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 Oh? And when did you last count them? Miller asked.
Hayward said nothing.
 There s one in every group, Miller muttered to no one in particular.  Now listen up. This is a tactical
operation, and we ve got to be tight and obey orders. Is that understood?
There were a few nods.Carlin caught Hayward seye and rolled his own briefly toward the ceiling,
indicating his opinion of Miller.
 All right, partner up, Miller snapped, rolling up the chart.
Hayward turned towardCarlin, and he nodded in return.  How you doing? he asked. Hayward noticed
her first im-pression of the officer as overweight was wrong: He was strongly built, cut like a weight lifter,
not an ounce of fat anywhere.  What was your beat before the merge?
 I had the tour under Penn Station. The name s Hayward. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a
derisive look cross Miller s face:Carlin and the broad.
 This is really a man s job, Miller said, still looking at Hayward.  There s always the chance things
could turn a little ugly. We won t hold it against you if 
 With SergeantCarlin here, Hayward interrupted,  there s enoughman for the both of us. She swept
her eyes appraisingly acrossCarlin s massive frame, then looked pointedly at Miller s stomach.
Several cops erupted into laughter, and Miller frowned.  I ll find something in the rear for you two.
 Officers of the law! Horlocker s voice suddenly barked through the bullhorn.  We have less than four
hours to clear the homeless from the areas beneath and surrounding Central Park. Keep in mind that
precisely at midnight, millions of gallons of water will be released from the reservoir into the storm drain
system. We ll be channeling the flow precisely. But there s no guarantee that a couple of wandering
homeless won t get caught in the downward rush of water. So it s im-perative that your work be done,
and everyone within the clear zone evacuated, well before the deadline.Everyone. This is not a
temporary evacuation. We re going to use this unique opportunity to clear out, once and for all, the
underground homeless from these areas. Now, you have your assignments, and you have team leaders
who ve been chosen for their ex-perience. There is no reason why these assignments cannot be
completed with an hour or two to spare.
 We ve made arrangements to provide these people with food and shelter for the night. Explain this to
them, as necessary. From the exit points marked on your maps, buses will take them to shelters in
Manhattan and the other boroughs. We don t expect resistance. But if there is resistance, you have your
orders.
He looked around at the assembled group for a moment, then raised the bullhorn again.
 Your fellow officers in the northern sections have been fully briefed and will begin their operations
simultaneously with your own. I want everyone moving together. Remember, once underground, your
radios will be of limited use. You may be able to communicate with each other and nearby team lead-ers,
but aboveground communication will be intermittent at best. So keep to the plan, keep to the schedule,
and do your part.
He stepped forward.  And now, men, let s do some good!
The ranks of uniformed officers straightened up as Horlocker walked through them, clapping some on
the back, dis-pensing encouraging words. As he was passing Hayward, he stopped, frowning.  You re
Hayward, right? D Agosta s girl?
D Agosta s girl, my ass. I work with D Agosta,sir, she said out loud.
Horlocker nodded.  Well, get to it, then.
 Hey, sir, I think you d better ... Hayward began, but an aide had run up to Horlocker s side, babbling
something about a rally in Central Park growing much larger than expected, and the Chief moved away
quickly. Miller shot her a warning look.
As Horlocker left the concourse with a retinue of aides, Masters picked up the bullhorn.  Move out by
squad! he barked.
Miller turned to the group with a lopsided grin.  Okay, men. Let s bag some moles.
= 44 =
Captain Waxie stepped out of the ancient puddingstone Cen-tral Park precinct station and huffed along
the path that angled northward into the wooded gloom. On his left was a uniformed officer from the
station. On his right was Stan Duffy, the city s Chief Engineer of Hydraulics. Already, Duffy was trotting
ahead, looking back at them impatiently.
 Slow it down a bit, Waxie said, panting.  This isn t a marathon.
 I don t like being in the Park this late, Duffy replied in a high, reedy voice.  Especially with all these
murders going on. You were supposed to be at the station half an hour ago.
 Everything north of Forty-second is messed up, Waxie said.  Gridlocked beyond belief. It s all that
Wisher woman s fault. There s some kind of march, formed out of nowhere. He shook his head. They d [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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