Jeffery Deaver - The Cold Moon

Apparently didn't use drugs while here.

Not sure whom he met with, but maybe cops from the nearby 118th Precinct of the NYPD.

Last time he was here-just before his death-he got into an argument with persons unknown.

Checked money from officers at St. James-serial numbers are clean, but found coke and heroin. Stolen from precinct?

Not much drugs missing, only 6 or 7 oz. of pot, 4 of coke.

Unusually few organized crime cases at the 118th Precinct but no evidence of intentional stalling by officers.

Two gangs in the East Village possible but not likely suspects.

Interview with Jordan Kessler, Creeley's partner, and follow-up with wife.

Confirmed no obvious drug use.

Didn't appear to associate with criminals.

Drinking more than usual, taken up gambling; trips to Vegas and Atlantic City. Losses were large, but not significant to Creeley.

Not clear why he was depressed.

Kessler didn't recognize burned records.

Awaiting list of clients.

Kessler doesn't appear to gain by Creeley's death.

Sachs and Pulaski followed by AMG Mercedes.

FRANK SARKOWSKI HOMICIDE

Sarkowski was 57 years old, owned business in Manhattan, no police record, murdered on November 4 of this year, survived by wife and two teenage children.

Victim owned building and business in Manhattan. Business was doing maintenance for other companies and utilities.

Art Snyder was case detective.

No suspects.

Murder/robbery?

Was shot to death as part of apparent robbery. Weapon recovered on scene-Smith amp; Wesson knockoff,.38 Special, no prints, cold gun. Case detective believes it could have been a professional hit.

Business deal went bad?

Killed in Queens-not sure why he was there.

Deserted part of borough, near natural gas tanks.

File and evidence missing.

File went to 158th Precinct on/around November 28. Never returned. No indication of requesting officer.

No indication where it went in the

158th.

DI Jefferies not cooperative.

No known connection with Creeley.

No criminal record-Sarkowski or company.

Rumors-money going to cops at the 118th Precinct. Ended up someplace/someone with a Maryland connection. Baltimore mob involved?

No leads.

No indications of mob involvement.

No other Maryland connections found.

THE WATCHMAKER

CRIME SCENE FIVE

Location:

Office building, Thirty-second Street and Seventh Ave.

Victims:

Amelia Sachs/Ron Pulaski.

Perp:

Dennis Baker, NYPD

M.O.:

Gunshot (attempt).

Evidence:

.32 Autauga Mk II pistol

Latex gloves.

Recovered from Baker's car, home, office:

Cocaine.

$50,000 cash.

Clothing.

Receipts from clubs and bars, incl. the St. James.

Carpeting fibers from Explorer.

Fiber that matched the rope used in Creeley's death.

Ash found at Baker's same as ash in Creeley's fireplace.

Presently taking soil samples from site where Sarkowski was murdered.

Sand and seaweed. Oceanfront Maryland connection?

Other:

Gerald Duncan set up entire scheme to implicate Dennis Baker and others who killed Duncan's friend. Eight or ten other officers from the 118th are involved, not sure who. Someone else, other than cops from the 118th, is involved. Duncan no longer homicide suspect.

Amelia Sachs walked into a tiny, deserted grocery store in Little Italy, south of Greenwich Village. The windows were painted over and a single bare bulb burned inside. The door to the darkened back room was ajar, revealing a large heap of trash, old shelves and dusty cans of tomato sauce.

The place resembled a former social club of a smalltime organized crime crew, which in fact it had been until it was raided and closed up a year ago. The landlord was temporarily the city, which was trying to dump the place, but so far, no takers. Sellitto had said it'd be a good, secure place for a sensitive meeting of this sort.

Seated at a rickety table were Deputy Mayor Robert Wallace and a clean-cut young cop, an Internal Affairs detective. The IAD officer, Toby Henson, greeted Sachs with a firm handshake and a look in his eyes that suggested if she offered any positive response to an invitation to go out with him, he'd give her the evening of her life.

She nodded grimly, focused only on doing the hard job that lay ahead. Her rethinking of the facts, looking within the box, as Rhyme urged, had produced results, which turned out to be extremely unpleasant.

"You said there was a situation?" Wallace asked. "You didn't want to talk about it over the phone."

She briefed the men about Gerald Duncan and Dennis Baker. Wallace had heard the basics but Henson laughed in surprise. "This Duncan, he was just a citizen? And he wanted to bring down a crooked cop? That's why he did this?"

"Yep."

"He have names?"

"Only Baker's. There're about eight or ten others from the One One Eight but there's someone else, a main player."

"Someone else?" Wallace asked.

"Yep. All along we were looking for somebody with a connection to Maryland… Did we get that one wrong."

"Maryland?" the IAD man asked.

Sachs gave a grim laugh. "You know that game of Telephone?"

"You mean at a kids' party? You whisper something to the person next to you and by the time it goes around, it's all different?"

"Yep. My source heard 'Maryland.' I think it was 'Marilyn.'"

"A person's name?" When she nodded, Wallace's eyes narrowed. "Wait, you don't mean…?"

"Inspector Marilyn Flaherty."

"Impossible."

Detective Henson shook his head. "No way."

"I wish I was wrong. But we've got some evidence. We found sand and saltwater trace in Baker's car. She's got a house in Connecticut, near the beach. And I've been followed by somebody in a Mercedes AMG. At first I thought it was a crew from Jersey or Baltimore. But it turns out that that's what Flaherty owns."

"A cop owns an AMG?" the Internal Affairs officer asked in disbelief.

"Don't forget Flaherty's a cop making a couple hundred thousand a year illegally," Sachs said stiffly. "And we found a black-and-gray hair about the length of hers in the Explorer that Baker had stolen from the pound. Oh, and remember: She definitely didn't want IAD to handle the case."

"Yeah, that was strange," Wallace agreed.

"Because she was going to bury the whole thing. Give it to one of her people to 'handle.' But it would've disappeared."

"Holy shit, an inspector," whispered the IAD pretty boy.

"She's in custody?" Wallace asked.

Sachs shook her head. "The problem is we can't find the money. We don't have probable cause to subpoena her bank records or get paper to search her house. That's why I need you."

Wallace said, "What can I do?"

"I've asked her to meet us here. I'm going to brief her on what happened-only a watered-down version. I want you to tell her that we've discovered Baker has a partner. The mayor's called a special commission and he's going to pull out all the stops to track them down. Tell her that Internal Affairs is totally on board."

"You're thinking she'll panic, head for the money and you'll nail her."

"That's what we hope. My partner's going to put a tracker on her car while she's in here tonight. After she leaves, we're going to tail her… Now, are you okay lying to her?"

"No, I'm not." Wallace looked down at the rough tabletop, marred with graffiti. "But I'll do it."

Detective Toby Henson had apparently lost all interest in his romantic future with Sachs. He sighed and gave an assessment that she couldn't help but agree with. "This's going to be bad."