When Darkness Falls

chapter 49

T he midafternoon rain began to fall.

It fell gently at first. Then, in typical Florida fashion, it suddenly came down in sheets, beating like a drum on the aluminum top of the mobile command center. This was one of those aberrant moments where Vince didn’t welcome the sound of falling rain to help him visualize his surroundings. Today, the rain was not his friend. Neither, it seemed, was Chief of Police Megan Renfro. By telephone, she was in the process of dressing down Vince for having allowed Jack to call Falcon on his own cell phone, a nonencrypted line.

“I know that was no mere slipup on your part,” she said. “You did that by design.”

“It was imperative that the call go through. I thought Falcon would be more likely to answer if he saw Swyteck’s name come up on the caller ID.”

“I want to believe you,” she said, “but I don’t. You used Swyteck’s cell because you wanted someone other than law enforcement to be able to hear the conversation. Like the media.”

“Why on earth would I want the media to overhear our negotiations?”

“Because you don’t agree with the decision to take Falcon out. You think you can still talk Falcon into releasing that injured girl. And if you are somehow able to convince the media that negotiation remains a viable alternative, this department will have hell to pay if we go in with guns blazing.”

Vince didn’t deny the accusation, at least not directly. “Negotiation is still workable.”

“Not in my judgment. So stop trying to back us into a corner with leaks to the press. Your job is to position Falcon for a kill shot.”

“Do you really want to take that shot in the pouring rain?”

“We need to work for the right opportunity. Obviously a window shot is not our first choice. You need to get him in the open doorway. If you can’t pull that off, SWAT will breach.”

Paulo’s other telephone rang. The caller ID told him that it was from Falcon. “It’s him,” Paulo told the chief.

“Answer it. And remember, get him in the open doorway.” Chief Renfro hung up, and Vince answered the other call. “Talk to me, Falcon.”

“Just had a nice talk with Jack Swtyeck.”

“So I hear.”

“I’m cool with the missing money,” he said.

“That’s good news.”

“I like Swyteck’s honesty.”

“I wouldn’t put him on the phone to lie to you,” said Vince.

Falcon chuckled lightly. “I don’t know about that. But he does seem to be the straightest shooter in the bunch.”

Falcon had no idea how “straight” the police snipers could shoot, but Vince let the unintended pun slide. “We need to deal with the injured hostage,” he said. “It sounds like she needs to see a doctor.”

“Maybe so.”

“If she needs medical attention, we need to work something out.”

“All right. Swyteck bought you that much. A little honesty deserves some reward.”

“That’s what I like to hear, Falcon. Let’s just agree here and now that this is the way we’re going to deal with each other. Nothing but honesty.”

There was silence on the line, and then a slight change of tone. “Don’t make agreements you can’t keep. Just tell me what you want to do about the girl.”

“What kind of shape is she in?”

“I don’t know. I’m not a doctor. That’s the problem, remember?”

“Is she conscious?”

“Yes. Most of the time.”

“Is she bleeding?”

“Not anymore.”

“But she has lost some blood?”

“Yeah.”

“A lot or a little?”

“Some.”

“Is it a gunshot wound?”

“Hardly. A bullet grazed her thigh. It’s not like she’s going to die or anything. She’s just in pain.”

“I’d feel a whole lot better if I heard those words from a doctor.”

“Well, that’s a real bummer, because last time I checked, nobody here went to med school.”

“What if I could get a doctor to come into the motel room and examine her?”

“No way.”

“It can work, Falcon. I’ve done it in these situations before.”

“Sure you have. You send in a SWAT guy dressed up like Marcus Welby. He takes one look at me and prescribes two bullets and a burial in the morning.”

“I don’t play those games.”

“That’s what you told me on the Powell Bridge, when you said I could talk to Alicia Mendoza if I came down from the lamppost.”

“What happened the last time wasn’t my fault.”

“Well, it sure as hell wasn’t my fault.”

“It was a different situation.”

“Not to me it wasn’t. Just forget it. I’m not letting any doctor come inside here.”

Vince tightened his fist, then released, relieving a little stress as he searched for the right words. “Okay, I’m not going to force the issue. But we can still work this out. Tell me something. Can the girl walk on her own power?”

“I don’t think so. She’s pretty weak.”

That was exactly the answer Vince was hoping to hear. “Do you think you could get her to the door?”

“Yeah, no sweat. She’s a toothpick.”

“Okay, listen to me. Here’s how this can work. We agree that Swyteck’s honesty bought some goodwill, right?”

“Yeah, some.”

“Good. Then here’s what we can do. If it’s just a leg wound, you can pick the girl up and take her to the door. Open the door, and lay her right outside on the stoop. Then just close the door, and leave her there.”

“Then what?”

“Then we’ll send someone to pick her up.”

“No cops.”

“No. It will be paramedics with a stretcher.”

“No, it will be SWAT guys dressed up like paramedics. Forget it.”

“I give you my word.”

“Your word isn’t worth dirt. Not after the Powell Bridge.”

“Trust me on this.”

“Never. If you want to send someone to pick the girl up, send someone I can recognize-someone who I know is not a cop.”

Vince paused. The silence lingered a good bit longer than he would have liked, but it was still nowhere near as long as it felt. That recurring and unnerving image suddenly flashed in his mind-the pockmarked door at the end of the hallway, the unexpected percussion of flash grenades, the burst of light, and then the darkness. Unceasing darkness. Vince couldn’t believe the words were coming from his mouth, but it was like a reflex. “What if I come to pick her up?”

The suggestion seemed to have caught Falcon by surprise. “Now there’s a twist. A blind cop turned escort.”

“It’s perfect,” said Vince. “You don’t have to worry about me busting down the door and shooting the place up.”

“You got a point there.”

“So it’s agreed? You bring the girl to the door, I’ll come and pick her up.”

“Let me think about it.”

Vince tried not to push too hard, but Falcon didn’t seem to appreciate how urgent the situation was. “There’s no time to think about it. We need to cut a deal on this girl, or things are going to get ugly in a hurry.”

“Is that some kind of a threat?”

“I’m just being honest with you, like we agreed.”

“I’ll call you back.”

“Please. I’m not messing with you, my friend. This is something that we need to work out right now.”

“Stop rushing me.”

“It’s the best deal I can offer.” Vince braced himself for a hang-up, but he could tell that Falcon was still on the line. He gave him a little time to think it over, but too much time would cost him his momentum. Vince said, “So, is it a deal?”

Falcon let out something between a sigh and a groan. “All right. You can come.”

“Good.”

“But bring Swyteck with you.”

“Why?”

“It’s like I told you. I don’t trust cops. Not even blind ones.”

“I’m not going to lead the cavalry through your door.”

“Probably not. Definitely not, as long as there’s a civilian in the line of fire.”

“The wounded girl is a civilian.”

“The girl is a prostitute from Colombia,” Falcon said, scoffing. “Call me crazy. I get more comfort with the son of a former governor at risk.”

“I can’t guarantee that Swyteck will be willing to do it.”

“He’ll do it, if he wants to talk to his buddy Theo again.”

Vince was about to say something, but he heard the line disconnect. The call was over.