Cornwell, Patricia - Kay Scarpetta 06 - From Potter's Field.txt

by From Potter's Field (lit)

  'Then you hope to grab him somewhere inside that station,' I said.

  'That's what we hope,' Wesley said. 'We'll have guys out there in the dark. HRT will be out there and all around. The bottom line is we want to grab him away from people.'

  'Of course,' I said.

  Maier was watching us closely. 'How did you figure out the lady from the park was his sister?' he asked, looking straight at me.

  I gave him a quick summary, adding, 'We'll use DNA to verify it.'

  'Not from what I heard,' he said. 'I heard they lost her blood and shit at the morgue.'

  'Where did you hear that?' I asked.

  'I know a bunch of guys who work over there. You know, detectives in the Missing Persons Division for NYPD.'

  'We will get her identified,' I said, watching him closely.

  'Well, you ask me, it's a shame if they figure it out.'

  Commander Penn was listening carefully. I sensed she and I were arriving at the same conclusion.

  'Why would you say that?' she asked him.

  Maier was getting angry. 'Because the way the stinking system works in this stinking city is we nab the asshole here, right? So he gets charged with killing that lady because there isn't enough evidence to convict him of killing Jimmy Davila. And we don't have capital punishment in New York. And the case just gets weaker if the lady's got no name - if no one knows who she is.'

  'It sounds as if you're saying you want the case to be weak,' Wesley said.

  'Yeah. It sounds that way because I do.'

  Marino was staring at him with no expression. He said, 'The toad whacked Davila with his own service revolver. The way it ought to work is Gault ought to fry.'

  'You're damn right he should.' Maier's jaw muscles clenched. 'He wasted a cop. A goddam good cop who's getting accused of a bunch of bullshit because that's what happens when you get killed in the line of duty. People, politicians, internal affairs - they speculate. Everybody's got an agenda. The whole world does. We'd all be better off if Gault gets tried in Virginia, not here.'

  He looked at me again. I knew what had happened to Jayne's biological samples. Detective Maier had gotten his friends at the morgue to do him a favor in honor of their slain comrade. Though what they had done was terribly wrong, I almost could not blame them.

  'You got the electric chair in Virginia, where Gault's also committed murders,' he said. 'And word has it that the Doc here breaks the record for getting these animals convicted of capital murder. Only if the bastard gets tried in New York, you probably won't be testifying, right?' 'I don't know,' I said.

  'See. She don't know. That means forget it.' He looked around at everyone as if he'd argued his case and there could be no rebuttal. 'The asshole needs to go to Virginia and get cooked, if he don't get nailed here first by one of us.'

  'Detective Maier,' Commander Penn quietly said, 'I need to see you in private. Let's go back to my office.' They left and went through a door in back. She would pull him from the assignment because he could not be controlled. She would give him a Complaint and he would probably be suspended. 'We're out of here,' Wesley said. 'Yeah,' Marino said. 'Next time you see us it will be on TV.' He referred to the monitors around the control room.

  I was taking off my coat and gloves and about to talk to Lucy when the door in back opened and Maier emerged. He walked with quick, angry strides until he got to me.

  'Do it for Jimbo,' he said with emotion. 'Don't let that asshole get away with it.'

  The veins were standing out in his neck and he looked up at the ceiling. 'I'm sorry.' He blinked back tears and almost could not talk as he flung open the door and left.

  'Lucy?' I said, and we were alone. She was typing and concentrating intensely.

  'Hi,' she said.

  I went to her and kissed the top of her head.

  'Have a seat,' she said without looking away from what she was doing.

  I scanned monitors. There were arrows for Manhattan-bound, Brooklyn-, Bronx- and Queens-bound trains and an intricate grid showing streets, schools and medical centers. All were numbered. I sat beside her and got my glasses out of my briefcase as Commander Penn reappeared, her face stressed.

  'That was no fun to do,' she said, standing behind us, the pistol on her belt almost touching my ear.

  'What are these flashing symbols that look like twisted ladders?' I asked, pointing out several on the screen.

  'They're the emergency exits,' Commander Penn said.

  'Can you explain what you're doing here?' I asked.

  'Lucy, I'll let you do that,' the commander said.

  'It's really pretty simple,' Lucy said, and I never believed her when she said that. 'I'm supposing that Gault is looking at these maps, too. So I'm letting him see what I want him to see.'

  She hit several keys and another part of the subway was there before me, with its symbols and long linear depictions of tracks. She typed and a hatch work appeared in red.

  This is the route we believe he'll take,' she said. 'Logic would tell you that he'll penetrate the subway here.'

  Lucy pointed to the monitor left of the one directly in front of her. 'This is for the Museum of Natural History station. And as you can see there are three emergency exits right here near Hayden Planetarium and one up by Beresford Apartments. He also could go southbound closer to Kenilworth Apartments and get into the tunnels that way and then pick any platform he wants when it's time to get on a train.

