Blindside (Michael Bennett 12)

Terri Hernandez led her dazed prisoner over to me. She held two of his interlocked fingers on his head, an old trick for holding people if you didn’t have handcuffs close by.

She said, “You okay?”

All I could do was nod.

Terri said, “He wasn’t a bad fighter. Clearly he was never a street fighter.”

I couldn’t even answer verbally. I just nodded.

Three cars turned from Vernon Boulevard and came in a line down the street, then angled in different directions as they stopped, blocking off the street completely. I knew it was Harry Grissom and the rest of our squad.

I was happy to sit with my prisoner and let my colleagues handle the rest.

CHAPTER 103

I BRUSHED MYSELF off and wiped some blood from my nose. Two junior detectives took custody of Henry. One of them checked his eyes and made sure he was fully conscious and coherent. When the detective nodded, the other detective said, “Do you speak English?”

When Henry didn’t answer, the detective repeated the question in a much louder voice. Somehow NYPD personnel viewed that as a universal language.

This time, Henry nodded as he stared at the ground. A few drops of blood leaked from a cut on his lip.

The detective immediately said, “You have the right to remain silent.”

I tuned out the rest of the Miranda warning as Harry Grissom joined me and put an arm around my shoulders. As we started to walk away from Henry and the two detectives, I had to say to Harry, “Just a little late, huh, Harry?”

The lieutenant laughed. “I’ll admit the move to Queens threw us off. I can’t believe I let you talk me into this crazy plan. You and Hernandez could’ve been killed.”

“We could be killed every day. The plan worked. That’s what’s important.”

“Thank God your brainiac kid knew about cloned phones. The GPS unit in your pocket worked pretty well. At least now we can let Natalie Lunden out of protective custody and give her back her phone. The mayor should be thrilled.”

I shook my head. “The mayor was nothing like I expected him to be, but I don’t give a damn if he’s thrilled or not. Turns out, I didn’t do this for him. Natalie is a sweet kid. She’s got a bright future. I’m just glad she didn’t waste it on an asshole like Henry.”

A few minutes later, as the two detectives were about to transport Henry to booking, I couldn’t resist taking a moment to chat with my Estonian friend.

I opened the rear door and kneeled down so I could look in on the handcuffed computer genius. He looked beaten, with his hands secured behind him, sitting in the back of a Crown Vic with a plexiglass shield separating the front seat from the rear.

He surprised me by speaking first. He said, “I underestimated you.”

I said, “And I overestimated you. Let’s call it even.”

“What now?”

“You’ll face a slew of federal charges and then we’ll throw in the attempted murder. Plus all the murders you’ve ordered. So I wouldn’t plan any exotic trips. You’re going to be occupied for a good long time.”

Henry smiled. “I’m glad you feel satisfied. I hope it lasts.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve made a huge mistake. It’s funny that you think I’ll be in prison for a long time. Last I checked, prisons had computers. I still have friends. I have more money than you can comprehend. I won’t be out of circulation long.”

“Should I be scared? I don’t feel it right now.”

“You will. Trust me. No one will keep me locked up for very long.”

I patted him on the shoulder. “You keep those positive thoughts. Frankly, it’s a nice change from the ‘I’m innocent’ excuse I usually hear.”

I shut the door and watched the car pull away.