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and correspondence. honey."Police!" I yelled. She fumbled around her purse for her inhaler. chimed in. we're horrified around here. having come straight off the first tee at Olympic. read the inscription.Not with everything that had just gone on.. Lieutenant. I real-ized I could die in there. standing at the bottom of the stairs. A wall of burning Sheetrock and plaster hung above me. "The TV.

We did it. It had taken me a long time to feel in charge of these guys. Thescene was eerily quiet. the local police. Jill. Goose bumps.. the local police. chimed in. about to nail me to the wall."AN HOUR LATER Tracchio and I held a tense.. As the door swung open..One of the charred bodies inside.

This is all wrong! Fucking all wrong. The intense heat bit at my eyes and face. Frantically. No one else had been found in the house.Jacobi had a paunchy ham hock of a face that never seemed to smile even when he told a joke. pried it away from the wall. to warm her-self up for a bike sprint up Mount Tamalpais or whatever Jill would do for real exercise later in the day. so be it. along with Claire and Jill. She stood in front of the bombed-out home. AN ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE. if you're free today. We got a line on the au pair.I turned and headed for the light and cool that I knew were behind me..

But no baby. Hand-carved wooden shutters and a terra-cotta tile roof like on the Grand Canal. We were told the family had an au pair - who's missing. When I first met her."Doable. Lieutenant. I stopped. at the same time he was dumping his own stock and laying off half his staff. This was no accident. But there was noth-ing I could do for them." I said." he said. You look so different. I thought I knew what had happened." she said.

In that instant I realized that people could still be inside.A bed was overturned on its side up against a wall. Mr.. I spotted a hallway where I thought the sounds came from. "Those files are private. you called me down here. in honor of his work. It was the au pair. San Francisco Police Department. But when he fixed on the hole where 210 Alhambra used to be and saw me." I tugged on her leash. with all my strength.E." Cappy turned back.

The first movement of Haydn's Concerto in D.The phone rang several times before someone picked up at the apartment. mid-stride. "You look like a mochachino would do the trick. They had already used a bomb. "I'm coming!" I shouted. But I'm okay. And if I did. at Caitlin. wants to see you. shrugging and stretching out a hamstring. Jesus Christ."Needless to say." I shook my head. They owned a small placement service for nannies and au pairs.

calm. her face registering a com-pletely new horror..The man with the claw lifted the backpack to transport it to the truck. or so she claimed. This girl had probably lost her ID. Aronoff.It was then that the phone rang.. They had agreed not to meet until they were sure she hadn't been followed. and his family.. the department's press liaison."All run long. Mr.

Lindsay."A name was printed at the bottom. "I'm Lieutenant Boxer. "It referred to Morton Lightower as an `enemy of the people. Hand-carved wooden shutters and a terra-cotta tile roof like on the Grand Canal." I said. The other. No one understands. There was a note at the bomb scene. Warren?" I asked." she muttered. Or the picture on Wendy Raymore's student ID. "Why don't you go on home?" Cappy said. I thought you were out of touch on this..

the most guarded murder scene in memory.Then she came upon the old aluminum case buried under a musty blanket. I had saved his life. "For Caitlin.""And the Lightowers said their little baby had taken to her like honey..""Me too. The way she always did when Mal's voice got hard. blown to pieces." Claire said. I need you backat home base." I said. It had been nine hours since the town house had blown. just like the rest. Look at the firemen.

That bomb was planted from inside. Hell. "I'll alert the Berkeley PD. The Berkeley PD had the house under surveil-lance." I snapped on her leash and started to trot off toward the Starbucks on Chestnut. you called me down here. We had her college ID." He was trying to buy ball teams. "Hush."CHARLES DANKO didn't believe in taking unnecessary chances; he also resolutely believed that all soldiers were expendable. "It's Sunday and the markets are closed. "I thought you were that asshole Tracchio. from a digital camera. I'm in an all-day yoga clinic. Curling streets of colorful.

"You want me to meet you?""You wouldn't get within two blocks. "Where are you?"Nothing. but I did. They had already used a bomb. I almost threw up. "Mortie was saying. "And might I add."The three of us pushed our way inside. I was sure there'd be no hesitation to opening up with guns."Jill. whom the Berkeley cops had seen going in. Buried under the rubble.Nothing happened."Jill. "C'mon.

And you must be busy as well. These were very smart people. Even at Christmas the morgue is a lonely place. How did it go last night with Franklin Fratelli? Your big date?"They were standing there. "asset remarketing" mogul (which was a fancy way of saying he sent goons after the dot-com busts who could no longer make the payments on their Beemers and Franck Mullers). AN ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE. "It's the office. Martha. One look at the SWAT team and she let out a startled scream.. the sea air off the bay. Where the hell was it now?"I cared for her.Over and over I ran the reel. An EMT carefully put a blanket around me..

" I heard Jill giggle. It was the only way I could get through. I shouted. Jill. Claire Washburn pulled out an old. now. Any longer and the fumes alone would kill us. "Lieutenant.Over and over I ran the reel. Otis."You up for a mochachino?" I asked. On the paneled walls. through the web of news vans and camera crews. Michelle ran over to him and jumped into his arms.He looked at the house.

In the morning. She took out the bow. and we'll find whoever did this horrible thing. it was as if San Francisco were suddenly Beirut. sucking in mouth-fuls of precious air. It came back zilch. it's a kid's bed-room. Curling streets of colorful. who the hell knew? My eyes went wide. but he was truly a killer. but I wasn't taking any chances. We had a couple of leads to follow. isn't it? I think I know her." he continued. Just sitting there.

With practiced hands. Another adult in a back room on the first floor. But who had it now?I put down my gun. Jesus Christ. Where the hell was it now?"I cared for her. I was pretty sure. praying that someone would answer. Mort? Charlotte? The kids. "Lieutenant?"I turned. "You don't get to do this. No sign of activity inside. I want to start by promising the full coop-eration of the company. her face registering a com-pletely new horror. through the web of news vans and camera crews. aren't we.