The Coffin Dancer (Lincoln Rhyme 2)

"Like that actor. Christopher Reeve."

"Yes."

Hale said, "That was tough. But, man, he's brave. I've seen him on TV. I think I would've killed myself if that'd happened."

Rhyme glanced at Sachs, who caught his eye. He turned back to Percey. "We need your help. We have to figure out how he got that bomb on board. Do you have any idea?"

"None," Percey said, then looked at Hale, who shook his head.

"Did you see anyone you didn't recognize near the plane before the flight?"

"I was sick last night," Percey said. "I didn't even go to the airport."

Hale said, "I was upstate, fishing. I had the day off. Didn't get home till late."

"Where exactly was the plane before it took off?"

"It was in our hangar. We were outfitting it for the new charter. We had to take seats out, install special racks with heavy-duty power outlets. For the refrigeration units. You know what the cargo was, don't you?"

"Organs," Rhyme said. "Human organs. Do you share the hangar with any other company?"

"No, it's ours. Well, we lease it."

"How easy is it to get inside?" Sellitto asked.

"It's locked if nobody's around but the past couple days we've had crews working twenty-four hours to outfit the Lear."

"You know the crew?" Sellitto asked.

"They're like family," Hale said defensively.

Sellitto rolled his eyes at Banks. Rhyme supposed that the detective was thinking that family members were always the first suspects in a murder case.

"We'll take the names anyway, you don't mind. Check 'em out."

"Sally Anne, she's our office manager, 'll get you a list."

"You'll have to seal the hangar," Rhyme said. "Keep everybody out."

Percey was shaking her head. "We can't--"

"Seal it," he repeated. "Everybody out. Every . . . body."

"But--"

Rhyme said, "We have to."

"Whoa," Percey said, "hold up there." She looked at Hale. "Foxtrot Bravo?"

He shrugged. "Ron said it'll take another day at least."

Percey sighed. "The Learjet that Ed was flying was the only one outfitted for the charter. There's another flight scheduled for tomorrow night. We'll have to work nonstop to get the other plane ready. We can't close the hangar."

Rhyme said, "I'm sorry. This isn't an option."

Percey blinked. "Well, I don't know who you are to give me options . . . "

"I'm somebody trying to save your life," Rhyme snapped.