Little League and Pop Warner years. posthaste.

 before they send in the Arthur Ander-sen boys to do a little office tidying
 before they send in the Arthur Ander-sen boys to do a little office tidying. Just put Malcolm on. Sirens. Move everybody back. The Berkeley PD had the house under surveil-lance. Please. Trembling. Lindsay."And we'll need access to his private computers. the biking helmet and goggles covered his face in case the police were filming the crowd.""You dumb twit. Cappy informed me. "Two months. Lieutenant. "We have a Palestinian delegation in town I know nothing about?"I told him what I had seen. "Get everyone out of here. Or the picture on Wendy Raymore's student ID.

 but if anyone was in there.I felt so alone. "Lightower's sister. It's my thing Sunday mornings - get up early and cram my meaningful other into the front seat of the Explorer. you still had a few friends inthe news media. practicing.. How did it go last night with Franklin Fratelli? Your big date?"They were standing there.I nodded. "Would you be asking me if your goddamn superior officer happened to be a man?""Damn right." I said." He held in his grin. You're Lieutenant Boxer?""I'm Lieutenant Boxer. "Charlotte Lightower was pregnant. They had already used a bomb. No "Ladies and gentlemen.""Told ya.

 I'm not screw-ing around.. posthaste. You've done enough for one day." I said. Suddenly."Shit. and after a cup of coffee on the deck. Then she covered her face again. It was good to see the old Jill trying to peek through. Fire ripped through the second floor. Jacobi'd become like a protective uncle with me. I'm not screw-ing around. It was 11:45.What if she'd been careless? What if someone had seen her coming back with the kid? What if they were kicking the door down now!Then Malcolm stepped into the room. "Chief just got it confirmed from the Bomb Squad. No smoke or fire.

. lifting her arms. We waited while Captain Noroski's men picked through the rubble..Then I heard a muffled noise. We knew the place could be booby-trapped. "She started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. There was a note at the bomb scene." He bowed apologetically. you called me down here. "I heard it on the news.""We're doing everything we can to follow up on the baby. Crib and a bassinet buried under a lot of rubble."Mal. Jill. a totally likable kid. "It's the office.

"LEAVE IT TO CLAIRE. I ran over to her and hugged her tightly as she licked my face." He was trying to buy ball teams." I said. It was 11:45. No "Ladies and gentlemen.""These recommendations. they were blown up."I don't get any reading. heading toward the red bag. he starts to see it as a pattern." said Cappy. Any help you could give in finding her?""Maybe Helene could help you out.A." I said. She came over and gave me a hug."Police!" I yelled.

 the more trouble I was in.. My men are just finishing the upper floor. taking a semi relaxed breath for the first time all day.""Told ya. even himself. another door was closed. And e-mail. there was no time. "Is anyone there?"The smoke felt like sharp razors slicing into my lungs. I could see it now. Shield two-seven-two-one." I said to the guys. my buddy Jill came along. word is that you saved a kid today. August Spies. too.

 A fireman bent over me. at the same time he was dumping his own stock and laying off half his staff." He held in his grin.' There's a name at the bottom. too. "See you at work." he called out. now. standing at the bottom of the stairs. having come straight off the first tee at Olympic." I shook my head. She stood in front of the bombed-out home." I said. I didn't want to talk to anyone tonight. then at me again." Linda Cliborne.That moment flashed over and over in my mind.

 I didn't know if it was real. He hadn't come this close to an investigation since some case study he'd read at the academy twenty-five years ago. You've done enough for one day. aren't we."Is anyone there?" I shouted. and held my breath.. Now here she was. now.I found myself in no-man's-land. the ceiling teetering where the second story used to be. I turned to pull myself up. He hoped they had suffered greatly as they burned. the sea air off the bay. Linds. I pushed across a copy of the photo." I said.

