Worst Case

Chapter 83

“MIKE! WAIT! WHAT the hell are you doing?” Emily called behind me.

“I’m going to end this,” I yelled over my shoulder as I cleared my gun. “One way or another. Right now.”

Glock firmly in hand, I burst through the school’s front door in a combat crouch. My overtaxed heart felt like it was about to burst as well when the door rattled shut behind me.

In the glass trophy case beside me were spooky sepia photographs of smiling St. Edward’s students from the turn of the century. I took a deep breath and bit my lip as I peered down the long, even spookier empty corridor in front of me.

“Not so fast, Be

Even better, the eight members of the Hostage Rescue Team were right behind her.

“Stay stacked and watch those corners,” Chow whispered into his tactical mic as they cut ahead. “Off the wall, Je

The obsessively trained commandos began making sure the classrooms were empty. Fast crossing thresholds, they kept low so as not to silhouette themselves from inside.

We found the body of Coach Webb in the Admissions office three minutes later. He’d been shot once in the head. A mix of fury and sadness sizzled through me as I stared down at the cross-shaped wound in his skull. Almost like ashes, I thought.

I was looking at Mooney’s twisted version of Ash Wednesday.

We were coming back out into the hall when a loud thundering sound started. The door at the other end of the corridor flew open wide. I swallowed and sucked breath at the same time.

“Hold your fire!” I yelled.

It was the kids. Students in navy blazers, hundreds of them, were ru

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We directed the kids toward the front entrance and radioed outside that they were coming out. When the last one made it to the front foyer, we continued down the hallway, ru

“Freeze!” Chow yelled to a shocked-looking man coming around the stands.

“Please! I’m the headmaster. Henry Joyce,” the distraught bald man said. “He’s taken two of the students. Jeremy Mason and Aidan Parrish. He called them out and handcuffed them together before telling everyone to run. There was nothing I could do… Oh, God!”

He pointed to a door at the opposite side of the basketball court.

“I think he took them into the basement.”

Chapter 84

ON THE OTHER side of the gym’s parquet, I hit the basement door at a full-court sprint. I was only half a step ahead of Emily. The HRT guys were at our backs as we went down the cement stairs two by two.

The basement was dark and stifling and smelled like chlorine. Would he try to kill the two boys down here before we got to him? Had he already? A boiler roared as we passed some industrial equipment for the school’s pool.

I saw a slanting ray of daylight as we turned a corner. It was coming down from an open cellar grate in the ceiling. I jumped up a short steel ladder that headed up the hatch and poked my Glock out. When I didn’t get shot, I stuck my head out.

Goddammit! There was a short Dumpster-filled alley to my right. The alley had a steel gate at its end. An open steel gate, which led out onto 80th Street at the back end of the blockwide school campus.

From around the corner came a yell and a squeal of tires.

“Shit! C’mon!” I yelled to Emily as I climbed out onto the cracked cement.

A shocked-looking Filipino taxi driver wearing a white Kangol hat was standing in the street with a cell phone to his ear. A group of construction workers behind him were pointing east toward Lexington Avenue.

“He just turned right onto Lex,” the cabbie said as he saw the badge around my neck. “Some crazy son of a bitch just jacked my taxi.”

“Were there kids with him?” I yelled as I ran past.

“Two of them,” the Filipino said. “They were handcuffed together. What the hell just happened?”

I wish I knew, I thought as I booked down the middle of the street.

I turned the corner and stood for a moment, dazed and staring. Lexington Avenue was filled with trucks, buses, cars, and taxis.

Dozens and dozens of taxis were flowing south into the distance by the second. None of them seemed to be speeding or acting erratically. There was no way to tell which one was Mooney’s!

I was pulling out my cell to call for a roadblock, when it rang in my hand.

“Mike? It’s me,” a calm, educated voice said.

Mooney! I couldn’t speak. Sweat poured off me while I fought to catch my breath. Horns honked at me as I waded out even farther into traffic, craning my neck down the block to see if he would reveal where he was. Was he going to taunt me now? Rub it in that he got away? I’d even take a shot from him at this point just to get an inkling of where he was.

Emily arrived at the corner with a where-the-hell-is-he expression on her face.

“Francis?” I said, pointing at my phone.

“If anyone tries to stop me, the two boys will die.”

“Nobody wants that to happen,” I said. “Listen, Francis. We know about the Ash Wednesday bombing where your friends died. That wasn’t your fault, man. Don’t blame yourself for that. You did the right thing. I heard about your cancer, too. That sucks.

“We also know about the charity work and pro bono stuff. You’re a good guy. Why do you want this to be your legacy? These are defenseless kids. How does this make sense?”

“Who says that the world has to make sense, Mike? Besides, my legacy doesn’t matter,” he said after a pause. “Only one thing matters.”

I felt like bashing the phone off my skull. What was it with this guy? He sounded messianic, as if he thought he was on a mission from God.

“Why?” I yelled. “Why the hell are you doing this?”

“You’re Catholic, right, Mike? Of course you are. What New York Irish cop isn’t? Did you hear the Gospel today? Did you listen to the Gospel? If you had, you wouldn’t be asking me that question.”

The Gospel?!

“Take me, then, Francis. Take me in place of the kids. Whatever you need to do, you can use me instead.”

“That wouldn’t work, Mike. You’ll see. It will all be revealed to you. To everyone. It’s not long now. I’m almost at my final destination. Our final destination. This is almost over. Relieved? I am.”

He sobbed then. Fu

“This is the worst thing anyone has ever done. But that’s okay. I’m probably the only one strong enough to do it.”