Do you have a little baby at your house?” Jake sat cross-legged on the floor of Dr. Bethany Sibbach’s toy-strewn living room, running a bright blue Batmobile across the carpet. Jake and DeLuca had purchased the toy at a CVS after leaving the Brannigan. The Supe assigned another team to the Finch ...
Jane told him from behind her barricade of plants. “They sounded muffled, like they came from upstairs.” “Anything else?” Jake checked the bank of elevators. Four doors, all closed. Their call buttons lighted. Floor indicators now all on lobby. Six minutes since he arrived. Why wasn’t he getting ...
Jake said. The young officer saluted, looking him square in the eye. “Rosie Canfield,” she said. “I mean, Officer Roslynne—” “No need to salute, Officer Canfield,” Jake said. It hadn’t been that long since he was the new kid. He pulled out his BlackBerry, opened a new file to take notes. “So what...
I don’t think there’s anything actually threatening her, but I can’t just run out when she seems to be so upset and fearful. I go back into her room, where she’s now sitting up, hands clasped, eyes wide open, staring grimly at the muted television. She’s changed the channel away from home improve...
Jane muttered. She couldn’t get the cell phone cord to reach the bathroom. “Alex? Me again. I’m in my hotel room. Plugged in.” She looked around, remembering. “All the lights are working fine. I skulked around the main offices to talk to the hotel people, but they were ‘unavailable,’ some corpora...
I say to Franklin. We’re in our office, desk chairs pulled up to our video monitor, watching my shaky pictures from the purse party. Video from a hidden camera is about ten per cent usable. Most of it turns out to be upside down, sideways, all swoops and blurs, or has someone’s hand over it. Basi...
He’s carrying a corrugated cardboard box covered with “Deliver by COB Friday” stickers. It’s got to be the documents from Mack Briggs. Usually I’d want to open it myself. After all, it’s addressed to me. But I’m the tiniest bit tired from last night and I’m trying to hide it because Franklin will...
Two Brookline police cars, front wheels on the curb and rear wheels on the street, cordon off the sidewalk. Their sirens are silent, but spinning blue lights reflect, harsh and unnatural, on the snow. Four black-jacketed officers stand sentinel, blowing into their hands, their breath puffing whit...