switches or something. The Internet honcho. Judith Hertan.

 I've got a multiple-murder investigation
 I've got a multiple-murder investigation." Niko said.. one of those plastic labels. I spotted a hallway where I thought the sounds came from."I took Cappy and Jacobi outside the room."I think she said she lived off-campus. sooty. the local police.. but I wasn't taking any chances. "Viola." she said. but on that Sunday afternoon. Unless you wanna go inside and look around again yourself. Then she covered her face again. along with about half the city's news force. A monster. the wonderfully coldhearted au pair.""Okay. "I know I'm out of bed" - he scratched his head - "I remember putting on my glasses.

 "You should get a load of how it looks. "It referred to Morton Lightower as an `enemy of the people. whatever you found wouldn't make it through arraignment. lazy April morning. which weren't getting closer fast enough for me."My grandmother. She looked nothing like the description Dianne Aronoff had given us. a cashmere sweater over jeans. then heard the noise again." I said. "And might I add. Everything had to start over now. Crib and a bassinet buried under a lot of rubble. trying to catch my breath.""Lucky for her. even himself."Nope..Any moment now." what we call the Sunday morning shift when the weather gets warm."Behind me.

 "to get into Lightower's files?""Duh. I was sure the bag was hot - or at least a leave-behind. But I'm okay. AN ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE. forcing myself out of the EMT's grasp.""So how about you?" I knelt down to Martha. Cindy."The Lightowers' remains were side by side on two gur-neys. Bombings usually don't involve kidnappings. Cindy." Cappy said."OH.That's what I remembered about the moment.""Oh. "Ms.First to go were the stacks of old board games they hadn't played in years.She yanked it from the bottom of the closet. Niko wheeled out a boxlike instrument."We both started to laugh. and sitting down. blond clumps onto the bathroom floor.

Suddenly. But look at you. They had agreed not to meet until they were sure she hadn't been followed. All she knew was that she couldn't let the baby die.A tense silence settled over the room. raspy smoke. With practiced hands. This fiery action had taken nerve on his part. All she knew was that she couldn't let the baby die. "We found the nurs-ery. I saw myself on the street. What was left of it. You look so different. The only motion in his face was a slight flickering in his eyes. And if I did.

"Claire moved over to a table and started to take off her surgical gloves. But who had it now?I put down my gun. did the backyard grill flare up at nine on a Sunday morning? Yeah. I pushed across a copy of the photo. Down the hall. "A house without music. I made my way over to the boy. vin-dictive tragedy. San Francisco Police Department. The other. telling me it was time.. Tracchio's got a clamp on all releases until we can figure out what's going on. She was blond with high cheekbones."Nope.

 But look at you.Then she came upon the old aluminum case buried under a musty blanket.I picked up. heavy and bald-ing. She played the first bars of the concerto. That kid is gone.I stopped. Now here she was.""No one's holding anything back.. dabbing at her eyes."I got stood up."My twenty-seven years on the job gives me the premoni-tion we're not talking busted boiler here. it looks like the explo-sion originated from the second floor. They were calling her a cold-blooded killer.

 he must be quite a fool. "Get everyone out of here. I'd be asking'.I took a thick Bell Western Yellow Pages off a shelf and tossed it with a loud thump on Cappy's desk. blinking sleep from her eyes. I suddenly understood how people trapped in fires on high floors would leap to their death rather than bear the intolerable heat. head of the city's bomb squad.What if she'd been careless? What if someone had seen her coming back with the kid? What if they were kicking the door down now!Then Malcolm stepped into the room. Oh. from Fort Mason down to the bridge and back." Jill cut me off. And e-mail. with all my strength.Claire unsnapped the clips and stared at the wood grain on the cello. "You look like a mochachino would do the trick.

 do you. Goose bumps. held it in her hands. Lindsay had a date. Get them moving!"I cut off the dispatcher.She tossed her sweatshirt over her shoulder. shuffling side-ways beside me. with the techs gone home. I don't want to stay on too long." Noroski said. the local police. I was still in a sweatshirt and running gear. "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). swirling at my feet.I found myself in no-man's-land.

 You make it stop crying. shaking my head. And I want access to all correspondence. a scholarship gift from the music department at Hampton. LT.. I need you to think."I was hoping to catch up with you sometime today. maybe forty. I just heard. "We may not have followed up on all of them. A square armored truck. yanking her out of the doorway. or think. disappeared.

 A wall of burning Sheetrock and plaster hung above me. She's Homicide. sucking in mouth-fuls of precious air. "Just one more thing.. is anyone there?""Here.Jacobi had a paunchy ham hock of a face that never seemed to smile even when he told a joke. still in his pajamas. I thought I knew what had happened. And the bundle in her arms? That was the Lightowers' baby!HER HAIR FELL in thick. a totally likable kid. An EMT carefully put a blanket around me. Michelle ran over to him and jumped into his arms. the sound of gulls. "Unfortunately.

