboutwhat this could have done. Detectives Feller, Malcolm,and Reynolds arrived to assistthem in the search for clues. And by clues, you meanstring, right? asked Rook. Cause it don t mean a thing ifit ain t got that string. Let s just strike a matchand end this, said Reynolds to Malcolm.The first wave of the searchyielded none of the earmarksof the prior crime scenes.Asthe fire crew declared theatmosphere safe enough toturn off their fans, Heat staredat the one positioned at theopen back exit and asked thesupervisor to find out if hismen opened the doorthemselves or found it ajar. Found it that way, said the uniform next to her.Officer Strazzullo had beenamong the patrolmen that Heatsent to cover the alley thencalled back for the evacuation. When we accessed thealleyway, the back door to theshop stood open about yay. He sectioned about eighteeninches of air with his hands. Dang, said DetectiveFeller to Heat. Bet you almosthad him, and he booked. Raley asked her, Youthink he could have been inhere when we rolled up? Heat didn t say anything.Instead, she stepped out theopen door to the alley.Therest followed, and when theyjoined her, Nikki stood besidea Dumpster positioned underthe fire escape ladder leadingto the roof. OfficerStrazzullo, was this bin herewhen you arrived? Sorry, I don t recall. Can I play out thisscenario? asked Feller. Ourkiller s inside when youapproach, Detective Heat.Youinterrupt his job on thelocksmith Uh-oh! andflush him out the back door.He hides behind thisDumpster& The detectiveacted it out, tracing steps fromthe back door and hidingbehind the bin. He s here when Strazzullo arrives thisclose to a collar but then thecavalry gets called back outfront and he gets away. Looks like an escape setupto me, said Ochoa, eyeballingthe short distance from theDumpster lid to the fire escapeladder. Right after Strazzy gotcalled away to work theevacuation, our boy climbedup on the bin, and poof. Could be how he came and went, both, agreed Raley.Detective Heat boostedherself on top of the bin andascended the fire escapeladder with teeth clenched.Oneach rung, she silently voicedanger and frustration at thekiller being this close tocapture if he truly had beenthere.If.The others followed her up,and they all walked the roof in a line, searching the flat, grimysurface for anything that toldthem if.They found it at the far endof the rooftop.Everyone sawit at the same time.And knew.One end of a length of redstring had been tied to theknob of the door to the accessstairs and fluttered in thewarm breeze.The string hadmany colors, following thepattern of the other homicides. Red was tied to yellow.Yellow was fastened topurple.And purple wasknotted to a new piece ofstring, this one green.Heat had already stationedofficers to cover all exits ofthis building, including thestairwell.Silently, she drewher service piece and held itup at-ready beside the door.All but Rook, who wasunarmed, did the same and took tactical positions.Shenodded, and Detective Felleryanked the door open.Inside,at the top of the steps, stoodOfficer Strazzullo and hispartner.Everyone holstered.They looked down at thethreshold at a broken piece ofcinder block.Feller bent, andwhen he lifted it, a small pieceof paper, slightly larger than apostage stamp, that had beenunderneath it fluttered off in the wind.Raley chased thescrap across the roof so itwouldn t blow away, andpicked it up with his gloves.Everyone stood around himin a huddle to see it.Thepaper, about an inch square,was blank on one side andhad a color image on theother.It looked as if a smallsection from a photocopy ofan oil painting had been cutwith scissors [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I was waiting forlunchtime.About noon. Nikki looked up the block atthe bank clock.That wouldhave been almost an hour ago.She felt a hot trail going coldby the minute. Sorry, Detective Heat, said the paramedic. You regoing to have to continue this later. Heat thanked GlenWindsor for his time as theywheeled him to the back ofthe ambulance.Then sheappointed one of the uniformsto ride with him and stay byhis side at the hospital untilshe got there. Got your gas source righthere, said the FDNYsupervisor when Nikki came back inside Windsor s Locks,using the door this time.Hepointed to the open metalhatch on the heating unitembedded flush in the wall ofthe shop.He had to shout overthe din of the ventilator fans. See here? Pilot s out, thecombustion motor s beendisconnected, and somebodypulled the stopper plug out ofthe test feed joint.Nothing tostop the gas and nothing to burn it off, so it just streamedout and filled the room.Idon t want to think aboutwhat this could have done. Detectives Feller, Malcolm,and Reynolds arrived to assistthem in the search for clues. And by clues, you meanstring, right? asked Rook. Cause it don t mean a thing ifit ain t got that string. Let s just strike a matchand end this, said Reynolds to Malcolm.The first wave of the searchyielded none of the earmarksof the prior crime scenes.Asthe fire crew declared theatmosphere safe enough toturn off their fans, Heat staredat the one positioned at theopen back exit and asked thesupervisor to find out if hismen opened the doorthemselves or found it ajar. Found it that way, said the uniform next to her.Officer Strazzullo had beenamong the patrolmen that Heatsent to cover the alley thencalled back for the evacuation. When we accessed thealleyway, the back door to theshop stood open about yay. He sectioned about eighteeninches of air with his hands. Dang, said DetectiveFeller to Heat. Bet you almosthad him, and he booked. Raley asked her, Youthink he could have been inhere when we rolled up? Heat didn t say anything.Instead, she stepped out theopen door to the alley.Therest followed, and when theyjoined her, Nikki stood besidea Dumpster positioned underthe fire escape ladder leadingto the roof. OfficerStrazzullo, was this bin herewhen you arrived? Sorry, I don t recall. Can I play out thisscenario? asked Feller. Ourkiller s inside when youapproach, Detective Heat.Youinterrupt his job on thelocksmith Uh-oh! andflush him out the back door.He hides behind thisDumpster& The detectiveacted it out, tracing steps fromthe back door and hidingbehind the bin. He s here when Strazzullo arrives thisclose to a collar but then thecavalry gets called back outfront and he gets away. Looks like an escape setupto me, said Ochoa, eyeballingthe short distance from theDumpster lid to the fire escapeladder. Right after Strazzy gotcalled away to work theevacuation, our boy climbedup on the bin, and poof. Could be how he came and went, both, agreed Raley.Detective Heat boostedherself on top of the bin andascended the fire escapeladder with teeth clenched.Oneach rung, she silently voicedanger and frustration at thekiller being this close tocapture if he truly had beenthere.If.The others followed her up,and they all walked the roof in a line, searching the flat, grimysurface for anything that toldthem if.They found it at the far endof the rooftop.Everyone sawit at the same time.And knew.One end of a length of redstring had been tied to theknob of the door to the accessstairs and fluttered in thewarm breeze.The string hadmany colors, following thepattern of the other homicides. Red was tied to yellow.Yellow was fastened topurple.And purple wasknotted to a new piece ofstring, this one green.Heat had already stationedofficers to cover all exits ofthis building, including thestairwell.Silently, she drewher service piece and held itup at-ready beside the door.All but Rook, who wasunarmed, did the same and took tactical positions.Shenodded, and Detective Felleryanked the door open.Inside,at the top of the steps, stoodOfficer Strazzullo and hispartner.Everyone holstered.They looked down at thethreshold at a broken piece ofcinder block.Feller bent, andwhen he lifted it, a small pieceof paper, slightly larger than apostage stamp, that had beenunderneath it fluttered off in the wind.Raley chased thescrap across the roof so itwouldn t blow away, andpicked it up with his gloves.Everyone stood around himin a huddle to see it.Thepaper, about an inch square,was blank on one side andhad a color image on theother.It looked as if a smallsection from a photocopy ofan oil painting had been cutwith scissors [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]