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.We are all over that at the precinct. And that s adorable, shesaid, somehow not soundingcondescending this time, notto Rook. But come on, we rein The Bigs.We have theresources.We do this in oursleep.In fact, we did.Ourmainframes were hummingovernight, and thanks toyour list of Wynn sconnoisseur tastes they spitout critical overlaps to this address.We sent in the geeksto tap the security cams, andby noon, we had him. Noon?! shouted Heat,unable to control the flashbang of rage that had just goneoff inside her. Are youkidding me? You have knownthis since noon today? Sheturned to Rook and saw himfuming, too, which onlyfueled her anger andresentment. You walk into my precinct, you essentiallyhijack my investigation plus,without telling my squadwe re wasting our goddamnedtime, you duplicate our effortsto follow the RFIDs andnow take a bow like weshould throw roses and kissyour ass? She whipped herhead to Callan. Is this whatyou feds call cooperativeinterface? Before Callan could answer, Bell jumped in. Detective Heat, give me afucking break.Is this yourfirst rodeo? The fact thatwe ve known since lunchtimehas nothing to do withanything.We needed every bitof that time to set our logisticsand bolt this down.He s inthere, we are here, and he snot going anywhere.Andsecond? The agent took astep closer to Nikki, literally and symbolically nudgingCallan out of her way. I gothim.He s under the jar.Areyou seriously complaining? Nikki paused.Her furycooling to embers, shecollected herself and said, No. And meant it.Interference aside, YardleyBell had come through.In oneday she had accomplishedwhat Nikki had not been ableto in a month.The irony for Heat was that she had onlytold Bell about trackingWynn s consumer habits as asmoke screen for hiding thecode.Yardley had not onlyrun with it, but within hoursshe d found the man whoordered her mother s murder.Her feet back under her, Heatlooked from Callan back toBell and said, How can Ihelp? Special Agent Callan stepped forward, as if toremind everyone of the in-charge part of his title. Youcan run the capture, he said.When Bell turned to him,about to protest, he continued, We are already utilizingresources from theSeventeenth Precinct.Mydecision is that we continueour cooperation with local lawenforcement by havingDetective Heat lead the takedown.End ofconversation. Forget it, Rook, you restaying here, called Nikki onher way back from mappingout the plan of attack with theEmergency Servicessupervisor.Rook stayed onher heels as Heat strodebetween a dozen heavilyarmed emergency services unit cops The NYPD s eliteSWAT officers suited up inblack fatigues, ballistichelmets, and Ironclad gloves.The writer stayed close as shewalked toward her detectivesfrom the Twentieth, who werepulling on body armor fromthe trunk of the Roach Coach. You wanted it to be like oldtimes, Rook, you got it.Staywith the car. How s that for a stroll down memory lane? teasedOchoa. More like the boulevard ofbroken dreams, from Raley. Come on, Nikki, I vecome so far.Why are youleaving me behind? We ve been through thisbefore.You ll be in the way.And it s dangerous. Ah, but this time I broughtmy own protection. Heunzipped a gym bag. I called Rhymer so he d bring this.Tada. From the bag, hepulled out his own bulletproofvest.One word was stenciledacross the chest and back: Journalist. You are kidding, saidHeat, as she tightened theVelcro tabs on hers.Standing at the open trunkof his car, Detective Fellersaid, Hey, what are theseembroidered things on the front that look like two goldcoins? These? Pulitzers. Andthen he added, There s roomfor a few more. Sharon Hinesburg said, Abulletproof vest with bling? They all turned as thedetective approached, pullingon her own gear. You guysforgot to give me the heads-up.Good thing I still had themonitor on at home. The loose chatter stopped,and the detectives attendedtheir preparations with eyesaverted from her.The squadknew the open secret. Detective Heat, a moment? Hinesburg beckoned her asideand lowered her voice. Look.I m not blind.I m aware howI get kicked to the curb a lotor get handed the dogassignments.I also know itprobably wasn t any accident nobody called me to roll onthis. Heat saw tears welling inSharon s eyes and knew twothings: One, Hinesburg was inon the open secret, and two,Nikki didn t have time forthis.She decided to be honest.At least about the latter. Sharon, this isn t the place. I promise I ll have myhead in this.You won t besorry [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.We are all over that at the precinct. And that s adorable, shesaid, somehow not soundingcondescending this time, notto Rook. But come on, we rein The Bigs.We have theresources.We do this in oursleep.In fact, we did.Ourmainframes were hummingovernight, and thanks toyour list of Wynn sconnoisseur tastes they spitout critical overlaps to this address.We sent in the geeksto tap the security cams, andby noon, we had him. Noon?! shouted Heat,unable to control the flashbang of rage that had just goneoff inside her. Are youkidding me? You have knownthis since noon today? Sheturned to Rook and saw himfuming, too, which onlyfueled her anger andresentment. You walk into my precinct, you essentiallyhijack my investigation plus,without telling my squadwe re wasting our goddamnedtime, you duplicate our effortsto follow the RFIDs andnow take a bow like weshould throw roses and kissyour ass? She whipped herhead to Callan. Is this whatyou feds call cooperativeinterface? Before Callan could answer, Bell jumped in. Detective Heat, give me afucking break.Is this yourfirst rodeo? The fact thatwe ve known since lunchtimehas nothing to do withanything.We needed every bitof that time to set our logisticsand bolt this down.He s inthere, we are here, and he snot going anywhere.Andsecond? The agent took astep closer to Nikki, literally and symbolically nudgingCallan out of her way. I gothim.He s under the jar.Areyou seriously complaining? Nikki paused.Her furycooling to embers, shecollected herself and said, No. And meant it.Interference aside, YardleyBell had come through.In oneday she had accomplishedwhat Nikki had not been ableto in a month.The irony for Heat was that she had onlytold Bell about trackingWynn s consumer habits as asmoke screen for hiding thecode.Yardley had not onlyrun with it, but within hoursshe d found the man whoordered her mother s murder.Her feet back under her, Heatlooked from Callan back toBell and said, How can Ihelp? Special Agent Callan stepped forward, as if toremind everyone of the in-charge part of his title. Youcan run the capture, he said.When Bell turned to him,about to protest, he continued, We are already utilizingresources from theSeventeenth Precinct.Mydecision is that we continueour cooperation with local lawenforcement by havingDetective Heat lead the takedown.End ofconversation. Forget it, Rook, you restaying here, called Nikki onher way back from mappingout the plan of attack with theEmergency Servicessupervisor.Rook stayed onher heels as Heat strodebetween a dozen heavilyarmed emergency services unit cops The NYPD s eliteSWAT officers suited up inblack fatigues, ballistichelmets, and Ironclad gloves.The writer stayed close as shewalked toward her detectivesfrom the Twentieth, who werepulling on body armor fromthe trunk of the Roach Coach. You wanted it to be like oldtimes, Rook, you got it.Staywith the car. How s that for a stroll down memory lane? teasedOchoa. More like the boulevard ofbroken dreams, from Raley. Come on, Nikki, I vecome so far.Why are youleaving me behind? We ve been through thisbefore.You ll be in the way.And it s dangerous. Ah, but this time I broughtmy own protection. Heunzipped a gym bag. I called Rhymer so he d bring this.Tada. From the bag, hepulled out his own bulletproofvest.One word was stenciledacross the chest and back: Journalist. You are kidding, saidHeat, as she tightened theVelcro tabs on hers.Standing at the open trunkof his car, Detective Fellersaid, Hey, what are theseembroidered things on the front that look like two goldcoins? These? Pulitzers. Andthen he added, There s roomfor a few more. Sharon Hinesburg said, Abulletproof vest with bling? They all turned as thedetective approached, pullingon her own gear. You guysforgot to give me the heads-up.Good thing I still had themonitor on at home. The loose chatter stopped,and the detectives attendedtheir preparations with eyesaverted from her.The squadknew the open secret. Detective Heat, a moment? Hinesburg beckoned her asideand lowered her voice. Look.I m not blind.I m aware howI get kicked to the curb a lotor get handed the dogassignments.I also know itprobably wasn t any accident nobody called me to roll onthis. Heat saw tears welling inSharon s eyes and knew twothings: One, Hinesburg was inon the open secret, and two,Nikki didn t have time forthis.She decided to be honest.At least about the latter. Sharon, this isn t the place. I promise I ll have myhead in this.You won t besorry [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]