“Here’s how I want it to go.” Once again Eve headed toward Ricchio’s briefing room at double time. Roarke strode beside her; Mira scrambled to keep up.
“We have the data, so we run the show. While I’m sorting that out with Ricchio and the feds, I want Roarke to set up all the data—the building schematics you accessed, the blueprints for the apartment, everything we have on building security and his personal security. I’m going to have you break off with whoever Ricchio picks from his e-men, and head up the security team.”
“Are you now?”
“They’re going to listen to you because unless they’re idiots they’ve figured out by now you’re better and faster than anybody they’ve got. And because I’m going to tell them to.”
“She’s a team player,” Roarke said in an aside to Mira, and got the beady eye from his wife.
“We’re going to take down his security, disable his elevator, and lock down the whole damn building without alerting him,” Eve pointed out. “And we’re going to need to do it slick, fast, and at exactly the right time. That’s for you. I know you can do it. I don’t know if Ricchio’s men can.”
“You can do that?” Mira asked Roarke. “Isolate McQueen’s apartment, and shut down the entire building?”
“Just a hobby of mine.”
“I want Mira to start it off,” Eve continued, giving Roarke another, beadier eye, “updating the profile. I want everybody on this op to know what they’re going after. Take your time, punch it in. The last op went to hell, so some of them are going to be edgy, some overeager.”
“Understood.”
“Then let’s do it.”
She headed straight to Ricchio. “I need a minute, Lieutenant.”
“Sure.” He nodded at the detective beside him. “Have them picked up. We identified and located the two people McQueen told the partner to contact for security and soundproofing. I’m having them brought in for questioning.”
“Excellent.”
“We’ve also interviewed the clerk at the wine store where McQueen purchased the champagne, wine, caviar, and we have the security discs showing him in the store and making the purchase. The clerk carried the stuff out to the car, and confirms McQueen was driving the Orion.”
“Also excellent, and adds to the time line.”
“We also ran down the knife and sheath, purchased that same day.”
“Busy boy. Lieutenant, I’ve brought my profiler. I’d like her to brief everyone on the changes in McQueen’s pattern and profile. It’s important they understand the target and his current state of mind.”
“Agreed.”
“My consultant is setting up the data.” She paused as the feds came in, turned to include them. “We have the building blueprints, the layout of McQueen’s apartment, the security. He’ll need some good men,” she said to Ricchio, “to work with him. Disabling the security—McQueen’s apartment as well as building security—shutting down his elevator, and the timing of it, will be key.”
“We have men for that,” Nikos put in.
“Good, send them to Roarke. He’ll coordinate.”
“He—”
“He’s the best there is,” Eve interrupted.
“I’m going to agree with that,” Ricchio put in. “Stevenson isn’t easily impressed, and he’d draft Roarke into his division if he could.”
Not an idiot, Eve thought. “Roarke’s already familiar with the layout, knows the security system as it’s one of his makes. McQueen’s personal security will be trickier, which also goes to timing and the skill of the tech. We wouldn’t be having this briefing right now without the data accessed by my tech.”
“Agreed,” Laurence said before Nikos could speak. “He’ll have whatever he needs from us.”
“Good.” Eve waited a beat. “We’ll need to establish whether or not McQueen’s inside before we disable and lock down.”
“It sounds like you assume you’re heading this op, Dallas. The last one you headed ended up with a high- speed chase, a dead cop, and a dead suspect. Which brings up the matter of Detective Price.” Nikos glanced toward him. “And the decision to include him on this operation.”
“My detective’s actions saved a child from serious injury, possibly death. Don’t you begin to question his actions or my judgment, Agent.”
“You want to hang the failure of that operation on someone, you hang it on me,” Eve snapped out. “Or maybe you’d have just let that kid end up roadkill.”
“I do hang it on you, and also suggest Detective Price may not be mentally prepared to—”
“Oh give it a rest, Nikos. Seriously.” Laurence rubbed his forehead. “If you’ve got to blame somebody, blame the goddamn dog. But the fact is, we did everything right, and it went south. We need to catch up on this second location. Dallas has the data.”
Nikos set her jaw. “We have to analyze the data and confirm we’ve got McQueen’s location in the first damn place.”
“It is confirmed,” Eve tossed back. “You want chapter and verse?”
“I want facts. Verified.”
“McQueen’s paying for the unit, and has been paying for it since September of ’fifty-five—a month after Melinda went to see him at Rikers. Construction of the building and the apartment was completed in February of the following year. I’m not finished,” Eve said as Nikos started to interrupt.
Tired, Eve noted, edgy, with the stress and strain of the last few days clear on Nikos’s face. She’d just have to suck it up, Eve thought. Like the rest of them.
“The payments, money from the rentals from corporate tenants, the maintenance, and so on are handled and arranged by Ferrer, Arias and Garza, a law firm out of Costa Rica—Heredía, to be precise. That’s something you might want to look into. The unit’s owned by Executive Travel, which appears to conscientiously pay its taxes and fees—also through the law firm. He uses a local cleaning service, the same used by the partner at the duplex —both paid for through the law firm and billed to Executive Travel, which lists what turns out to be a mail drop as its address. Leases are arranged by building management, for a fee. They also report to the law firm.”
Well aware cops’ ears were tuned in to her recitation, she kept her focus on Nikos and pressed her point. “This is data my consultant accessed, a great deal of it in the travel time between our hotel and this room. If you want it, he can get you the name of every employee in the law firm and whether they wear boxers or fucking briefs. He’s just that good. And he looked for said data because I deduced McQueen had the second location. I’m just that good, too. With what we’re handing you, you can tack on all sorts of fun federal charges, potentially bust a criminal organization—i.e., the law firm, if you’re not keeping up—that’s certainly bent or broken a number of international laws, and confiscate a whole shit pile of money. Before that, there’s the little matter of busting McQueen’s ass.”
She turned to Ricchio who struggled to control a smile. “With your permission, Lieutenant, I’d like to start the briefing, then coordinate with you on assignments.”
“Then let’s roll it out.”
Nikos steamed her, but Eve didn’t mind. It pumped her up.
After Mira finished the profile, Eve laid on operational strategy and procedure. Then she pulled Roarke and Mira aside.
“You’re going to be working with e-men from DPSD and the FBI.”
“Quite the party,” Roarke commented, with no real pleasure.
“Ricchio is going to give you a space to coordinate. He’s also getting the warrants for you to link up with building security and tamper with McQueen’s. You’re Team One.”
“So you said. Well, I’ll go find my space. See you on the line, Lieutenant.”
“I’d like you to go out on this,” Eve said to Mira. “We know McQueen was mobile when he contacted me. It’s unlikely he’s taken another girl, but it’s not impossible. If so, we may need hostage negotiation, and it takes time to pull one in. Besides, you know him.”
“Yes. I’d like to go.”
