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"Everyone's got their own idea of what const.i.tutes a crime," Payne said. "As far as I know, Badde hasn't broken any laws on the books. Arguably, he's bent the living h.e.l.l out of a few, but then that's what politicians do."

Payne saw that except for a line of five row houses-Make that four and a half, considering that hole in the one on the end-only smelly, raw earth remained on the once-residential city block. There was some heavy equipment and the white PEGI signs in each corner of the block. And that was it.

Yellow POLICE LINE tape was strung from the half-fallen wooden back fence of the semidemolished row house to the rear of the red-and-white Link-Belt crane, then to a four-foot-high iron pole in the concrete sidewalk that once held a parking meter, then past the Medical Examiner Office's van and all the way down the sidewalk to the farthest row house at the corner of Jefferson and Mascher.

Payne looked at the small group gathered beside the crane and saw a familiar face, Detective Harry Mudd of the Crime Scene Unit.

Mudd-a muscular, five-foot-eleven thirty-five-year-old with fiercely inquisitive eyes and salt-and-pepper hair trimmed short-was a ten-year veteran of the department. Payne knew him to be a no-nonsense and d.a.m.ned thorough investigator.



Mudd stood with his arms crossed and head somewhat c.o.c.ked as he listened to one of the three beefy men who looked like construction workers.

Or heavy-equipment operators, Payne thought when he saw the sloppily hand-lettered cardboard square sign-TURCO DEMOLITION & EXCAVATION-that was taped to the side of the crane. Payne thought when he saw the sloppily hand-lettered cardboard square sign-TURCO DEMOLITION & EXCAVATION-that was taped to the side of the crane.

Mudd's eyes darted to Payne, who was leading Harris and Rapier toward him. He held out his right index finger as a Hold that thought a moment Hold that thought a moment gesture to the beefy guy who was doing the talking. Then Mudd turned and started moving to intercept Payne. gesture to the beefy guy who was doing the talking. Then Mudd turned and started moving to intercept Payne.

"Sergeant Payne, good to see you," Detective Mudd said, offering his hand.

"It's 'Matt,' Harry," he said, taking it, then he gestured to the others. "You know Tony Harris. And this is Corporal Kerry Rapier."

"Harry Mudd, Kerry," he said, shaking the corporal's hand.

Kerry Rapier nodded, more than a little impressed by Mudd's grip. He was almost afraid he was going to pull back his hand and find his fingers crushed to a b.l.o.o.d.y pulp.

"Nice to meet you, Detective," Rapier said.

Tony Harris said, "How they hanging, Harry? It's been a while."

Mudd nodded. "It has. And if you mean, how are the bad guys hanging, I wish I could say by a noose. Otherwise, the answer's the same, one lower than the other."

He and Harris exchanged grins.

Payne looked over at the three men standing beside the Link-Belt crane. The tallest one, who appeared somewhat pale and had his chin almost to his chest, had a real look of gloom. The shortest of the three, who had a cigar stuck in the corner of his mouth, glanced at his wrist.w.a.tch as he anxiously kicked the raw dirt with his boot toe, then glared in Payne's direction.

"I'm a.s.suming one of those guys is Mr. Turco?"

Mudd glanced over. "Yeah, two actually. The tall one's name is Bucco, Bobby 'The Ballbuster' Bucco. He was running the crane when the ball found the deceased. The owner of the company is the short one who's sucking on the cigar stub. Thomas 'Little Tommie' Turco. And he's ten kinds of p.i.s.sed off."

"What's his problem?"

"You."

"Me? I just got the h.e.l.l here." I just got the h.e.l.l here."

Mudd nodded. "And that's why he's p.i.s.sed. I told him I was under orders to wait for the head of the homicide task force to get here. You're here in that s.h.i.+ny undercover car-nice wheels, by the way; where'd you steal them?-and he's probably guessing that I'm talking with The Man."

Payne decided it best to ignore the hot-car question. But the fact that Mudd raised it indicated that it wouldn't be the last time someone was going to ask how he came by a nice new vehicle when almost everyone else in the department was driving battered hand-me-downs with six digits on their odometers. It d.a.m.n sure wasn't the kind of vehicle that was going to hide in plain sight very well.

"So," Payne said, "I still don't get why he's p.i.s.sed at me."

"He wants to return the crane to the rental place, which he says is now charging him Sunday double time. But I told him I couldn't release him or his equipment until you gave the go-ahead."

Payne raised his eyebrows.

"Like I said, Matt, I'm just doing what I was told. You know how antsy the department's chain of command gets when Mayor Carlucci holds a press conference. And that s.h.i.+t flows downhill so fast."

Payne nodded. "Understood, Harry. You know I have full faith in your skills, so we can skip the formalities. What the h.e.l.l is going on here?"

Mudd pulled out his spiral notepad and began, "Thomas 'Little Tommie' Turco's company was hired by HUD to turn the whole block back to dirt-"

"-and he's really p.i.s.sed at 'that expediter sonofab.i.t.c.h who's really going to pay for all this,' " Mudd finished a few minutes later.

"So, three dead?" Payne said. "But no idea why they were in the condemned buildings and no idea what killed the other two?"

Mudd was shaking his head. "No idea. And of course, until we hear from Dr. Mitch.e.l.l's autopsy, we won't know for sure if the third died of blunt trauma. The one thing that is clear, however, is that there were people living in these houses right up until sometime today."

"Really?"

