idea why she took these actions? Whether she’s likely to harm any hostages she’s holding?”
“She’s already killed one man. Shouldn’t that tell you something?”
“But we’ve heard no gunshots since then, so we’ve gotten past the critical first thirty minutes, which is the most dangerous period. The time when the shooter’s still scared and most likely to kill a captive. It’s been almost an hour now, and she’s made no other moves. Hurt no one else, as far as we know.”
“Then what is she doing in there?”
“We have no idea. We’re still scrambling for background information. The homicide unit is checking into how she ended up at the morgue, and we’ve lifted what we think are her fingerprints from the hospital room. As long as no one’s getting hurt, time is our friend. The longer this goes on, the more information we’ll have on her. And the more likely we’ll settle it without bloodshed, without heroics.” He glanced toward the hospital. “See those cops over there? They’re probably champing at the bit to rush the building. If it comes to that, then I’ve failed. My rule of thumb for hostage incidents is simple: Slow things down. We’ve got her contained in a wing with no windows, no exits, so she can’t escape. She can’t go mobile. So we let her sit and think about her situation. And she’ll realize that she’s got no other choice but to surrender.”
“If she’s rational enough to understand that.”
He regarded her for a moment. A look that gently probed the significance of what she just said. “Do you think she’s rational?”
“I think she’s terrified,” Maura said. “When we were alone in that elevator, I saw the look in her eyes. The panic.”
“Is that why she fired the gun?”
“She must have felt threatened. There were three of us crowding around her bed, trying to restrain her.”
“Three of you? The nurse I spoke to said that when she stepped into the room, she saw only you and the guard.”
“There was a doctor as well. A young man, blond.”
“The nurse didn’t see him.”
“Oh, he ran. After that gun went off, he was out of there like a rabbit.” She paused, still bitter about the abandonment. “I was the one trapped in the room.”
“Why do you think the patient shot only the guard? If there were three of you standing around the bed?”
“He was bending toward her. He was closest.”
“Or was it his uniform?”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Think about it. A uniform is a symbol of authority. She could have thought he was a policeman. It makes me wonder if she has a criminal record.”
“A lot of people are afraid of the police. You don’t have to be a criminal.”
“Why didn’t she shoot the doctor?”
“I told you, he ran. He was out of there.”
“She didn’t shoot you, either.”
“Because she needed a hostage. I was the closest warm body.”
“Do you think she would have killed you? Given the chance?”
Maura met his gaze. “I think that woman will do anything to stay alive.”
The trailer door suddenly swung open. Captain Hayder stuck his head out and said to Stillman: “You’d better come in and listen to this, Leroy.”
“What is it?”
“It just aired on the radio.”
Maura followed Stillman back into the trailer, which had grown even more stifling in just the short time they had been standing outside.
“Replay the broadcast,” Hayder said to Emerton.
Over the speaker came a man’s excited voice. “… you’re listening to KBUR, and this is Rob Roy, your host on this very weird afternoon. We’ve got a
“What the hell is this?” said Stillman. “It’s got to be a hoax. We have those phone lines isolated.”
“Just listen,” said Hayder.
“… so hello, miss?” said the DJ. “Talk to us. Tell us your name.”
A woman’s throaty voice answered: “My name is not important.”
“Okay. Well, why the heck are you doing this?”
“The die is cast. This is all I wish to say.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Tell them. Say it. The die is cast.”
“Okay, okay. Whatever it means, the whole city of Boston ’s just heard it. Folks, if you’re listening, the die is cast. This is Rob Roy at KBUR, and we’re on the phone with the lady who’s causing all that ruckus over at the-”
“You tell the police to stay away,” the woman said. “I have six people here in this room. I have enough bullets for everyone.”
“Whoa, ma’am! You want to calm down there. There’s no reason to hurt anybody.”
Stillman’s face had flushed an angry red. He turned to Hayder. “How did this happen? I thought we isolated those phone lines.”
“We did. She used a cell phone to call out.”
“Whose cell phone?”
“The number’s listed to a Stephanie Tam.”
“Do we know who that is?”
“… oops! Folks, I’m in trouble,” said Rob Roy. “My producer just told me that I have been ordered by Boston ’s finest to cease and desist talking to this caller. The police are going to shut us down, friends, and I’m going to have to cut this conversation short. Are you still there, ma’am? Hello?” A pause. “It looks like we lost our caller. Well, I hope she calms down. Lady, if you’re still listening to me, please don’t hurt anyone. We can get you help, okay? And to all my listeners out there, you heard it on KBUR. ‘The die is cast…’ ”
Emerton stopped the recording. “That’s it,” he said. “That’s what we caught on tape. We shut down that call right there, as soon as we heard who the DJ was talking to. But that much of the conversation got on the air.”
Stillman looked stunned. He stared at the now-silent audio equipment.
“What the hell is she doing, Leroy?” asked Hayder. “Was that just a cry for attention? Is she trying to get public sympathy?”
“I don’t know. It was weird.”
“Why isn’t she talking to
“She has an accent.” Stillman looked at Hayder. “She’s definitely not American.”
“And what was that thing she said?
“It’s a quote from Julius Caesar,” said Maura.
They all looked at her. “What?”
“It’s what Caesar said as he stood on the edge of the Rubicon. If he crossed the