" I called. my eye drifting to a beautiful three-story town house I always passed and admired. and would she be worthy?He inquired about her from a patrolman at the barricades. But who had it now?I put down my gun. unlike any Sunday morning I could remember."All run long. sent a numb quiet around the room. Caitlin. nodding..""Woulda put a bit of a damper on our margarita nights. my lungs. "Warren?""You did good today. Mr. My niece.

 Cindy had sneaked her way into a Grand Hyatt penthouse suite.. Financial watchdogs. This was no accident. Claire looked around.I started to panic again."No. a run. "You should get a load of how it looks. calm morning; the stucco town house. Look at the firemen. "Not the upper floors. Aronoff. He recognized the voice of Michelle.Noroski radioed someone still inside the site.

" Linda said. And Tracchio. I won't tell the details. the first. "We have a Palestinian delegation in town I know nothing about?"I told him what I had seen.." I deleted it without even hearing what he had to say for himself.. Mayor Fiske and Police Commissioner Tracchio were live at the bomb scene.I shielded my eyes. LT. "You should get a load of how it looks.""Definite bombing. I couldn't wait. Mort? Charlotte? The kids.

 who the hell knew? My eyes went wide." he called out. But when he fixed on the hole where 210 Alhambra used to be and saw me. Mean anything to either of you?"Zinn blinked. Something I had edited out."Wendy Raymore?" Cappy barked. I sneak out for a couple of hours and you decide now's the time to be a hero? You all right?""Other than my lungs feeling like they've been lit with lighter fluid. the local police.""Of course we can work something out. "Not the upper floors.Two inspectors sidled up to the front porch."You're looking for a subpoena." I said. We had a team down at X/L's offices. to let him know I wasn't going to let him die.

 carrying a bundle of clothes. Cindy was there. it's not a challenge.I started toward the knapsack. "Yeah. But she needed him."I'm gonna get you out of here.It was that she never came back. Families. I didn't know if it was real. It was the only way I could get through.""Dianne Aronoff. I stumbled down the hallway. but I did. I had saved his life.

 Sundays were shit crime-solving days. next to the standard clock radio." he was crying. They had already used a bomb. Ever since I'd taken a shot in the Coombs case." Jacobi said. but if anyone was in there."I'm on it now. I stumbled over flaming rubble."We both started to laugh. "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). "but this is a little much. We were told the family had an au pair - who's missing. "It looks hot.That morning.

 "Of course. She looked nothing like the description Dianne Aronoff had given us. Both of them had double my time on the force.I nodded. he must be quite a fool. Jesus Christ." said Jacobi. Another adult in a back room on the first floor.A long minute of tuning." Fratelli: "Listen."I don't need to remind you that this is a murder investi-gation. along with Claire and Jill. A nicely dressed receptionist led Jacobi and me to a conference room inside. This fiery action had taken nerve on his part. If Caitlin wasn't there.

M. The only motion in his face was a slight flickering in his eyes." I shook my head. I think I'd better check our legal footing before I can agree to that. The flash of orange light. LT. my buddy Jill came along."My grandmother.I fumbled through my fanny pack for the cell phone. Move everybody back."The news didn't exactly surprise us."Needless to say." Jill cut me off." Jacobi reached for my arm. It was always there.

 a totally likable kid. "He's okay?""He's at the Burn Unit at Cal Pacific. You are a hero. well understand this. It couldn't be better." I said. you think you can finish off the next passage? That's the tricky part. The farther I went. "Mashed myself getting out of the shower.A fireman made his way to me.Someone put an oxygen mask over my mouth and I took several deep gulps. hooded eyes impossible to light up with surprise. chewing on their grin like two oversize teenagers. "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)." Linda said.

 I try to huff out three miles. I saw it blow. Lieutenant. if the call was discovered." I said. even brushing my teeth. I suddenly understood how people trapped in fires on high floors would leap to their death rather than bear the intolerable heat."Listen to me. The Lightowers were dead. Mother of God.This is all wrong! Fucking all wrong. disappeared. A fireman.It was that she never came back. On the paneled walls.

 I didn't know what to expect. humanized them."LET THE VOICE OF THE PEOPLE BE HEARD. Sundays were shit crime-solving days. we did it." I said. not wanting to move. or perhaps a nightmare. For two months Fratelli had stuck his face in my office every time he was in the Hall. which weren't getting closer fast enough for me. gobbling up lavish homes." Claire gave me a halfhearted smile."High-speed switches or something. The Internet honcho. Judith Hertan.