Calculated in Death (In Death 36) - Page 120

“Look at that face.”

“Yes, security’s the most logical.” He turned to the screens, scanned both. “It’s a large building, numerous points of entry and egress on both levels, and more in the basement maintenance and storage areas. The security system is good, but it’s not excellent. There’s relatively little to steal, and there are standard alarms on the doors set during vids to discourage any attempt to break in and watch for free.”

“How do you know?”

“I did a bit of research on it after you told me your plan.”

“I don’t think he’ll break in. He’ll blend in. The hacker could create a pass for him, a badge, whatever he needs. Or he could target someone legitimately on security, take him out, replace him. The security is to keep the public from getting too familiar with the celebrities, to keep them out of the theater, to be present. It’s soft duty. He could bribe somebody, but he’d probably just kill. He’s got a taste for it.”

“He’ll need to get close to you.”

“That’s right. He’ll need to get close to kill me, and he’ll need to get close so I can stop him from killing me and catch him. Remember that.”

Meeting her eyes, Roarke skimmed a hand over her hair. “It’s not something I’d forget.”

She stepped back as cops began to shuffle into the room.

Feeney headed to her. “The boy’s nearly got the location. I pulled Callendar off another duty so she can give him a hand.”

“If he hits, maybe I’ll be wasting everybody’s time for the next half hour.”

Feeney noticed the screen, pulled at his bottom lip as he studied it, as he understood where it led. “Well, crap. The wife’s really looking forward to this shindig.”

“Maybe we’ll give her a kind of double feature. Better, we can pull this off quick and quiet. Nobody notices a thing.”

“Somebody always notices,” Feeney said, but walked off to sit, and hear her out.

She started to input the sketch disc, but Roarke took it from her. “I’ll take care of it.”

She left him to it, began counting heads. She’d need more, but she knew these cops, knew they’d run the op as she needed it run.

“Let’s settle down,” she

called out. “Dickenson, Marta; Parzarri, Chaz; Ingersol, Jake. We believe this man . . .” She paused until Roarke flashed the sketch on screen. “. . . killed all three, with rapidly escalating violence. Yesterday, he attempted to kill two police officers.”

“Hell of a catch, LT,” Jenkinson said, and earned her quick applause.

She held up her hands, wiggled her fingers. “I have many skills. We’ll be running facial recognition, and we hope to ID this baby-tossing killer. Until then, here’s what we know.”

She ran it through, quick, thorough, wanting her men to understand, all jokes aside, the target was dangerous, and not to be underestimated.

“As we have yet to ID him, and factoring Mira’s profile, the very clear evidence, we’re going to expect him to repeat the attempt on two NYPSD officers, if he’s not been detained, at his earliest opportunity. He’s got one, on a platter, tomorrow night.”

She turned to the screens. “The Five Star Theater.” She outlined the schedule, briefed them on the layout, adding more highlights as she assigned specific officers to specific locations and duties.

“Each one of you will have a copy of the target’s image. He will be armed. If and when he’s spotted, we’ll move to block off his route, to separate him from civilians. If and when he’s spotted,” she continued, “I’ll move to the least congested area. Contingency one, he’s spotted outside.”

She outlined the scenario, moved to containing him inside the lobby, inside the theater proper.

When she decided she’d hit it from every angle, addressed every element she could foresee, she paused again.

“Questions?”

Baxter wagged a finger in the air. “I got one, boss. Can I bring a date?”

“Sure,” Eve said over the expected snorts. “Bring Trueheart. You look really cute together. If the op’s a go, we meet here eighteen hundred tomorrow. Attired as suits assignments. I want those assigned to security or staff detail fully prepped, outfitted, and on site by eighteen-thirty. No later.”

She gestured toward the board. “Look at what this asshole’s capable of. Don’t get sloppy. Dismissed.”

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