A Dangerous Game. Heather GrahamЧитать онлайн книгу.
she lived a hard life before she was murdered. And she was trying to do the right thing by that baby.”
“I believe she was. Sir, there’s still the baby. The logical assumption is—even if for a good reason, such as saving the child’s life—that the child was abducted. And since—”
“Give it up, Craig. Yes, abduction. We can muscle our way in.”
“Sir, you know that I don’t like to let anything in my personal life—”
“Craig, Kieran Finnegan is your personal life. The woman attracts trouble of the most unusual variety. We work with her employers on a regular basis, though this is hardly the same as most instances. I’ve already made the calls to set up a joint task force. I’ve called Mike Dalton. He’s glad he had some vacation time lately—he’ll be in within the next hour. And what the hell did you think I was doing here today?” Egan shook his head. “It’s Saturday. Feel free to say ‘thank you’ anytime.” Egan pushed a folder across his desk toward Craig. “There’s what I’ve got. Joint investigation. Autopsy today—be there by two this afternoon. Obviously, the usual is happening—fingerprints, dental work, and so on. If anything has been discovered about the woman, I don’t know it as of yet. We will know more once there’s an autopsy, but even that...” Egan ended with a shrug. “Ethnicity, maybe. You’d think that in a city of millions of people there would be someone out there who did know something.”
“There must be—but they aren’t coming forward.”
“They don’t want knives in their backs,” Egan said flatly. “Anyway...there’s your case. The FBI and the NYPD are pulling information from every source we have—someone has to be missing a baby. And the woman...well, we might be looking at someone in the country illegally. That would explain the lack of any ID, driver’s license, bank card, anything. Anyway, you’re on it.”
“Thank you,” Craig said, picking up the folder.
“So, in truth, I’m a liar. You don’t have to thank me. Word came down today from on high that they want us on this one. US Marshals will be in with us. Fellow from that department will be Hank LeBlanc. He’ll meet you at autopsy with a guy from Major Case. They’ve given it over to a higher division, so that means they’re worried about it. I think it’s your friend—he got that promotion after the diamond business two years back.”
“McBride? That’s great,” Craig said. “And, hey—thank you, anyway.”
Egan waved a hand in the air. “You’d be working it no matter what.” He looked down at more papers on his desk, as if he’d already moved on. Craig headed to the door.
“Frasier,” Egan said.
“Yeah.”
“Watch out for Kieran. I don’t like it that the dead woman was going for her—not just for someone in the offices of Fuller and Miro. For her specifically.”
“Yes, sir. I do watch out for her.”
“Three brothers—that should help,” Egan said.
“It should,” Craig agreed.
In a way, it did. Any of the Finnegan brothers would happily block a bullet for their sister. Then again, it had been Danny trying to help a friend that had gotten Kieran messed up with the diamond heists—when Craig had met her—and her brother Kevin had been dating the most famous victim of the recent “perfect” killings that had plagued the city. Her brothers were wonderful, but they’d grown up rough-and-tumble after their mother had died, and Craig knew that Kieran often worried about what they might do—even in the name of justice and righteousness.
But it was true that they would jump in front of a speeding bullet, train—or anything else—to save her from harm.
“You were there last night. I heard you stuck with Kieran while the cops dealt with the situation. So you already know most of what’s in the folder. But there you are. Mike should be in soon—you can read up on what they did get and then...”
“Yeah?”
“Nothing like an autopsy on a Saturday afternoon, right? McBride made the call on that one, getting the autopsy a priority on Saturday. Since there’s an unidentified baby involved.” He was quiet for a minute. “Thank God the baby wasn’t killed, too.”
“The baby could be our best lead.”
Egan shook his head. “We don’t know anything about her yet. Thing is...you just never know. Historically, children have indeed died for the sins of the parents. When the Russian revolutionaries held the royal family, they determined that they had to do them all in—including the children. Because children grow up. But the baby is safe. Cared for, and guarded, as well. You’re talking a beautiful little child—already an American princess in the media. Like I said, McBride is calling the shots on this one. Anyway, there you go. Just what you wanted.”
Craig forced a smile. Ah, yeah, sure. Just what he wanted. Not really at all.
He dreaded what was to come. He knew Kieran. There was just no way he was going to keep her out of it.
Which meant it was really only self-preservation to dive into the whole thing just as deeply as he could.
So much for waking up early and being so antsy she’d rushed through a shower.
It was frustrating as hell, but Kieran kept watching the news. She couldn’t stop herself. It was like the pre-election coverage of the last election. A train wreck. And she’d still felt compelled to watch.
Although, this was different. She had known the woman.
Well, she hadn’t known her, but she had spoken with her right before she had been murdered.
The more she watched—even though she didn’t see anything new reported—the more she began to wonder and try to figure out just what the hell was going on and how the police would try to put it together—try to find a murderer.
So far, they hadn’t talked about the knife on the air or in the paper—online or in physical print.
Where had the knife come from? The killer had to have had the knife on them. And if so, wouldn’t that mean there would be prints on the knife? Of course, those prints would need to be in the system. And what if the killer had been wearing gloves?
She itched to call Craig again—but she wouldn’t.
He would call her.
Would Richard Egan get the FBI on the investigation?
Kieran was well aware sometimes the different agencies working on a situation could be territorial—and not just cops and FBI. New York was filled with different organizations of law enforcement, including the cops and the FBI but extending to the US Marshals Service and Homeland Security. Depending on who found what when, there could be some disputes.
She didn’t know anything about the detective who was in charge of the investigation so far on the NYPD side of it all. Drs. Fuller and Miro had a tendency to work amazingly well with all branches—and she knew that Craig and his partner, Mike Dalton, were both the type who worked hard to see that any rivalry was kept to a minimum—that the crime was of upmost importance, no matter who solved it.
She couldn’t help worrying about the case. She was on pins and needles, waiting to find out what was going on. And worse, she wanted to see the baby again. Though the child was being cared for by professionals, and Kieran assured herself everything was fine, she couldn’t tamp down the urge to see the baby herself—just to make sure.
There was no way she could simply sit in her apartment and wait for Craig.
It was ridiculous that she had started watching the news at the get-go.
She’d known what she really