It was stolen three weeks ago when I went to the Neverpoint Mall. Ive been scared the fuckers who took it would come here.
Then were on the same side. We both need to know what happened.
Sheri, you need my help?
A womans voice came from just inside the sliding doors to the deck. A large woman in her fifties with long white hair stood in the dim light. She was wearing an oversize Mets T-shirt and tapped the tip of a baseball bat into the palm of her left hand.
Did you call Donnie? Sheri asked the older woman.
I left him a message. Did you find out who this asshole is? Want me to help you with him?
No, Ive got this.
But Sheris voice quavered; her hands were shaking, signaling that she was losing her internal struggle to regard Jeff as a threat. He needed to search the house, then hed alert Cordelli and Ortiz.
Sheri, I told you the truth, he said. If what you told me is true, let me look through your house for my family, then Ill go.
I told you we got nothing to do with that.
I need to look. Put yourself in my shoes.
As she weighed Jeffs argument, he pressed his case further.
Sheri, listen to me-I need to find my family. Let me look and Ill go. No matter what you do, your SUV is linked to my familys disappearance and police will be coming here. I can let them know you helped, or I can let them know you hid something. I think you have a good heart. I dont believe you want to kill me because Im telling you the truth. I need to find my wife and son.
After studying his face she swallowed, then lowered her gun.
All right. Belva! Bring the kids out back. This wont take long.
Are you nuts, girl?
Its my damn house. Do as I say!
It was a small bungalow; the reek of cigarettes and stale beer hung in the air. The kitchen table was cluttered with plates, butter knives, an open bag of cookies, a loaf of white bread and jars of jelly and peanut butter. When Jeff entered the living room it became evident why Sheri might not call the police. The coffee table was lined with empty liquor bottles, beer cans and small clear plastic bags containing something organic.
There were newspapers open to want ads with jobs circled.
Since Donnie got laid off at the plant, its been hard, Sheri was almost apologizing to Jeff. The mortgage, car and credit card payments are piling up. Were looking for jobs but its hard, and then with the SUV stolen, that took the cake.
Holding her gun at her side, Sheri kept her distance as she escorted Jeff in his room-by-room search on the main floor bedrooms. He recognized the intrusive aspect of a stranger in her bedroom and those of her children but it was eclipsed by the outrage forced upon him. He looked in closets, under beds, in the basement and he tapped on walls until he was satisfied that Sarah and Cole were not here. When theyd returned to the living room Jeffs cell phone rang.
The display showed a blocked number.
His heart rate soared when he answered.
Jeff, this is Detective Cordelli. Weve located the SUV.
What about Sarah and Cole?
Sirens and the rush of the road indicated Cordelli was in a car.
No confirmation. Were en route to the scene now.
Whats the location? Im coming.
You sit tight at your hotel-well keep you posted.
Tell me the location, Cordelli!
Jeff, look, were not there yet. I dont know exactly what we have.
Its my wife and son, tell me! Im a firefighter. Ive been to scenes, Cordelli, bad ones. Other people will be gawking at the site. I have a right to be there, you know I do.
Jeff, Ill call you back.
No, I need to know.
At that moment Sheri and Jeff heard a distant siren that was approaching her area. Jeff figured that the police might also be acting on the Dalfinis address. If that was the case, he didnt want to wait for them.
Tell me the location now! Jeff glanced out the window down the street. His cab was still waiting. I swear Ill get it, one way or another.
Cordelli let a beat pass before relenting.
Got a pen and paper?
Cordelli recited the location. Jeff copied it on the newsprint border of a newspaper on Sheris coffee table.
What was that all about? Sheri said.
The NYPD have found something.
What?
I dont know exactly but I have to go. Jeff collected his wallet and things from Sheri. If it comes up, Ill tell the police that you tried to help me.
Sheri said nothing.
Concern deepened the worry lines on her face and she tried to absorb all that had taken place as Jeff hurried out of her home and trotted down the street to his cab.
14
Brooklyn, New York City
The 2010 GMC Terrain burned within sight of the Brooklyn Bridge, in the loading area of an abandoned warehouse at the fringe of a derelict industrial section of Brooklyn Heights.
Officers in a marked NYPD car patrolling the zone were first to spot it. Theyd called it in with the plate number. By the time crews from Engine 205, Ladder 118, arrived the SUV was engulfed, the blaze blasting outward and skyward, turning the vehicle into a mass of ferocity.
The inferno crackled and hissed, discharging sparks and flakes of melted debris. Firefighters stretched a line, keeping a safe distance using the reach of the hose stream. Explosions can propel white-hot fragments with bullet force. Like all first responders, they knew every call could be their last. Their firehouse had lost eight members in the September 11, 2001, terrorist attacks.
