his behalf, he'd hurry right in.'
'It's not funny, Veil.'
'Toby's situation isn't funny at all,' he replied evenly. 'I think the reaction of the public and media is.'
'There's mass hysteria, Veil. There are vigilante groups forming.'
'That isn't funny, either. You've been out looking for him, haven't you?'
Reyna nodded wearily. 'Veil, forgive me. I don't mean to be rude, but I'm very tired.'
'Reyna, I think I have a pretty good idea where you've been looking.' Veil removed a folded map from the back pocket of his jeans, held it up. 'We should talk. I think it's time we started working together.'
Reyna's eyes darted back and forth between Veil's face and the map in his hand. Her own face reflected consternation at first, then suspicion and fear. 'How did you—?'
'Just a second,' Veil said softly, quickly replacing the map in his pocket as he glanced over Reyna's shoulder and saw a black, unmarked police car pull up to the curb ten yards behind her. 'We've got company. Just take it easy, Reyna, and stay cool. I'll handle Mr. Nagle. Trust me.'
Reyna wheeled around and stiffened when she saw Carl Nagle and Vahanian emerge from the car. Her hand, cold and dry, reached out for Veil's, and he gripped it. Nagle's face flushed when he saw Veil. The big man started forward but stopped when his partner calmly stepped in front of him, blocking his way. There was a whispered but heated conversation, during which Vahanian's view appeared to prevail. Nagle threw up his hands in a gesture of frustration, but he stepped back and leaned against the rear fender of the car while Vahanian came down the sidewalk to Veil and Reyna.
'Good morning,' the olive-skinned, husky detective said. His smile revealed even, white teeth.
'Good morning,' Veil replied, his voice flat.
'Miss Alexander, may we talk?'
'If you'd like.' Reyna's fingernails were digging into
Veil's flesh, but her tension was not immediately apparent in her voice.
'Perhaps we could go up to your apartment?'
Reyna quickly shook her head. 'There's no need. I've already told you all I know.'
Nagle, still extremely agitated, abruptly pushed off the fender and poked a thick index finger through the air in Veil's direction. 'You can go, Kendry!'
Veil looked at Reyna and winked. 'Do you want me to go?
'Please don't go,' Reyna said in a small voice. 'Not while he's here.'
'I'll stay,' Veil announced to the huge detective.
Nagle started to come down the sidewalk but stopped when Vahanian wheeled around and vigorously shook his head. Nagle hesitated, then turned and went back to his previous position.
Vahanian turned back to Reyna. 'Will you tell me where you've been?'
'I've been walking all night. When I heard the news about Toby, I got upset and couldn't sleep.'
'Strange I didn't see you in Central Park.'
'Why is it strange? By the time I heard the news, he was already gone from Central Park—at least, that was the report.'
'Miss Alexander, I'm going to ask you the most important question up front. Are you now hiding, or did you ever hide, the African somewhere?'
'That's a ridiculous question.'
'The man's a total stranger to this culture and environment. I don't understand how he could have remained free and survived this long without help.'
'God is helping him.'
Vahanian grimaced. 'The idol? Don't tell me
'God, Lieutenant, not the Nal-toon.'
'Then God is going to be in trouble with the Criminal Justice System of the State of New York.'
'In which case it's the State of New York that's in trouble.'
'I find it unlikely that God would help a killer who's a fugitive from justice.'
'Toby has killed twice—both times in self-defense. He and his people have been terribly wronged. I don't believe he's guilty in the eyes of Our Lord.'
Veil gave Reyna's hand a reassuring squeeze, then released it and casually strolled down the sidewalk toward the police car. Nagle saw him coming, and the detective's doughy face creased in a puzzled frown— although the raisin eyes remained as dull as stone. Veil stepped into the street, walked around the car, and leaned on the trunk across from Nagle.
'It's a pain in the ass having to drag Vahanian around with you everywhere, isn't it?' Veil asked in a low voice.
Nagle's mouth was slightly open. He shook his head, blinked slowly. 'What did you say?'
'Do you believe in mental telepathy?'
'Kendry, what the hell are you talking about?'
'I'm trying to read your mind. What I pick up is that you're thinking that it's a pain in the ass to have to drag Vahanian around. If you were alone, you'd just drag that girl into the car and beat whatever information you want out of her.'
Suddenly the tiny eyes came alive, seemed to grow larger as they glittered like polished agates. The muscles in Carl Nagle's jaw contracted so quickly that his teeth came together with an audible click. He started to walk around the car, a movement that caught Vahanian's eye and caused the other detective to glance up sharply.
'Kendry, I'm warning you—!'
'No, I'm warning you,' Veil said in the same low, even tone as he turned his head, smiled, and nodded at Vahanian. 'If you come any closer, I'll do more than make you toss your cookies; I'll kill you. At my trial I'll bring up the fact that you killed Vito Ricci. I'll also mention the matter of you being on the Mafia payroll for years, acting as an enforcer. You're a rapist and sadist, Nagle, and my guess is that your victims will come forward in a flood once you're dead. Then, of course, I'll get off on self-defense, since your partner and the woman can see that you're about to attack me. Do I have your attention, Carl?'
Veil waited for a response, but there was none. It was as if his words were a kind of sound-Medusa that had turned Carl Nagle to stone. The detective was standing perfectly still, rigid, and the life had once again gone out of his eyes; he seemed to be staring through, or somewhere beyond, Veil.
'Outstanding,' Veil continued. 'Even though you appear vaguely catatonic at the moment, I'll assume that your ears still work. That bushman is still on the loose— but you're not going to kill him, and you're not going to get your hands on the idol. Now, I know that you're in trouble with your Mafia bosses, and I know that they're counting on you to get that idol for them. Tough shit. The price for having me mind my own business is for you to take a walk from this case. I don't give a shit how it's done, but do it; have a heart attack or something. Now get in the car and wait there like a nice policeman.'
Nagle's eyes went slowly out of focus as his hand slowly moved toward his gun. Vahanian had stopped talking, and both he and Reyna were staring anxiously at Nagle and Veil.
'Carl, you'll be dead before you can pull the trigger,' Veil said easily. 'You know it's true; you can feel it in your guts. Now get in the car.'
Moving like an automaton, Nagle turned, walked back around the car, and got into the rear. He sat very straight, his back not touching the seat, and blankly stared ahead. His face was the color of rotten meat.
'All finished, Lieutenant?' Veil asked as Vahanian hurried up the street toward him.
Vahanian said nothing. He glanced through the windshield at his stricken partner, quickly looked up at Veil, then got into the car behind the wheel and rolled up the windows. Veil watched as Vahanian tried to talk to Nagle, but the other man remained trapped in his raging prison of silence. Again Vahanian, a puzzled expression on his face, glanced at Veil, who smiled, nodded, and waved.
Vahanian abruptly turned the key in the ignition and drove away.
'What on earth did you say to him?' Reyna asked as Veil walked over to her.
'Nothing, really, just trying to make friends.' Veil removed the map from his pocket. 'Will you invite me up to your apartment?'
'Yes,' Reyna replied quietly. 'Of course.'
He followed Reyna into the faculty dormitory, up three flights of a narrow, wooden staircase, and into a small