  'I haven't altered anything on these field surveys,' Lucy went on. 'It's more important to confuse him at the other end, when he gets to the Bowery.'

  She rapidly typed and one after another images appeared on each monitor. She was able to tilt, move and manipulate them as if they were models she was turning in her hands. On the center screen in front of her the symbol for an emergency exit was lit up and a square had been drawn around it.

  'We think this is his snake hole,' Lucy resumed. 'It is an emergency exit where Fourth and Third merge into the Bowery.' She pointed. 'Here behind this big brownstone. The Cooper Union Foundation Building.'

  Commander Penn spoke. The reason we think he has been using this exit is we've discovered it has been tampered with. A folded strip of aluminum foil has been wedged between the door and its frame so someone could access the exit from above ground.

  'It's also the closest exit to the pharmacy,' Commander Penn continued. It's remote, back here behind this building, basically in an alleyway between Dumpsters. Gault could go in and out whenever he pleased, and it's unlikely anyone would see him, even in broad daylight.'

  'And there's another thing,' Lucy said. 'At Cooper Square there's a famous music store. The Carl Fischer Music Store.'

  'Right,' Commander Penn said. 'Someone who works there recalls Jayne. Now and then she wandered in and browsed. This would have been during December.'

  'Did anyone talk to her?' I asked, and the image made me sad.

  'All they recalled was that she was interested in jazz sheet music. My point is, we don't know what Gault's connections to this area are. But they could be more involved than we think.'

  'What we've done,' Lucy said, 'is take away this emergency exit. The police have bolted it shut, and boom.'

  She hit more keys. The symbol was no longer lit up and a message next to it said Disabled.

  'It seems that might be a good location to catch him,' I said. 'Why don't we want him there behind the Cooper Union Building?'

  'Again,' the commander said, 'it's too close to a crowded area, and should Gault duck back into the tunnel, he would be very deep inside it. Literally, in the bowels of the Bowery. A pursuit would be terribly dangerous and we might not catch him. My guess is he knows his way around down there even better than we do.'

  'All right,' I said. 'Then what happens?'

  'What happens is, since he can't use his favorite emergency exit, he has two choices. He can pick another exit that's farther north along the tracks. Or he can continue walking through the tunnels and surface at the Se
cond Avenue platform.'

  'We don't think he'll pick another emergency exit,' Commander Penn said. 'It would place him above ground too long. And with a parade in progress, he's going to know there will be a lot of cops out. So our theory is he will stay in the tunnels for as long as he can.'

  'Right,' Lucy said. 'It's perfect. He knows the station has been temporarily closed. No one's going to see him when he comes up from the tracks. And then he's right there at the pharmacy - practically next door to it. He gets his money and goes back the same way he came.'

  'Maybe he will,' I said. 'And maybe he won't.'

  'He knows about the parade,' Lucy said adamantly. 'He knows the Second Avenue station is closed. He knows the emergency exit he's tampered with has been disabled. He knows everything we want him to know.'

  I looked skeptically at her. 'Please tell me how you can be so sure.'

  'I've worked it so I get a message the minute those files are accessed. I know all of them were and I know when.' Anger flashed in her eyes.

  'Someone else couldn't have?'

  'Not the way I rigged it.'

  'Kay,' Commander Penn said. 'There's another big part of all this. Look over here.' She directed my attention to the closed-circuit TV monitors set up on a long, high table. 'Lucy, show her.'

  Lucy typed, and the televisions came on, each showing a different subway station. I could see people walking past. Umbrellas were closed and tucked under arms, and I recognized shopping bags from Bloomingdale's, Dean & DeLuca food market and the Second Avenue Deli.

  'It's stopped raining,' I said.

  'Now watch this,' Lucy said.

  She typed more commands, synchronizing closed-circuit TV with the computerized diagrams. When one was on-screen, so was the other.

  'What I can do,' she explained, 'is act as an air traffic controller, in a sense. If Gault does something unexpected, I will be in constant contact with the cops, the feds, via radio.'

  'For example, if, God forbid, he should break free and head deep into the system, along these tracks here' - Commander Penn pointed to a map on screen - 'then Lucy can apprise police by radio that there is a wooden barricade coming up on the right. Or a platform edge, express train tracks, an emergency exit, a passageway, a signal tower.'

  'This is if he escapes and we must chase him through the hell where he killed Davila,' I said. 'This is if the worst happens.'

  Frances Penn looked at me. 'What is the worst when you're dealing with him?'

  'I pray we have already seen it,' I said.

  'You know that Transit's got a touch screen telephone system.' Lucy showed me. 'If the numbers are in the computer, you can dial anywhere in the world. And what's really cool is 911. If it's dialed above ground, the call goes to NYPD. If it's dialed in the subway, it comes to Transit Police.'

  'When do you close Second Avenue station?' I got up and said to Commander Penn.

