He stood with his hands linked at the back of his head, staring out David Burig’s window. His back was to the battered body by the door. ‘What the hell is going on?’ ‘The guy was here, we were right outside,’ said Joe. ‘I can’t believe it.’ ‘How were you to know?’ said Rufo. ‘How were you to know?’ ‘But—’ ‘But nothing,’ said Rufo. ‘We’ve just got to catch him. We just got to do everything we can to make sure Burig is the last.’ ‘It’s Ethan Lowry all over again … without the phone,’ said Joe. ‘Mary Burig hadn’t made a call either,’ said Danny. ‘Cullen just said.’ ‘Last call he got was from the lobby,’ said Martinez, walking over. ‘He asked the doorman to run to the deli for something. Burig and him got on well. Anyway, doorman figured he was safe with a “detective” in the building.’ ‘That’ll be the last favor he’ll do anyone,’ said Joe. ‘What do you say Henry is finally getting laid these days?’ said Martinez, pointing to a small, focused crime scene tech dusting the kitchen doorknob.