"Yeah, these folks were holdouts. They didn't want to move. They refused the buyout from PEGI." He pointed down the street. "That middle house? We found one of the dead at the kitchen table, slumped over with his face in a bowl of apparently just-made tomato soup."

"Possibly putting the time of death around noon?" Payne asked.

"Possibly," Mudd said. "Who knows?"

Payne looked at Harris and Rapier.

"Any thoughts, gentlemen? You know as much about the cases as I do."

Kerry Rapier shrugged, then grinned. "Death by drowning?"

Harris and Payne groaned.

"Only the obvious fact," Tony Harris then said, "that this doesn't fit the pop-and-drop MO in any way at all. Unless we're missing something. . . ."

Mudd glanced at the line of five remaining row houses and said: "Do you want to take a look inside?"

"Not right now," Payne said. "It's going to be dark soon. Let's talk about the other dead guy."

"Even better," Mudd said, "let's go over to the scene."

Payne gestured that Mudd should lead.

As they started walking along the sidewalk in front of the half-demolished row house, they heard an Italian-accented voice bark, "Aw, what the f.u.c.k, youse guys?"

When they all turned, they saw a frustrated Little Tommie Turco standing with both arms above his head, palms up.

Detective Harry Mudd held up his right index finger again, this time in a gesture meant to signal Back in a minute. Back in a minute.

They heard Turco then bark, "Oh, for f.u.c.k's sake!" and watched as he tore the cigar stub from his mouth and threw it to the dirt.

[TWO].

As they rounded the corner from Jefferson to Hanc.o.c.k, Matt Payne saw that there was yellow POLICE LINE tape strung between two boarded-up row houses, blocking the entrance to an alleyway.

The first thing Payne saw behind the yellow tape was the blood trail. He took another step forward, his eye following the trail up the alleyway until he saw in the shadows the body of a very big black male. On the concrete beside his head was an inverted-V plastic marker with a black numeral "01" on it.

Parked on the street, blocking off the alleyway, was a Chevy Impala squad car. The right rear door was open, and a young black boy was sitting in the rear seat, turned so his back was to the scene.

"That's the deceased's nephew," Mudd said. "He says he didn't see the the shooter, which I doubt. We're trying to find his mother."

Payne nodded.

Poor kid is probably in shock.

As he glanced around, he thought, Three dead back there. Another dead-a possible pop-and-drop-here. Three dead back there. Another dead-a possible pop-and-drop-here.

Two crime scenes two blocks apart. Or is it just one big scene?

And all this is going on just three blocks from The Fortress.

Then he thought: Oh, s.h.i.+t, Amanda! Oh, s.h.i.+t, Amanda!

He tugged back his left s.h.i.+rtsleeve cuff and checked his wrist.w.a.tch.

Almost six?

He pulled out his cell phone and pounded out a text message with his thumbs: HI, BABY . . .

SORRY I'M JUST NOW GETTING BACK TO YOU.

GOOD NEWS & BAD NEWS.

BAD FIRST: I OBVIOUSLY CAN'T MAKE IT BY 6. JUST GOT TO A SCENE WITH MORE DEAD.

GOOD (OR MAYBE MORE BAD) NEWS: IT'S ONLY BLOCKS FROM THE CONDO.REALLY GOOD NEWS: SO, SEE YOU SOON?.

SORRY, BABY . . .

He hit SEND. As he started to put back his phone, it almost immediately vibrated with the reply: AMANDA LAW.

OK. SEE YOU WHEN I SEE YOU.

XOXO -A.

Uh-oh. Do I read between the lines?

That was a fast reply.

Like she was waiting.

Correction: a fast and terse reply.

Or dismissive?

On the one hand, she shouldn't be p.i.s.sed. She said she understands why I have to do this.

The d.a.m.ned pop-and-drop body count is probably up to nine. Then there's the three dead next door. Someone's got to stop it. . . .

But on the other hand, Amanda's emotional because she's not completely over her abduction-which I can understand-and she's not happy with my job and the idea of my being in danger.

Having been shaken to her very core, she's wisely questioning where things will go for her-for us. And, ultimately, who will I owe my allegiance to in five, ten, twenty years?

To the police department of a wild city whose crime rate doesn't seem to be improving?

Or to the G.o.ddess who's the loving mother of my children?

His thumb hovered over the REPLY key while he contemplated what he should say.

I can't lose this woman.

I should say something, I just don't know what's- "Matt, you need to see this," Harris called.

Payne looked up, then glanced at the phone-then slipped it back into his pocket.

Nice job, Matty ol' boy.

You just proved once again that you don't deserve her.

"What is it, Tony?" Matt said as he walked toward him.

Harris was pointing in the direction of another evidence marker, this one somewhat obscured by weeds and shadows. It was close to the yellow tape. Next to it was a pair of spent sh.e.l.l casings.

"Any chance they're .45 GAP?" Payne asked.

"They are," Mudd offered. "Just two of them. But .45-cal. Glock."

Kerry Rapier said, "Number nine? Our mystery shooter strikes again?"

Payne exhaled audibly, then looked at Mudd.

"Well, h.e.l.l, Harry, let me guess," he said, gesturing toward the alleyway. "The guy's got a history of s.e.x crimes."

Mudd stepped over to the Impala, reached in, and from the front seat picked up a plastic evidence bag. He handed it to Payne.

Payne looked through the clear plastic at the Wanted sheet and its mug shot of the huge, goateed, droopy-eyed LeRoi Cheatham.

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