  She looked at her watch. 'In a little less than an hour.'

  'Will the trains run?'

  'Of course,' she said, 'but they won't stop there.'

  20

  The March Against Crime began on time with fifteen church groups and a miscellaneous contingent of men, women and children who wanted to take their neighborhoods back. The weather had worsened and snow blew on frigid winds that drove more people into taxis and the subways because it was too cold to walk.

  At two-fifteen, Lucy, Commander Penn and I were in the control room, every monitor, television and radio turned on. Wesley was in one of several Bureau cars that ERF had painted to look like yellow cabs and equipped with radios, scanners, and other surveillance devices. Marino was on the street with Transit cops and plainclothes FBI. HRT was divided among the Dakota, the drugstore and Bleecker Street. We were unclear on the precise location of anyone because no one on the outside was standing still, and we were in here, not moving.

  'Why hasn't anyone called?' Lucy complained.

  'He hasn't been sighted,' said Commander Penn, and she was steady but uptight.

  'I assume the parade has started,' I said.

  Commander Penn said, 'It's on Lafayette, headed this way.'

  She and Lucy were wearing headphones that plugged into the base station on the console. They were on different channels.

  'All right, all right,' Commander Penn said, sitting up straighter. 'We've spotted him. The number seven platform,' she exclaimed to Lucy, whose fingers flew. 'He's just come in from a catwalk. He's entered the system from a tunnel that runs under the park.'

  Then the number seven platform was on black-and-white TV. We watched a figure in a long dark coat. He wore boots, a hat and dark glasses, and stood back from other passengers at the platform's edge. Lucy brought up another subway survey on the screen as Commander Penn stayed on the radio. I watched passengers walking, sitting, reading maps and standing. A train screamed by and got slower as it stopped. Doors opened and he got on.

  'Which way is he bound?' I asked.

  'South. He's coming this way,' Commander Penn said, excited.

  'He's on the A line,' Lucy said, studying her monitors. '

  'Right.' Commander Penn got on the air. 'He can only go as far as Washington Square,' she told someone. Then he can transfer and take the F line straight to Second Avenue.'

  Lucy said, 'We'll check one station after another.

  We don't know where he might get off. But he's got to get off somewhere so he can go back into the tunnels.'

  'He has to do that if he comes in the Second Avenue way,' Commander Penn relayed to the radio. 'He can't take the train in there because it's not stopping there.'

  Lucy manipulated the closed-circuit television monitors. At rapid intervals they showed a different station as a train we could not see headed toward us.

  'He's not at Forty-second,' she said. 'We don't see him at Penn Station or Twenty-third.'

  Monitors blinked on and off, showing platforms and people who did not know they were being watched.

  'If he stayed on that train he should be at Fourteenth Street,' Commander Penn said.

  But if he was, he did not disembark, or at least we did not see him. Then our luck suddenly changed in an unexpected way.

  'My God,' Lucy said. 'He's at Grand Central Station. How the hell did he get there?'

  'He must have turned east before we thought he would and cut through Times Square,' Commander Penn said.

  'But why?' Lucy said. 'That doesn't make sense.'

  Commander Penn radioed unit two, which was Benton Wesley. She asked him if Gault had called the pharmacy yet. She took her headphones off and set the microphone so we could hear what was said.

  'No, there's been no call,' came Wesley's reply.

  'Our monitors have just picked him up at Grand Central,' she explained.

  'What?'

  'I don't know why he's gone that way. But there are so many alternative routes he could take. He could get off anywhere for any reason.'

  'I'm afraid so,' Wesley said.

  'What about in South Carolina?' Commander Penn then asked.

  'Everything's ten-four. The bird has flown and landed,' Wesley said.

  Mrs. Gault had wired the money, or the Bureau had. We watched while her only son casually rode with other people who did not know he was a monster.

  'Wait a minute,' Commander Penn continued to broadcast information. 'He's at Fourteenth Street and Union Square, going south right at you.'

  It drove me crazy that we could not stop him. We could see him and yet it did no good.

  'It sounds like he's changing trains a lot,' Wesley said.

  Commander Penn said, 'He's 'gone again. The train's left. We've got Astor Place on-screen. That's the last stop unless he goes past us and gets out at the Bowery.'

  The train's stopping,' Lucy announced.

  We watched people in the monitors and did not see Gault.

  'All right, he must be staying on,' Commander Penn said into the microphone.

  'We've lost him,' Lucy said.

>   She changed pictures like a frustrated person flipping television channels. We did not see him.

  'Shit,' she muttered.

  'Where could he be?' The commander was baffled. 'He's got to get out somewhere. If he's going into the pharmacy, he can't use the exit at Cooper Union.' She looked at Lucy. 'That's it. Maybe he's going to try. But he won't get out. It's bolted. But he might not know.'

  She said. 'He's got to know. He read the electronic messages we sent.'