When they had, Eve used her pointer. “Here are their options. Facilities for private, long-distance shuttles. The Harpers have their own private shuttles. They have six of them. One, the one Phoebe Harper used to travel last night, is already here. They won’t use that, too easy to trace, but we factor. This station.”
She highlighted another. “It’s the closest to the penthouse.”
“Bring another in, have it ready to go.” Feeney nodded. “A lot of options to cover, kid, and if he’s managed to ditch the tracker, no way to be sure. You’re going to need more men.”
“He won’t be wearing the tracker, but he’ll be carrying one. The consultant had one on hand, one used in covert ops.”
Feeney’s face began to light up. “Damn right he did.”
“I made a stop on the way to court. She may have bought him some new ID—though he won’t need it, since she’ll take him somewhere without extradition. He’s got a real nice wallet to carry it in if so.”
“You put the tracker in the wallet.” Now Feeney grinned at her.
“It’s small, thin, almost transparent. I’ve got the code to activate. She’ll have gotten him a new ’link, the new ID most likely, a new passport, but why would she buy him a new wallet when he’s already got one with his initials engraved on it?”
“She had to work most of the night on all this,” Reo put in. “And I agree, a new wallet wouldn’t be a priority. It had to take hours and an extraordinary amount of money to do what you think she’s done since his arrest.”
“He’s her baby boy. Whether she ruined him or he came out ruined, the result’s the same. Three people are dead, and with this? She’s as responsible as he is.”
Eve thought of the long, measuring stare they’d shared in court.
“We’ll be making two arrests today.”
She checked her wrist unit. “Surveillance teams, get moving—pick up McNab and get me how many bodies are up there. Feeney, you’re going to need a portable. The van’s too slow. You’ll ride with me and Peabody.”
“So will I,” Reo said. “I need to update my boss.”
“So do I. Let’s make it fast. Peabody, while I report to the commander, inform Mira that her presence in Observation is vital when we bring Ebersole back in.”
She watched the clock as she reported to Whitney. Gauged the time as she tagged Nadine.
She would, she swore it, sew Jonathan Harper Ebersole and his mother up, and sew them up together.
And add another big, shiny bow.
She waited until Baxter checked in.
“Ebersole and Harper just arrived. They’re going into the building. McNab reports two other people already in there.”
“Stay invisible. Stay ready.”
She walked out to the bullpen. “Suspects entering the building. Two others already in the penthouse. We’re moving.”
“Already tracking him.” Feeney tapped his portable. “Signal’s clear and strong.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
Since Santiago and Carmichael were back at their desks, she nodded to them. “Mind the store.”
She glanced at the elevators, then at Feeney.
“Can you make it go straight down, no stops?”
“Not supposed to, but in this case.” Inside, he used a swipe, then keyed in a code.
“We’ll set up close,” Eve continued. “Not too close, but close enough. People already in there, waiting for them. If he doesn’t move inside two hours…” She shook her head. “We’ve lost him.”
“We’re not going to lose him.” Feeney stood, resolute in his baggy shit-brown suit. “We’re the long arm of the fucking law.”
