James Patterson - Judge & Jury

Cavello felt his pulse start to race. Sayonara, he snickered. Playtime's over. Little Dom here is ready to go home.

The judge instructed the prospective jurors to reconvene at exactly two o'clock. Slowly, the jury pool began to file out."Marshals, you may take possession of the defendant now."

Cavello stood up. He didn't give a shit about what was going to happen next. In fact, he'd make their job easy."Okay, fellas." The same two who had brought him in this morning were taking him back to jail. The broad-shouldered guy with the thick mustache held out the cuffs."Sorry, Dom."

Cavello put out his wrists."Not a problem, Eddie-boy. I'm all yours."

He knew their names. He knew a half dozen little things about them. The black guy had been a tank commander in Desert Storm. The one with the bushy mustache had a son who was being recruited by Wisconsin to play football. He snapped the shackles tightly over Cavello's wrists.

"Jeez, guys, can't you give an honest citizen a break? Hey, Hy," he called out to his attorney,"you guys have a nice big steak on me. See you back here at two."

The marshals led him out the side entrance to the elevator in the hall, on the way back to his prison cell, a couple of blocks away. He'd made the trip so many times, he could probably do it in his sleep if he had to.

"You know what the worst thing is about spending the rest of your life in jail?" He winked to the marshal with the mustache as they headed out into the hall."The food! Especially at that pigsty, Marion. You know the only thing that keeps you going out there?" He nudged him with an elbow."The death sentence, that's what. The lethal injection." Cavello laughed."That's the only thing that gives you any hope!"

A third guard, with a radio in one hand, was holding the doors open when they got to the elevator. He barked into the radio,"They're on their way." Eddie and the black guy escorted him inside.

The black marshal pushed U, for underground. He knew that if the basement was selected, the elevator wouldn't stop at any other floor, unless it was overridden from inside. The doors closed.

Cavello turned to the black marshal, who never talked very much."You like pizza, Bo? Black people eat pizza, don't they?"

"Yeah, I like pizza, Dom," the black guard growled.

"Sure, all cops like pizza." Cavello sighed."Hey, you know what we should do? Screw this jail thing. How 'bout we ditch this baby at the lobby and take a spin out to the old neighborhood in Brooklyn for an hour or two? I'll show you what a real Italian meal is. C'mon, I'll have us all back by two. They won't even know we were gone."

He nudged Eddie as the elevator descended, watching the floor lights start to go down.

"That would be a pisser, wouldn't it, Eddie-boy? The whole free world is out looking for us-and we're just sitting at Pritzie's having a veal and peppers and a beer. So whaddya say?"

The burly marshal grinned."Sounds like a plan, Dom."

"That's what it sounds like to me, too," Cavello said, following the lights of the floor panel as the elevator descended."A plan."

ANDIE WAS WAITING for me out in the hallway. She said that she'd seen enough. She didn't have to be there anymore. I rode down the elevator with her and a couple of prospective jurors to the lobby. There was a little awkwardness between us there. I told her how brave I thought she was to come. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, Nick. It was a good idea."

On my way upstairs, I stuck my head inside the security room for a check on Cavello. He was headed down to the basement now. I watched over the shoulder of one of the agents as Cavello moved in front of the elevator, chatting with his guards. Everything was under control. The security captain was in close contact with all points along the exit route."The subject's in motion," he reported in.

Suddenly, the ground beneath us rocked. It was like an earthquake! Coffee cups, pens, clipboards clattered to the floor.

"Jesus, something's happened," one of the agents monitoring the screens shouted and pointed."In the garage! There's been an explosion down there! Holy shit!"

We crowded close to the monitor and watched what happened next in shock. Billowing gray smoke began to block the screen. Then everything went completely black.

A radio report crackled in from one of the units stationed underground."There's been an explosion down here. The garage is on fire. There may be casualties. I can't make much out. Too much smoke, smoke everywhere."

The captain seized a microphone."This is Meachem. We have a situation in the garage! Some kind of explosive device has been detonated. I want SWAT, backup, and medical units down there pronto. And I want to know what the hell's going on."

I didn't have to look at the screen. I knew what was going on.

The screens kept flashing back and forth to different monitors in the garage, trying to locate a clear view of what was taking place. I grabbed Meachem by the shoulder."Captain, this isn't about the garage. It's about Cavello! Get all agents on alert. He's on his way down there now!"

I rushed back to the other end of the console and checked the elevator scene.

Jesus, no!

My eyes bulged in horror. I couldn't believe what I was seeing-only I knew it was happening again.

I ran to the door.

CAVELLO WAS STILL in the elevator, kibitzing with the guards, joking for all he was worth. His eyes angled toward the control panel. The descending lights flashed: 7, 6, 5.

Now!

In that instant he lunged toward the panel, pressing his thumb solidly onto the heat-sensitive square for the third floor.

" What the hell? " The elevator jerked to an unexpected stop. The door started to open. The black marshal reached out to rein in Cavello, powerfully pressing him up against the wall. Then someone stepped inside.

The marshal's jaw fell open."What the-"

The first shot caught him between the eyes and hurled him against the paneled wall. He sank to the floor, leaving a dark-red smear.

The next two shots caught Eddie-boy in the chest. Two plum-colored circles appeared on his white shirt. The guard released Cavello with a deep groan as he crumpled to the floor. He looked up at the shooter."I've got kids."

"Sorry, Eddie-boy," Cavello said. Two more silenced thuds ripped into his chest, and the guard went still.

"Hurry," the Israeli snapped, pressing the button for the lobby, then tossing Cavello a pouch."We don't have any time."

Inside the pouch, Cavello found a dark woman's wig and a raincoat. The Israeli plopped the wig on Cavello's head and draped the coat loosely over his shoulders, doing his best to conceal the fugitive's cuffed hands. He knew they only had seconds, no more, while attention was diverted by the explosion in the garage.

Cavello pressed down the wig."Is everyone in place?"

"We had better hope so," Nordeshenko said, positioning himself behind Cavello in order to conceal his gun."You're ready? This is no sure thing."

"Whatever happens," Cavello said,"it beats life in prison."

"Perhaps," said the Israeli.

The elevator doors opened again at the lobby. A couple of people were waiting to board.

"It's broken. Take another," Nordeshenko growled, pushing Cavello past them. Then he and the disguised mobster rushed down the long corridor toward a side entrance onto Worth Street.

Behind them, people had seen the bodies in the elevator. They were screaming. Nordeshenko never looked back." Hurry! Or we both die here. I'm allergic to prisons."

It was about forty yards down the corridor to the security station, but it seemed like more as they wove through bystanders, ignoring the shouts behind them. Nordeshenko spotted Reichardt and two of Cavello's men posing as press at the entrance. He turned up the collar of Cavello's raincoat and hurried toward them.