The Cold Moon (Lincoln Rhyme 7)

Rhyme looked up at Cooper, who typed on his keyboard and gave a thumbs-up. Into the microphone the criminalist said, "We've just emailed you his picture. Could y

ou print it out and get a copy to all the employees, the security surveillance room and the coat check? See if they recognize him."

"I'll do it right now. Can you hold for a few minutes?"

"Sure."

Soon the director came on the line. "Detective Rhyme?" His voice was breathless. "He's here! He checked a bag about ten minutes ago. The clerk recognized the picture."

"The bag's still there?"

"Yes. He hasn't left."

Rhyme nodded at Sellitto, who picked up the phone and called Bo Haumann at ESU, whose teams were on their way to the museum, and told him this latest news.

"The guard at the Mechanism," Rhyme asked, "is he armed?"

"No. Do you think the thief is? We don't have metal detectors at the entrance. He could've brought a gun in."

"It's possible." Rhyme looked at Sellitto with a lifted eyebrow.

The detective asked, "Move a team in slow? Undercover?"

"He checked a bag . . . and he knows clocks." He asked the museum director, "Did anybody look in the bag?"

"I'll check. Hold on." A moment later he came back. "Books. He has art books inside. But the coat-check clerk didn't examine them."

"Bomb for diversion?" Sellitto asked.

"Could be. Maybe it's only smoke but even then people'll panic. Could be fatalities either way."

Haumann called in on his radio. His crackling voice: "Okay, we've got teams approaching all the entrances, public and service."

Rhyme asked Dance, "You're convinced he's willing to take lives."

"Yes."

He was considering the man's astonishing plot-making skills. Was there some other deadly plan he'd put into play if he realized he was about to be arrested at the museum? Rhyme made a decision. "Evacuate."

Sellitto asked, "The entire museum?"

"I think we have to. First priority--save lives. Clear the coatroom and front lobby and then move everybody else out. Have Haumann's men check out everybody who leaves. Make sure the teams have his picture."

The museum director had heard. "You think that's necessary?"

"Yes. Do it now."

"Okay, but I just don't see how anyone could steal it," the director said. "The Mechanism's behind inch-thick bullet-proof glass. And the case can't be opened until the day the exhibit closes, next Tuesday."

"What do you mean?" Rhyme asked.

"It's in one of our special display cases."

"But why won't it open until Tuesday?"

"Because the case has a computerized time lock, with a satellite link to some government clock. They tell me nobody can break into it. We put the most valuable exhibits in there."

The man continued speaking but Rhyme looked away. Something was nagging him. Then he recalled, "That arson earlier, the one that Fred Dellray wanted us to help out on. Where was it again?"