for my call.' The men got back in the vans and drove away. 'Now, Detective…'
'Lieutenant Bacchetti,' Dino said, 'commander of the detective squad at the Nineteenth Precinct.'
'Can you tell me what happened here?'
'Yeah. The director of the FBI and his deputy took the head of British Intelligence and his colleague out to dinner, guarded by two FBI agents. The Brit went to the men's room, and a young woman hit one of the agents over the head and shot the Brit and the men's-room attendant. She left the premises. That's all I've got, at the moment, but when we're done here, there ought to be enough embarrassment for the FBI to last for years.'
Torrelli's jaw began to work, but he managed to get a few words out. 'Has the young woman been apprehended?'
'No, and I don't expect she will be right away.'
'Has she been identified?'
'Yes.'
'Who is she?'
'I'm not at liberty to give you that information at the moment. Maybe later.'
'Lieutenant, if I have to go to the commissioner or the mayor himself, I'm going to know everything there is to know about this case.'
'I'll send you a copy of my report,' Dino said. 'Now why don't you go up to the bar and have a drink. We don't need you right now.'
'Can I see the bodies?'
'They're dead. Two slugs in the Brit, one in the attendant. That's all you need to know.'
'I'd like to put the FBI crime lab at your disposal,' the agent said.
'From what I've heard about the FBI lab, I think I'd rather handle it in-house,' Dino said.
The man, who was much larger than Dino, looked as if he wanted to beat him into the ground. 'I'll be in my car,' he said, and returned to his van.
Dino and Stone walked back into the restaurant.
'You're going to hear about that,' Stone said.
'Don't worry about it.' Dino got out his cell phone and pressed a speed-dial button. He held the phone to his ear. 'Sir, it's Bacchetti. This is where we stand.' He gave a concise report to the commissioner. 'And the FBI is already trying to horn in on our scene. I'd appreciate your help in keeping them off my back, so I can get this thing cleared and make an arrest.' He listened for a moment. 'Thank you, sir.' He hung up and turned toward Stone. 'I don't think we have to worry too much about the Feds.'
'What next?' Stone asked.
Dino's phone went off. 'Bacchetti.' His eyes widened. 'Location?' He snapped the phone shut. 'We've got a fix on her cell phone.'
51
Dino reached into the front seat and picked up a handheld radio. 'Remind me what's at Madison and Seventy-third,' he said to Stone.
'A lot of very expensive shops,' Stone replied.
'Listen up,' Dino said into the radio to the four detectives in the car behind him. 'Get out at Sixty-fifth and Madison and work your way north, shop by shop. I'll be working south from Seventy-sixth Street. We're looking for a good-looking white woman, probably alone, thirty to forty, five-six or -seven, a hundred and thirty pounds, wearing a black cocktail dress and black gloves. She may be wearing a coat, too. It's nearly ten, and nothing's open this time of night, but we had her standing still at Seventy-third and Madison for a couple of minutes, so she may be window-shopping. Detain and identify anybody of that description, alone or accompanied. Until you do, try not to look like cops. Be careful, because she's armed and very dangerous.' Dino released the talk button on the radio. 'This isn't going to work,' he said.
'Why not?' Stone asked. 'We may get lucky.'
'I don't get this lucky,' Dino said. 'You get this lucky. Anyway, if we catch her, she's going to kill at least one cop before somebody shoots her.'
Stone didn't comment on that.
'Remind me,' Dino said. 'How did I get mixed up in this?'
'There was a murder on your beat,' Stone said.
'Oh, yeah. Next, you're going to remind me that I had her in custody and let her go.'
'I wasn't going to, but, of course, that's true.'
'I'm going to be lucky to get out of this with my badge.'
'Dino, all you have to do is blame it on the Brits and the FBI.'
Dino brightened. 'Yeah, you're right.' He tapped his driver on the shoulder. 'Right here.'
Dino and Stone got out of the car. 'You take the east side of the street, I'll take the west,' he said to Stone. 'Are you carrying?'
'No.'
Dino handed him a.32 automatic. 'Take my backup.'
'Thanks,' Stone replied.
The two men began walking south on Madison. It was well after dark, but there were still a lot of people on the street.
Stone looked carefully at every woman he saw, looking for something familiar. She may have already changed clothes, he thought, but he might be able to recognize her. Then, half a block away from him, walking slowly uptown, he saw her. She wasn't wearing gloves, but her dress was black, and her hair shoulder-length and dark. The face? He couldn't tell; each time he had seen her she had looked so different. His hand closed over the gun in his pocket. She stopped and looked into a shop window for a moment.
Stone looked across the street at Dino and nodded toward the woman. Dino began making his way across Madison Avenue, through heavy traffic, not waiting for the light.
Stone walked up to her. 'Excuse me, haven't we met?' he asked.
She turned and looked at him. 'No,' she said with a little smile. 'But I certainly have no objection.'
Dino stood directly behind her. 'Miss,' he said, 'I'm a police officer. Please stand perfectly still.'
She looked over her shoulder. 'What is this, a gang bang?'
'Let me see some ID,' Dino said.
Stone grabbed the bag before she could reach into it, then handed it to Dino, still looking into her eyes.
She looked back, with interest. 'So, this is how the NYPD amuses itself in the evenings?'
'When the weather's nice,' Stone said.
'What's your name?' Dino asked, looking at the driver's license in his hand.
'Donna Howe Baldwin,' she said.
'Social Security number?'
She recited it. 'But you won't find it on my license. They don't do it that way in Florida.'
'Why do you carry a Florida driver's license?' Dino asked.
'Because I live in Miami. My address is on the license.'
'Why are you in New York?'
'Because I heard what a lot of fun the police are here.'
Stone looked at Dino and shook his head. 'It's not Marie-Therese.'
'I could be, if you wanted me to,' the woman said. 'Are we done here?'
'Yes,' Dino said, handing back her handbag. 'I'm sorry to have detained you. We're usually nicer to out-of- town visitors.'
'You still could be,' the woman said. 'I've no objection to two dates. Who's buying the drinks?'
'Perhaps another time,' Stone said.
She handed him a card. 'I'm at the Plaza for two more days. Anytime at all.' She looked at Dino. 'And be sure to bring your friend.' She continued walking uptown.
