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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 234 из 267Dumond showed Rapp andColeman the shot of the mailboxes. It appeared there were four units, one on the first, second, and third floors, and another one in the basement.
«It looks like Cameron has the third floor.»
«Yeah.» Rapp looked over Dumond's shoulder at the screen and then checked his watch. It wasn't yet eight. «What did you pick up on the mike?»
«Nothing on the third floor, but I got a TV on the second and some water running on the first.»
«Nothing on the garden level?»
«No.»
Rapp looked to Coleman. «What do you think?»
«I don't think he's there. Would you be if you were in his shoes?»
«Probably not. Let's go take a look.» Rapp grabbed the radio. «Guys, we're going in. Bring it over to Twenty-ninth and sit tight.»
«What's our cover?» asked Coleman.
They were woefully unprepared for this. Both were wearing jeans, jackets, and baseball hats, and both needed a shave. If the neighbors saw them snooping around, they were apt to call the cops. Rapp looked around the van and said, «Marcus, hand me that clipboard.» Rapp took it and asked, «Can you find out who owns this place?»
«Yeah. All I have to do is access the city's tax records.»
«Do it.»
«What do you have in mind?» asked Coleman.
«We work for Metropolitan Roofing. The owner asked us to come out and get him a bid for some work he wants done.»
«What if the owner lives here?»
«That's why I've got Marcus running the check.»
On cue, Dumond announced, «You're clear. The guy listed on the tide doesn't show up on any of the mailboxes.»
«Good.» To Coleman, Rapp said, «You got your tools?»
Coleman nodded and patted the breast pocket of his jacket.
«Marcus, give us a thirty-second head start, and then move the van in closer and give us audio surveillance. And while we're in there, keep digging. We need to know as much about this guy as possible, and we need it quick.»
Rapp and Coleman left the van and started down the heaved cobblestone sidewalk. There was a small wrought- iron gate between the sidewalk and the tiny front yard. Rapp paused at the gate, as if not quite certain where he was. He looked at the clipboard and then the address on the house. He and Coleman continued through the gate and walked up onto the porch. Rapp stood between the bay window of the first-floor unit and the door while Coleman went to work on the lock. Rapp had his radio hooked to the top of the clipboard.
«It looks like Cameron has the third floor.»
«Yeah.» Rapp looked over Dumond's shoulder at the screen and then checked his watch. It wasn't yet eight. «What did you pick up on the mike?»
«Nothing on the third floor, but I got a TV on the second and some water running on the first.»
«Nothing on the garden level?»
«No.»
Rapp looked to Coleman. «What do you think?»
«I don't think he's there. Would you be if you were in his shoes?»
«Probably not. Let's go take a look.» Rapp grabbed the radio. «Guys, we're going in. Bring it over to Twenty-ninth and sit tight.»
«What's our cover?» asked Coleman.
They were woefully unprepared for this. Both were wearing jeans, jackets, and baseball hats, and both needed a shave. If the neighbors saw them snooping around, they were apt to call the cops. Rapp looked around the van and said, «Marcus, hand me that clipboard.» Rapp took it and asked, «Can you find out who owns this place?»
«Yeah. All I have to do is access the city's tax records.»
«Do it.»
«What do you have in mind?» asked Coleman.
«We work for Metropolitan Roofing. The owner asked us to come out and get him a bid for some work he wants done.»
«What if the owner lives here?»
«That's why I've got Marcus running the check.»
On cue, Dumond announced, «You're clear. The guy listed on the tide doesn't show up on any of the mailboxes.»
«Good.» To Coleman, Rapp said, «You got your tools?»
Coleman nodded and patted the breast pocket of his jacket.
«Marcus, give us a thirty-second head start, and then move the van in closer and give us audio surveillance. And while we're in there, keep digging. We need to know as much about this guy as possible, and we need it quick.»
Rapp and Coleman left the van and started down the heaved cobblestone sidewalk. There was a small wrought- iron gate between the sidewalk and the tiny front yard. Rapp paused at the gate, as if not quite certain where he was. He looked at the clipboard and then the address on the house. He and Coleman continued through the gate and walked up onto the porch. Rapp stood between the bay window of the first-floor unit and the door while Coleman went to work on the lock. Rapp had his radio hooked to the top of the clipboard.