Who is this guy?
I dont know.
Think!
I cant remember his name exactly, but after the SUV was gone, Donnie never got the money. Donnie couldnt find the guy. Donnies friends warned Donnie not to mess with the guy, to shut up about the money, which we would never see, and that if we told anybody wed be ratted out to insurance. Thats when Donnie got scared and got his mothers gun.
Then out of the blue, friends get word to Donnie that the guy that owes him the money has a one-time high-paying job, or something, that was yesterday.
Is this the Bayonne or Elizabeth thing?
I dont know, because I havent heard from Donnie since the day before yesterday. I dont know nothing and I cant find Donnie. We got bill collectors calling, then this Montana guy scares me to death by showing up at our home looking for his wife and kid and Im losing my freakin mind and now our SUV is- Sheri began choking on her words -and those people in the pictures and, Jesus, I dont know anythingI swear.
Who, Sheri? Brewer said. Who is the guy that Donnie went to work for, the guy who owed him for the SUV? Give us the names of the people involved, the people who wanted your SUV.
Brewer slid a pad and freshly sharpened pencil toward her.
Give us names and if theyre real Ill do all I can to help you.
Sheri nodded, brushed the tears from her cheeks, took up the pencil.
I dont know-Im not sure of the spellings.
Give us what you can.
As her tears stained the paper she began printing, slowly and carefully.
18
Morningside Heights, New York City
3:30a.m.
Tranquil.
Acting on Sheri Dalfinis information, eight more unmarkedpolice cars rolled into the crime-peppered enclave in the low hundreds, east ofMorningside Park.
Would they find Sarah and Cole Griffin here?
Brewer watched from his window.
Despair permeated this corner of the city where living meantdying a little every day. Here, dreams twisted into rage against the systemuntil they yielded the belief that to survive you have to take what you want. Itwas the same story in neighborhoods like this everywhere, Brewer thought.
This is how it was for Omarr Aimes.
His name was the one Sheri Dalfini had given them. All she hadwas Omar Big Time, with Omarr spelled with one r.Brewer ran it through the computers searching variations, aliases, and sureenough, Omarr Lincoln Roderick Aimes, aka Sweet Time, aka Sweet Ride, aka Big Time, came up. Age, thirty-two.
Brewer was surprised Omarr had lived this long. Hed been shotfour separate times. Started out as a juvie boosting cars; went inside and cameout a hardened banger, working his way up the drug-dealer food chain. Omarr thentook to a righteous cause with some brotherhood, which was tied tointernational smuggling networks that had fallen under Brewers investigationand the abduction.
Was Omarr a player in Sarah and Coles kidnapping?
Klaver eased their Ford to a stop before a marked unit.Cordelli and Ortiz were behind them. A few hours ago the brass had foldedCordellis case into Brewers operation. Cordelli and Ortiz, who was easy on theeyes, were now part of the task force, assigned to work with Brewer andKlaver.
What a treat, Brewer thought before his concentration wasbroken by the crackle of the radio clipped to the uniformed officer standingpoint by the patrol car.
Ever think of using your earpiece, sport? Brewer kept hisvoice low. Theyre not supposed to know were coming.
Earlier, after Sheri Dalfini had given them Omarr, Brewer andKlaver worked the computers and the phones with their confidential informants.It didnt take long for their C.I.s to point them to Morningside, where Omarrlived under the radar.
Theyd alerted their supervisor, who got things moving on awarrant, identifying Omarr as a wanted suspect in the homicides of twounidentified males and the kidnapping.
Given the magnitude of the offenses, the NYPDs EmergencyService Unit and scores of other police were dispatched to the marshaling pointtwo blocks from the location. Brewer saw all the u-cars but lost count.Uniformed patrols had set up the outer perimeter, deflecting traffic, while thetactical squad set up on the building.
Out of sight, down the block from the building, squad ChiefLieutenant Clint Gatlin locked onto Omarrs apartment through hisbinoculars.
Third floor, unit 12.
His team of heavily armed officers had already studied thebuildings floor plan. They had, in near-silence, swiftly evacuated people fromthe line of fire in the surrounding residences and now waited inside.
Paint blistered along the walls where Gatlins squad had takenpositions on the stairs leading up to unit 12, on the landing above it, the fireescape behind it and on the roof.
Gatlins information showed that the subject possessedautomatic and semiautomatic guns and should be considered dangerous.
His team would make a forced rapid entry.
After a final round of radio checks, Gatlin gave the greenlight to his squad sergeant.
Within seconds, the team smashed through the apartments doorand rear window; their helmet lights raked the darkness as they swept the livingroom, kitchen, stormed down the hallway to the first bedroom where they found anelderly woman awake, alone and afraid in her small bed.