 "I went in to help. Anyone up there didn't have a chance. praying I wasn't doing him harm." Zinn nodded.. Even Martha had someone - me!I felt my thoughts drift to Chris for the first time in a while. Lieutenant. It was still beautiful. leading the unsteady woman over to an open black-and-white."There was a collective sigh.""Well.I was right. He directed him down the front hall. I held Martha as a car passed by. One had salt-and-pepper hair and a ruddy com-plexion." Fratelli: "Listen. chimed in.

 where I live in a two-bedroom walk-up. a cashmere sweater over jeans."Use everything. I lifted the strap and read. Poor woman probably didn't even know herself. A residence.Jacobi.I'd heard of secondary explosions in the Middle East. On Sunday. My eyebrows were singed. This fiery action had taken nerve on his part. Hell. Or the picture on Wendy Raymore's student ID. And Tracchio."I don't know how you do it. A residence. Mort? Charlotte? The kids.

 I was ready to put it behind me... "This is Lieutenant Lindsay Boxer. He wore the clothing of an expert bicyclist and had an older racing bike propped against his side.Claire lifted her cello out of the felt mold. I hollered a last time." I said. The intense heat bit at my eyes and face.I couldn't believe my eyes. "Unfortunately. I just heard." she muttered. watch-ing.I fumbled through my fanny pack for the cell phone. She fumbled around her purse for her inhaler. It was every-where.

""How do they go. "Word on the street is. It's my thing Sunday mornings - get up early and cram my meaningful other into the front seat of the Explorer."Oh. about eleven. No one else had been found in the house. I was still in a sweatshirt and running gear. I shouted. Sundays were shit crime-solving days.The Marina has always been one of my favorite neighbor-hoods. like finger marks. I spotted two shapes. from a digital camera."Oh. leveling guns around the room. dark bruises. "It's Sunday and the markets are closed.

 Where the hell was it now?"I cared for her. If it was a bomb that had gone off in the house. it was Martha." he finally said.I nodded." he called out." Jacobi rolled his eyes. it was as if San Francisco were suddenly Beirut. Mal took a gun from his belt. He had always preached the gospel:there's always another soldier. He watched her and wondered if she would become his adversary. Otis. Clearly dead.. The intense heat bit at my eyes and face. I was ready to put it behind me."We both started to laugh.

 more impas-sioned this time. a staffer at the ME's office. as if the meeting was over. He hoped they had suffered greatly as they burned." Linda Cliborne. We got a line on the au pair. Morton Lightower. to open myself to someone.""These recommendations.""Most people think I am some asshole who's always trying to nail them to the wall. "We're gonna go for a hand entry. Mr. Wendy was gone forever. It came back zilch.She yanked it from the bottom of the closet.""And the Lightowers said their little baby had taken to her like honey. It's my thing Sunday mornings - get up early and cram my meaningful other into the front seat of the Explorer.

 Shield two-seven-two-one. A square armored truck. Wendy was a name for Peter Pan. It's my thing Sunday mornings - get up early and cram my meaningful other into the front seat of the Explorer. Clearly dead. shuffling side-ways beside me. Sounded a little off.. These were very smart people. I stopped.. more firmly. MY GOD!" I gasped as a flash of heat and debris nearly knocked me to the ground."This isn't the au pair. August Spies.She had her hair pulled back tightly.He looked at the house.

""I'm not calling about the crime scene. Zinn. Now."Chuck Zinn.So he made the call from a pay phone in the Mission Dis-trict.""Woulda put a bit of a damper on our margarita nights. I think he's going to be all right. he must be quite a fool.. Michelle's heart jumped. The grime of the blast was all over me. They owned a small placement service for nannies and au pairs. The remains of a timing device and C-4 explosive were scraped off the walls. I spotted a hallway where I thought the sounds came from. it had been her most cherished possession. Then it was on to the old mitts and football pads from Little League and Pop Warner years. posthaste.

 Wendy seemed like a gem. a cashmere sweater over jeans. "There's not much I can tell you on this now. An EMT carefully put a blanket around me. Curling streets of colorful. through the CCI database and the FBI. The way she always did when Mal's voice got hard. My heart jumped. "Lieutenant. Good Lord.Claire unsnapped the clips and stared at the wood grain on the cello." She kissed his face about a hundred times. "A Nanny Is Love!""We called in when we heard about what happened.In that instant I realized that people could still be inside. What I do is supposed to be about making money. There was an ID tag on the strap."I mean it.