The Bone Collector Page #6

Same messages.

It's him.

The perp was trying to make contact

even then.

But Cheney never put it together.

Dysreflexia seizure, a bad one.

Hang on, hang on.

Breathe, Rhyme.

Come on. Breathe with me.

Breathe!

The damn catheter's blocked.

Just let me get a B.P. on you.

Staywith me.

Staywith me.

Breathe!

Hang on, now. Hang on.

Just let me checkyou.

Diastolic's over 1 25.

I gotta get it down now.

Just give it a few seconds to work.

Come on, breathe with me.

Breathe with me, Rhyme.

Rhyme!

Come on, now.

Hang on, Rhyme.

Hang on, man.

Is he gonna make it?

Ifhe does, he won't be happy.

What areyou talking about?

He's already fi nalized arrangements

to self-terminate.

He's got a doctor friend to help with

his ''fi nal transition,'' as he calls it.

But suicide? I mean--

It's the seizures.

Any one ofthem could put him

into a vegetative state.

That's what he fears

more than anything.

- Who is it?

- Captain Cheney.

Whatcan Ihelpyou with?

Police business.

Open up, please.

Mr. Rhyme is asleep.

Well, wake him up.

I need to see him now.

Let me deal with this a**hole Cheney.

You watch him.

Anything,just call me.

He's all right.

Look, lady.

Now, I hopeyou know that

obstructingjustice is a felony offense.

Look, don't ''lady'' me,

and I know my rights.

Now, unless you have a warrant,

you can't come in here.

Oh, I'm coming in...

'cause I have reason to believe

there's stolen evidence in there.

What's your full name?

Thelma what?

Well, what did you say

your name was?

You got a smart mouth, and it's gonna

getyou in trouble one day.

And it may biteyour ass ifyou don't

stop trying to aggravate my patient.

I'm gonna leave now,

but I'll be back.

And when I come back,

it'll be with a warrant.

And I looked everywhere, and I thought

the conductorwas gonna be so angry.

And I kept on searching everywhere.

And fi nally,

it was right on my lap.

Grandma can't wait to seeyou.

- What'd I do?

- First off...

you're carrying a fare,

and your meter's not on.

And number two, your hack license

is not properly displayed--

There's laws against molesting

the handicapped, you know.

Yeah?

I wasn't a pretty sight,

was I?

Thelma told me aboutyour plans

foryour ''fi nal transition.''

Cop to cop, that subject's

not open to discussion.

Why-- would you miss me?

Well, destiny's what we make it,

right?

Touche.

Now, you seem to haveyour reasons

for checking out.

I just--

I would have expected more

from someone likeyou.

Well, I might surpriseyou and...

live forever.

Nothing you could do

would surprise me, Rhyme.

Well, lookwho's still

in the land ofthe living.

For the moment.

Cheneywas here,

huffi ng and puffi ng.

Promised to return with a warrant.

Sorry I missed him.

Ifthat's him,

tell him I'm...

- Say no more.

- skiing.

Hello?

Oh, hey, Paulie.

Hang on.

Linc, I don't know ifthis is

anything more than a coincidence...

Linc, I don't know ifthis is

anything more than a coincidence...

but a taxi inspectorwas killed today

by a cabbie who was off the meter.

Thing about this taxi--

a witness, a male--

wouldn'tgive his name--

sawthe taxispeeding away with

an oldmanandalittle girlinside.

Probably the doer that called.

Jesus, he's got a kid.

And an old man.

- Thankyou, Paulie.

- Okay.

We better take a closer look

at that third piece ofthe puzzle.

Close.

Three murders,

three evidence clusters...

three pieces ofpaper.

View scan.

Come on, Thelma. You're the queen

ofpuzzles. What doyou see?

I'm looking.

What ifwe lower the little one?

That one.

Now twist that big one around.

Now, doesn't that kinda

look like a face?

Mouth, nose, eye.

Enhance.

Fade.

That's a woman's face.

Yes, it is.

It's a logo.

And old, turn-of-the-century...

publisher's logo.

You know it?

I used to own a few ofthe books--

gothic stories...

crime stories.

The killer is pointing us

to an old book.

Can I helpyou?

I called before about

turn-of-the-century crime books.

Around the corner.

Helpyourself.

Thanks.

Aviation two to central. We're taking

a fly-byat the Brooklyn Bridge.

Reportappears unfounded

at this time.

Willproceedto check

EastRivershorelineandadvise.

I need more small boats over here

to search under the pier.

By the heliport, under the pier.

Lincoln, it was the last murder

in the book.

They've got to be

along the shore here somewhere.

Listen, thelabsays

the odor we smelled...

on the third piece ofthe puzzle

is probably diesel fuel.

Now, there's an old boat

refueling station...

at theStaten IslandFerrypier.

Check thepilings underthepier.

Found them!

Over here! Here!

Central, Icanseesomeone

with alight...

signaling us

from the oldStaten IslandFerrypier.

There appears tobe two bodies

in the waternext to thepilings.

Beadvisedsubjectsignaling

is mostlikely NYPD officerat thesite.

Over here! Here!

Under the pilings!

Come over to the ladder.

Central, beadvisedaideds

are outofthe water...

andE.M.S. is working on them

at this time.

- On standby.

- Clear the airway.

Rhyme, areyou there?

Yeah.

Itlooks like we're toolate.

Naw, forget it. He's dead.

Bring the chopper in.

The old man is gone.

They're still working on thegirl,

butitdoesn'tlookgood.

We need a level one

task force mobilization now!

- Try again. I know she's still there.

- Come on, kid.

Come on, try.

Youcan do it. Come on.

Breathe.

Breathe.

- Thereyou go!

- She's breathing.

I think she's gonna be okay. She's

breathing, Lincoln. Can you hear me?

- I thinkshe's gonnamakeit.

- Yeah. Good.

We gotherby the clues

thatheleftforus.

See whatyou can fi nd

around the fuel tanks.

Allright.

Lincoln, I found it.

It's a map ofsome kind,

some chunk ofa clean bone...

andapiece ofamedal

orabadge orsomething.

There's some initials engraved.

Looks like...

a ''P'' and a ''B,'' or a--

It's a ''D.''

It's defi nitely a ''D.''

P.D.-- sounds like a cop's badge.

You think he's gonna kill a cop?

Could be.

- Thelma?

- Maps?

Tell me about the map.

Looks like an old subway map.

I don't recognize

any ofthe stations.

You know, when I was scanning

those asbestos sites...

I came across a lot ofstations

that aren't in use anymore.

Okay.

There it is-- the oldest station.

On your map, is there an old station

indicated at the tip of Manhattan?

Navy Street.

- It's rightnext to thepier.

- Sh*t.

Cheney's here.

You talking to Rhyme on that thing?

Give me the radio.

Listen, Linc. This is Cheney, man.

What the hell doyou thinkyou're doing?

Stealing evidenceis agoddamn felony.

Youknowthat.

To my understanding,

there's no chain ofevidence voucher.

Oh, yeah?

Well, Igotsomenews foryou.

You are not a cop anymore.

You understand that?

Whatyouare

is a f***ing meddling cripple.

Now, I'm gonna placeyour little

gofer here under arrest.

Youdon'tmindthat,

doya?

Lock her up.

Where'd she go?

I'm inside the NavyStreet tunnel.

There's gray dusteverywhere.

It's all overmyshoes.

There's footprints--

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