“The hel am I tel ing you for? You a cop. You know how it is.”
“It’s okay,” I said.
“Yeah, it’s okay for you. Heading up?”
I nodded. She popped the gate a second time and I walked through it. The woman went back to her paper, clicking her nails and humming softly to herself.
Up on top, the platform was deserted-that is, if you didn’t count the twelve cops stationed on both sides of the tracks. A uniform stopped me as I got to the top of the stairs.
“I’m going to have to give you a quick pat down, sir.”
“No kidding.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You going to do this with every person taking the L today?”
I saw a touch of anger in the eyes, a flare of the nostrils. A lot of cops don’t like it when people ask them questions, especial y when they have someone running around shooting people for no apparent reason.
“Yes, sir,” the cop said. “Until we get some metal detectors, it’s going to be a pat down for every person who wants to ride the train.”
I wondered who came up with that bril iant idea, but decided to keep the rest of my thoughts to myself. “I’m here with Detective Rodriguez,” I said.
“Got a nine mil imeter on my hip. The license to carry it is in my back pocket.”
The cop took a half step back at the mention of a gun and jerked his hand toward his shoulder mike. I pointed to Rodriguez who had his back to me, about twenty yards down the platform.
“That’s Detective Rodriguez right there. Why don’t you cal him over?”
“Yes, sir, please keep your hands where I can see them.” The uniform hadn’t pul ed his gun yet and shot me, but I figured it to be just a matter of time. Fortunately, Rodriguez picked that moment to turn around.
“He’s with me, Officer.” Rodriguez motioned me in. The cop studied the detective. Then he stepped aside and I walked across the platform.
“Nice atmosphere up here today,” I said.
“What did you expect?”
“I don’t know, but this isn’t going to work.”
“You haven’t seen the worst.” Rodriguez walked me over to the railing. From Southport the elevated tracks snaked due east, bending down al eys and across people’s backyards, before turning south toward the Loop.
“Can you see them?”
Rodriguez pointed to a row of rooftops. I saw them, smal mounds, at least one hunkered down at the corner of several buildings along the run of tracks.
“So they real y put them in?” I said.
“Yup. Federal snipers, covering selected stations and then scattered along the entire route. They’re not ful y deployed yet. But, of course, they started here.”
“Press is going to love this.” I glanced up and down the street. “By the way, where is the Fourth Estate?”
Rodriguez grinned. “Wilson did get his way there. Pushed the fuckers back two blocks and completely off Southport. A security perimeter. No pictures of any of this. No bul shit live shots, either.”
I shook my head. “They’l get their pictures and they’l take the city apart for trying to keep them out of it.”
Rodriguez turned away from the street. “Right now, no one real y cares. The mayor just wants to get through today with no more bodies.”
“And you think this is going to work?”
The detective shrugged. “Wil it prevent him from hitting us again? Maybe not. But if he hits here, he’s a dead man. That much, I can guarantee.”
“That’s nice to hear, Detective.” We both turned to find Katherine Lawson walking toward us, badge around her neck, face pale and pinched. “Kel y, you want to walk with me for a minute?”
Lawson kept moving toward an empty end of the L platform. I fel in step.
“You want to put a bul et in this guy?”
I glanced at Lawson, who kept her eyes straight ahead as she spoke.
“Good morning to you, too, Agent Lawson.”
“Answer the question, Kel y.”
“I’m guessing a lot of people would like that,” I said.
Lawson stopped walking and jammed her hands into her pockets.
“I know it’s your mayor’s preferred solution,” she said. “And I don’t think my boss would mind it very much, either. Problem is…”
“Problem is, I’m not a hired gun. Even if I was, you have no idea who this guy is, where he is, or what he’s going to try next. And, by the way, for my money we’re talking two people here.”
“Maybe. Rodriguez already knows this, but I wanted you to hear it from me.”
“What’s that?”
“Most of the team wants you cut out of this investigation altogether.”
“And then there’s the people who want to put a bul ’s-eye on my back and use me as bait.”
“There is that faction, but the prevailing sentiment seems to be that you’re a distraction. Someone this guy picked out to screw up our focus.”
“And?”
“And therefore you’re going to be discarded.”
“At least you didn’t snicker when you said it.”
“Don’t take it personal y. Wel, maybe you should take it personal y. For what it’s worth, I disagree with their assessment.”
“How so?”
“Sometimes the Bureau skews facts to fit their theory of a case.”
“And you think that’s what they’re doing here?”
“Could be. This guy went out of his way to put you in the game. My gut tel s me it’s not something we should ignore.”
“So how can I help?”
“The phone cal yesterday. You said he mentioned something about Homer.”
“You mean glory and suffering? Zero-sum game?”
“Yeah, what was that al about?”
“You real y want to know?”
“I asked.”
“He was talking about the Iliad and the ancient concept of honor. According to the Greeks, you only earned honor through action, by defeating your opponent. And your measure of honor was in equal measure to the amount of pain you inflicted.”
“Zero-sum game?” Lawson said.
“Exactly.”
“So this guy is going to extract as much pain as he can.”
“If we were in Greece in the eighth century B.C., yes, that’s exactly what he’d do.”
“Great. And I assume you have no idea how any of that connects up to what we’ve got going on here?”
“If it was that easy, I’d have spoken up yesterday.”
“Not sure I believe that.” Lawson leaned a hip against the railing and looked out over Chicago’s rooftops. A federal agent looked back at us through the scope of his weapon.
“People are going to go crazy when they see this,” she said.
“Yes, they are.”
“I dug a little dirt on you, talked to people who have actual y worked with you in the field.”
“And?”
“Some say you have good instincts. The rest say you’re just lucky. And those are your friends.”
“What do you say?”
