3rd Degree

“No one’s holding anything back,” Gerry Cates said stiffly.

“You probably want to talk to Helene now.” The CLO straightened his pad, as if the meeting was over.

“What I want is Lightower’s office sealed, now. And I want access to all correspondence. Computer files as well. And e-mail.”

“I’m not sure that’s doable, Lieutenant.” Chuck Zi

“Let me tell you what’s doable, Mr. Zi

Gerry Cates leaned toward his lawyer. “Chuck, maybe we could work something out.”

“Of course we can work something out.” Zi

Chapter 18

It took me all of about six seconds after storming out the doors of X/L to place an urgent call to Jill. I took her through the frustrating meeting I’d just come out of.

“You’re looking for a subpoena,” Jill cut me off, “to get into Lightower’s files?”

“Duh, Jill, and fast, before they send in the Arthur Andersen boys to do a little office tidying.”

“Any evidence there’s anything in Lightower’s computer to back that up?”

“Call me suspicious, Jill, but when a guy I’m interviewing starts to twist around like a cod on a fishing line, those little police ante

“How do they go, Lindsay?” Jill chuckled back.

“Twang,” I said, more firmly. “C’mon, Jill, I’m not screwing around.”

“Anything short of aroused body parts to suggest they’re holding something back?” The blood began to roil in my chest. “You’re not go

“I can’t do this for you, Lindsay. And if I did, whatever you found wouldn’t make it through arraignment. Look, I could try to cut a deal with them.”

“Jill. I’ve got a multiple-murder investigation.”

“Then if I were you, I’d try to apply some nonlegal pressure.” “You want to spell that out for me?” Jill snorted. “Last I checked, you still had a few friends in

the news media.…” “You’re saying maybe they’d be more forthcoming if their

company got trashed a little on the front page of the Chronicle.” “Duh, Linds …” I heard Jill giggle. All of a sudden a beep sounded on my cell phone. Cappy Thomas at the office. “Lieutenant, I need you back

at home base, posthaste. We got a line on the au pair.”

Chapter 19

Two women were sitting in Interrogation Room 1 when I got back. They owned a small placement service for na

“We called in when we heard about what happened,” Linda Cliborne, in a pink cashmere sweater, explained to me. “We placed Wendy Raymore in that job.”

“She seemed perfect for it,” her partner, Judith Hertan, jumped in. Judith took out a yellow file and pushed it across the table. Inside was a filled-out A Na

“The Lightowers adored her,” Linda said.

I stared at the small laminated photo of Wendy Raymore’s face. She was blond with high cheekbones, a wide, blossoming smile. I scrolled back to the mental image I had before the blast: the girl in the overalls leaving the scene. This could be her.

“We carefully screen all of our girls. Wendy seemed like a gem. She was cheerful and attractive, a totally likable kid.”

“And the Lightowers said their little baby had taken to her like honey,” her partner added. “We always check.”

“These recommendations … you checked them, too?”

Judith Hertan hesitated. “We may not have followed up on all of them. I did check with the school, made sure she was in good standing. We had her college ID, of course.”

I fixed on the address: 17 Pelican Drive. Across the bay in Berkeley.

“I think she said she lived off-campus,” Linda Cliborne said. “We mailed her confirmation to a post office box.”

I took Cappy and Jacobi outside the room. “I’ll alert the Berkeley PD. And Tracchio.”

“How do you want to handle it?” Cappy looked at me. What he meant was, What kind of force should we use to pick her up?

I stared at the photo.

“Use everything,” I said.

Chapter 20

Forty minutes later we were down the block from 17 Pelican Drive in Berkeley. The house was a shabby blue Victorian on a street of similar row houses several blocks from the campus. Two patrol cars had the street blocked off. A SWAT van pulled up alongside. I didn’t know what to expect, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

We all do

“Let’s go find a missing baby,” I said to the guys.

Jacobi, Cappy, and I crept behind a line of parked cars close to the front of the house. No sign of activity inside. We knew the place could be booby-trapped.

Two inspectors sidled up to the front porch. A SWAT team guy waited with a ram in case we needed to break in. The

scene was eerily quiet.

I gave the nod. Let’s go in.

“Open up! San Francisco Police!” Cappy rapped heavily on the door.

My eyes were peeled to the side windows for any sign of activity. They had already used a bomb. I was sure there’d be no hesitation to opening up with guns. But there was nothing.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching from inside, the sound of a lock being turned. As the door swung open, we trained our guns on whoever was behind it.

The black girl in a Cal-Berkeley sweatshirt, whom the Berkeley cops had seen going in. One look at the SWAT team and she let out a startled scream.

“Wendy Raymore?” Cappy barked, yanking her out of the doorway.

The shocked girl could barely speak. Cappy threw her into the arms of a waiting SWAT team member. Trembling, she pointed to a staircase. “I think she’s up there.”

The three of us pushed our way inside. Two upstairs bedrooms were open and empty. No one inside. Down the hall, another door was closed.

Cappy rapped at the door. “Wendy Raymore? San Francisco Police!”

There was no answer.

The adrenaline was burning in my veins. Cappy looked at me and checked his gun. Jacobi readied himself. I nodded.

Cappy kicked open the door. We moved in, leveling guns around the room.

A girl in a T-shirt shot up in bed. She looked stu

God, what’s going on?”

“Wendy Raymore?” Cappy kept his gun on her.

The girl’s face was white with terror, eyes going back and forth.

“Where’s the baby?” Cappy shouted.

This is all wrong! Fucking all wrong, I was thinking.

The girl had long dark hair and a swarthy complexion. She looked nothing like the description Dia

I put down my gun. We were staring at a different girl.

“This isn’t the au pair,” I said.