In the second bedroom they found a girl, about six or sevenyears old, alone in her bed, holding a stuffed teddy bear and crying at the biggun-toting men stampeding through her home.
The third bedroom was empty, but mens boxers, shirts, pants,were strewn about the floor and the bed. Clothes spilled from the dresser.
The bathroom was checked, closets were checked; specialequipment was used to scan the walls and ceiling for body mass. The entire unitwas inspected three times before it was cleared and declared safe.
The squad leader radioed Gatlin, who alerted Brewer.
Brewer, Klaver, Cordelli and Ortiz donned body armor and headeddown the street. By the time theyd entered the apartment building, Louella MayBell, the units rent-payer, was in her robe and seated at the kitchen tableunder guard by the ESU.
Brewer, Klaver, Cordelli and Ortiz donned body armor and headeddown the street. By the time theyd entered the apartment building, Louella MayBell, the units rent-payer, was in her robe and seated at the kitchen tableunder guard by the ESU.
Maam, are there any weapons in this home? the officer askedher.
I dont have any guns. Youre the people with the guns.
When Brewer arrived, he waved the ESU away. He and Cordelli satwith Louella at the kitchen table while Ortiz and Klaver stayed with the littlegirl in the living room. Ortiz looked around as Klaver tried to calm the childby showing her a game with butterflies on his BlackBerry.
Dont worry, everythings okay, Klaver said. Whats yourname, sweetheart?
The girl didnt respond. She watched the game withoutsmiling.
In the kitchen, Brewer placed the warrant on the table next toLouella, snapped open his notebook and began jotting the date, time,address.
Miss Bell, we understand youre Omarrs grandmother. Wed liketo talk to him. Could you tell us where we can find him?
Her mournful eyes reflected a life of struggle, anuncomplaining endurance of police trouble concerning her grandson.
I done told the other men and Ill tell you the same, Omarrsnot here.
Weve figured that out. Where is he?
Why you got to trouble him? Hes doing the best he can. Heshad a hard, hard life. He never knew who his father was. Did you know mydaughter was raped at fifteen when she had him? A year after he was born she wasmurdered. Omarrs daughter Shereesa means the world to him.
Thats the little girl who lives here also?
Yes, sir, shes seven, and Omarr loves her to death.
Taking stock of the apartment, Ortiz thought it waswell-kept with modest dignity. The sofa, coffee table, area rugs, lamps, wereimmaculate. Framed photos of people and keepsakes were lovingly displayed on theshelves.
Ortiz inspected each of them.
Many were of older men and women, looked like they were onvacations, a few of younger people, including a good number of the littlegirl.
Ortiz stopped at one framed picture: a birthday picture.
The little girl was smiling before a huge cake with sevencandles and the words Happy Birthday Shereesa icedon it.
The man standing behind her, smiling with his hands on hershoulder, was Omarr. Ortizs attention went to Omarrs hand.
She concentrated on the ring he was wearing.
Oh, Jesus.
In the kitchen Brewer would not let up with his questions forLouella Bell.
I told you I dont know where Omarr is. Louellas eyesshifted to the doorway where Ortiz was standing.
When Brewer and Cordelli turned, Ortiz tilted her head and theyjoined her in the living room.
Look at this one, Ortiz pointed her BlackBerry at thebirthday photo. Look at his ring. Ortiz then turned her small screen to showBrewer and Cordelli the color picture shed cued and enlarged.
It was the same ring.
The photo was among dozens provided by the crime scenepeople.
It was the ring found on one of the victims at the SUV fire inBrooklyn.
Well, well, well, Brewer said.
Ortiz glanced back toward the little girl, a gesture thatsuggested Brewer be careful. Then he took Ortizs BlackBerry and returned to thekitchen.
Miss Bell. Brewer showed Louella the enlarged picture of thering from the crime scene. Omarr wears a ring just like that, doesnt he?
She stared at the ring in the picture for the longest time, notmoving, not saying anything until her tired eyes brimmed with tears.
Miss Bell- Brewer cleared his throat -does Omarr have adentist?
Louella closed her eyes.
She was not a stupid woman.
The day she had dreaded was here.
The day part of her had died when her daughter was killed hadcome again with an armed invasion and four grim-faced detectives standing in herhome at four in the morning.
Louella May Bell knew.
I have a card in my purse.
She swallowed and went to stand but her knees gave out.
Brewer and Cordelli caught her, set her gently back in herchair.
Suddenly Shereesa flew to her and the two held on to eachother.
Its just us now, child, just us.
19
Manhattan, New York City
Jeff Griffin was too tense to sleep.
He dozed, awakened and then drifted into that torpid state between consciousness and fantasy.
In his darkest hour he found a flash of happiness: a vision of himself with Sarah, Lee Ann and Cole together. It passed in brilliant light like a dying star before the horror descended, crushing him until he woke to the nightmare.