'They'll think I'm pretending to be somebody else.'
'I'll write you a note to verify that you are who you say you are and that it's your coat.'
She was holding the group of hangers with an upstretched arm so none of the clothes would drag on the wet pavement. She glanced to her left to see if any cars were coming and prepared to take the first step across the driveway when he appeared at her right side.
'I need to talk to you for five minutes. Get in your car.' He took her free arm and guided her toward the car.
Elizabeth knew that this was one of the moments when life was shakily balanced on what she said or did next. As long as he was close enough to touch her, she was in mortal danger. He was also being hunted by his enemies, and that, for this moment at least, made them her enemies. If they came for him now, she would die too. She had no choice but to hurry through the light rain toward her car, but as she went, she said, 'You and I don't have anything to talk about. You're putting me in danger, and I don't like it.'
They were at the back door behind the driver's seat. The button clicked up. He took her cleaning out of her hand, hung the hangers on the hook in the back seat, and got into the car behind the wheel. He held his hand out.
She hesitated for a second, aware of all of the people who might be looking at her right now. She could scream. She could run. She placed the keys in the palm of his hand, then hurried to the passenger side and got in. She said, 'If anybody sees me with you, my career is over.'
He pulled the car out of the lot and drove up the street. 'If anybody sees me with you, both our lives are over. They'll kill me for talking to the Justice Department, and you because you know whatever I told you.' He looked in each of the mirrors, returned to the one on the left side for a few seconds, seemed to eliminate a possibility, and looked ahead again. 'It doesn't look as though we've been spotted. As long as that cleaner isn't robbed so somebody has to watch the security tape, we're probably okay.'
'What do you want?'
'I know we're not exactly best friends, but why are you pissed off?'
'You're a murderer. Are other people glad to see you?'
'Some are,' he said. 'You should be one of them.'
'I would like you to pull my car over and get out. I'll give you a ten-minute head start before I call in federal officers to look for you.'
'I know that you have no legal responsibility to tell the truth when you're talking to a suspect. That's what matters to you, right? Legal responsibility. You wouldn't give me ten minutes. Or any minutes.'
She glared at him, then looked away, scowling out the window at the traffic.
'As soon as we're finished talking, I'll leave.'
'You had already killed Michael Delamina before you asked me who he worked for. As soon as I told you, three of Tosca's men were killed in his house. I suppose you didn't do that.'
'Of course I did.'
'So that's all the information you will ever get from me.'
'I'm not here to get information. I'm here to tell you something you don't know that might get you somewhere if you move fast. There is going to be a meeting. Among the people there will be at least some of the old men. Frank Tosca called it, and it will take place tomorrow.'
'Where?'
'I don't know. I don't know how it's being done. For all I know, it may be a bunch of them chatting on video. But most of the old men are used to talking to people face-to-face.'
'Does Tosca have the power to call a meeting like that?'
'He wants to be the most powerful man in the country, and he thinks he sees a way. Carlo Balacontano has been in jail for a long time. All those years he's had a succession of caretakers on the outside taking his orders to run the Balacontano family.'
'I know. Tosca wants to be boss.'
'To do it, he needs Carl Bala's blessing. The thing the old man wants most in the world is me.'
'Oh. Of course he would.' Her mind was leaping over obstacles now and ranging ahead like a hunting dog on a scent. 'And killing you would prove to Bala that Tosca was loyal to him and that he was strong enough to run the family.'
'Tosca has been trying to find me for the old man for a couple of years. Now I'm here and it's starting to occur to him that the one of us who dies might not be me. But he also sees that this moment could be his big chance. If he says all he wants is to kill me, he can get the rest of the Balacontano soldiers, the holdouts, to come in and take his orders. They want me dead. But if he can get the heads of the other twenty-five families to agree to hunt for me too, then he's the guy to take over for Carl Bala.'
'It sounds like a great deal for him,' she said. 'Even if somebody Tosca doesn't know kills you, he'll still be the hero because he called the hunt. He can hardly lose.'
Schaeffer turned and looked at her, his eyes alert but cold. 'He can lose.'
'If you're going to steal my car, let me off now. I need to start finding out what I can.'
He pulled over suddenly, and she was disconcerted. She was almost thrown, first into him, and then into the dashboard. The car rocked. He flung the door open, stepped beneath the Metro sign, and then disappeared down the stairway to the station.
She snatched her BlackBerry out of her purse and pressed the number to dial the night supervisor of Organized Crime and Racketeering. 'Fulton,' the voice said.
'Fulton, it's Waring. The killer turned up again. He just ducked into the Metro station at L'Enfant Plaza. There's got to be a way to shut it down before he gets away.'
'Hold on and let me find out.' There was a click, and then a moment later he was back. 'Elizabeth?'
'I'm still here.'
'L'Enfant Plaza is the perfect station for him and the worst for us. He can get on the blue, orange, green, or yellow lines in either direction-every line but one-and in two stops he could get on the red line too. Keeping all the trains from leaving would shut down the whole system at rush hour. We'd have a panic. Even if capturing him wouldn't involve shooting, it's still too risky.'
'But we'd have him.'
'All we'd be doing is handing this guy five hundred hostages.'
'I guess it was too much to hope he'd made that kind of mistake.'
There was a pause. 'Elizabeth?'
'What?'
'This brings up something that I think you need to know.'
'What is it?'
'I'm taking a risk to say this.'
'Then don't. At least don't say it on the phone. I… uh, forgot something at the office, so I've got to go back in anyway. I'll be there in ten minutes.'
It was fifteen minutes before she walked back into the office. She went directly to Fulton's office and knocked.
'Come in.'
She entered, closed the door, and sat down in front of Fulton's desk. 'Tell me.'
He looked at her, then at the desk, where his fingers were fiddling with his pencil. 'You've given me some breaks and helped me out a number of times. Still, I almost called you back to ask you not to come in.'
'It's that bad?'
'Bad enough. While you were suspended, he had a couple of his assistants search your office.'
'Which he had a perfect right and excuse to do, of course. I'll admit I was surprised when I came back and saw everything in my in-box was missing.'
'Did you get it back?'
'I'm pretty sure I got it all.'
'Then they haven't found anything that will make you look bad.'
'Is he really trying to do that? He's been friendly today. He came this close to admitting he was wrong about trying to keep Tosca under surveillance. If he had simply let my arrangement with the FBI stand, we would have
