Part 36 (2/2)

She shut her eyes and tried to stop her heart from stammer-stepping. ”There's been an outbreak in the Congo. It's transmissible to humans. Go online from my phone-the World Veterinary a.s.sociation will confirm it.”

Gabe came back on the line. ”Just so we understand-Ian brings the lab sample, you bring Jo and the Kanan family.”

Jo piped in. ”And, Gabe-when Ian transports Slick, make sure he handles it with extreme caution. After this much time, it's likely to be extremely volatile.”

In the distance, she heard voices. Vance was coming back with Calder and Shepard.

”Hold on. I need to confer with my a.s.sociates,” Murdock said.

”We can't wait while you hold a tea party. We have to get the stuff and bring it to you within the hour,” Gabe said.

”Why?” Murdock said.

”That's how long I figure Kanan and I can stay ahead of the police. You want the stuff, you meet us. Sixty minutes or nothing.”

Jo knew Gabe was cool, but she didn't know he was such a gambler.

”Public place,” Gabe said. ”Open ground. You dig?”

”Fine,” Murdock said. ”You leave the stuff in a locker at-”

”No. Simultaneous exchange. We see Jo and the Kanans, or you get nothing.”

Murdock breathed. ”Someplace where the cops can't blend in with the crowd.”

Gabe paused a beat. ”The Stanford campus.”

The voices approached. Murdock hesitated.

”Top of the quad,” Gabe said. ”It's neutral ground. Wide open for hundreds of yards in all directions. No way for you to ambush us.”

Murdock stared at the fog, looking for Vance and Calder.

”Sixty minutes,” Gabe said. ”Jo, hang in there. And, a.s.sholes-they'd all better be in tip-top shape. You get it?”

”Yeah. And so'd the stuff.”

Jo said, ”Get going. I'll talk to you in an hour.”

”See you there.” Gabe cut off the call.

”s.h.i.+t.” Murdock grabbed the phone, but Gabe was gone. ”If he's lying, you'll pay.”

Gabe turned to Ferd. ”You did good.”

”Did I?”

”Huevos like bra.s.s bowling b.a.l.l.s.” He called directory a.s.sistance and told the operator, ”I need the number for the SFPD Northern Station. Connect me.”

Ferd stood beneath the porch light and scratched roughly at his face. ”What do we do now?”

”We get the police to triangulate Jo's location from her cell signal.” Gabe glanced at Ferd. ”Where'd you learn to talk trash to thugs?”

Ferd scratched his arms and chest. ”Dealing with psycho ubergeeks at Compurama.”

The operator connected Gabe to the police station. He said, ”I need to speak to Lieutenant Tang about the Kanan investigation. It's an emergency.”

The desk officer said, ”Please hold.”

Ferd took his gla.s.ses off. ”What are you going to do about Jo?”

Gabe looked at him. ”I'm going after her. That's what I do. I find people and get them back.”

* 30 *

Amy Tang and Officer Frank Liu walked up the sidewalk. The fog was twisting its way between buildings. Tang pointed at the cross street where the stolen red Navigator was parked.

”You take the street. I'll take the alley,” she said. ”Nice and casual. We'll meet at the other end of the block.”

”Yes, ma'am.”

”Don't call me ma'am.”

”Yes, Lieutenant.”

Liu headed around the corner. Tang walked to the alley's entrance. About sixty yards in, light leaked from a window, s.h.i.+ning on the water that trickled along the concrete gully in the alley's center. She unb.u.t.toned her black peacoat and popped the snap on her holster.

Silently she walked into the darkness. She smelled wet cardboard and garbage. She scanned doorways and unlit windows. Swung her gaze up to the rooftops.

She heard the hum of a ventilation system coming from a building to her left. The noise of traffic echoed off the walls, dimming with every step she took. She neared the beauty salon. Upstairs, the windows were lit. Shadows crossed the ceiling. She crept along. Forty feet farther on was the window of the sporting goods store. It was frosted gla.s.s, crosshatched with reinforcing wire. Beyond it a metal door was painted a peeling red. She walked past.

Inside, a figure moved around.

She kept walking. Two feet past the door, she looked back. The figure inside the window was pacing back and forth. With the frosted gla.s.s, it was impossible to tell whether the figure was Kanan. She crossed to the far side of the alley and backed into the shadows, watching.

Her phone vibrated. She grabbed it, backed farther away from the window, and answered in a murmur. ”Tang.”

The desk officer from the station said, ”A Gabe Quintana for you. Says it's an emergency.”

”Put him through.”

The phone clicked. Gabe came on. ”Lieutenant, we have a critical situation. Jo's been taken hostage.”

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