Cordelli and Ortiz pulled up amid the sirens and lights of more arriving emergency vehicles. They were directed to Fire Lieutenant Van Reston. A crowd was collecting at the yellow tape that cordoned the area. Cordelli had to shout over the rattle-roar of the pumper.
What do you have?
Arson, and given the intensity, Im guessing they used an incendiary device.
Cordelli took down Restons information in his notebook.
Anyone inside?
Dont know yet. Well know soon as we can have a look.
Thanks. Cordelli and Ortiz scanned the area for surveillance cameras. It didnt look promising. They went to Officer Marktiz, the uniform whod called it in.
Any witnesses?
Naw. Marktiz shook his head as he retrieved more tape from the trunk of his car. Nobody stepped up, nobody around. Nothing. Well help with a canvass.
Cordelli and Ortiz knew coming into this that it didnt look good.
Any witnesses?
Naw. Marktiz shook his head as he retrieved more tape from the trunk of his car. Nobody stepped up, nobody around. Nothing. Well help with a canvass.
Cordelli and Ortiz knew coming into this that it didnt look good.
The vehicle used in the abduction of Sarah and Cole Griffin came up stolen, now it had been torched-all premeditated.
They mustve had a switch car ready, Ortiz said. I dont like this, its all too methodical. Now we could have homicides. I do not freakin like this.
Yup.
Thick smoke clouds churned from the wreck as crews doused the flames. Cordelli and Ortiz turned as a gust sent a choking column their way. When they turned back, Cordelli faced an old problem walking at him: Detective Larry Brewer.
What the hell is he doing here?
Cordelli had worked with Brewer a few years back. The guys ego was bigger than Yankee Stadium and fit with his near-inhuman aura. Brewers utter baldness accentuated his bulging black eyes and his pointed ears, earning him the nickname Diablo.
Whatre you doing at my scene, Cordelli? Brewers jaw worked a wad of gum.
Were on a case.
Youre contaminating my scene. Weve got an ongoing undercover operation with the task force.
Were working an abduction-mother and son-and thats our vehicle.
I saw your alert. My case takes precedence over yours, were taking over. Its ours now. My captain will advise your supervisor to advise you to skip back to Midtown South and get me your notes.
Were not going anywhere, Larry, Cordelli said. Were going to wait here for Lieutenant Reston to give us the green light on our scene.
Brewer grimaced, twisting his neck until his Adams apple popped. Youre in our way, Vic. Brewer stepped into Cordellis space just as Brewers cell phone rang. He answered it, pointed his chin to the other side of a patrol car and he and his partner stepped away.
Hes a piece of work, Ortiz said.
Hes a slab of misery.
With the sound of pressured water against metal, Cordelli turned sadly back to the smoldering ruin.
Ill bet we have somebody in there, Juanita.
Im praying we dont. Look.
Beyond the tape, Jeff Griffin had stepped from a taxi to anxiously survey the scene. Cordelli cursed himself for giving up the address, but Griffin was right-he wouldve found out.
Cordelli had requested two cars be dispatched to the house of the registered owner on Steeldown Road in the Bronx, and hed hoped the units got to it before Brewer got a chance to claim it.
Now, a firefighter at the wreckage was shouting and signaling for Lieutenant Reston to look into the SUVs interior. Whatever was inside could not be viewed from a distance. Cordelli saw Reston lean in, saw his face crease before he directed his men to their next steps.
Damn, Cordelli said.
It was clear to him what theyd found.
It was clear to Jeff Griffin, too.
He was experienced with these scenes.
From where he stood, he read Restons face and it hit him.
Oh, Jesus.
The dread Jeff had locked in the darkest reaches of his heart lashed against the chains that held it there. He saw the fire crews unfold the large yellow tarps-the universal flag of tragedy, the confirmation of death. He watched them take care positioning the covering. Protecting the scene while respecting the dignity of the dead.
He was familiar with the funereal procedure.
Hed performed it himself.
He knew what happened to fire victims-how their skin cracked, how their bones broke, how the skulls could shatter and how the bodies could be burned beyond recognition.
Sarah and Cole.
He began shaking, pierced by one thought.
I have to see them. I have to see for myself.
Everything went white.
Time froze.
He could not immediately remember physically getting as close as he did to the SUVs charred remains before hands seized him and dragged him back while he screamed for Sarah and Cole. All he saw was the brilliant yellow sheet. All he could imagine was the horror under it. He didnt know how much time had passed or how he came to be in the rear seat of a police car with his hands covering his nose and mouth, blood roaring in his ears. For a moment or two hed cried and when he dried his face, the clink of the handcuffs around his wrists alerted him to a man standing just outside the car.