A loud slam echoed through the room in the pitch dark-the metal door crashing shut. Was somebody locking her in here…or coming in after her? Either possibility struck her senseless with fear. She began to feel her way carefully along the row, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He would surely hear her breathing in the darkness and zero in on her location. Her glance flew around haphazardly and came to rest on an exit sign glowing red at the end of the aisle. She headed for it, stumbling over one of the boxes sitting on the floor, crying out in surprise. Now she was certain she heard footsteps heading toward her. Panting, she ran for the exit sign, praying she wouldn’t crash into anything.
It was an emergency exit. She didn’t hesitate. She hurled her full weight against the handle, setting off an alarm as she stumbled out into a brightly lit stairwell, one flight down from street level. She took the slippery steps two at a time, breathing raggedly, terrified of tripping in her high heels and getting cornered by whoever stalked her. The stairs were confusing. As the staircase curled around on itself, she wasn’t sure whether the metal door she came upon would take her outside or lead her nowhere, trap her. She heard something behind her. No time to decide. She crashed against the door, tumbling out into pouring rain. She was in the deserted loading dock behind her building, convinced the footsteps were gaining on her.
17
GASPING FOR BREATH AND RAPIDLY GETTING soaked, Melanie dashed around the side of the building to the cavernous, echoing plaza beside the towering courthouse. The plaza was deserted of people except for a lone homeless man wearing a plastic bag, but cars whizzed by on the slick avenue. She rushed toward the street, bent on hailing a taxi and getting the hell out of here. But the sight of passing traffic calmed her enough that her curiosity kicked in. She managed to slow down and look over her shoulder. She wasn’t being followed. She heaved an enormous sigh. But then she remembered her bag, left propping open the metal door. She couldn’t pay for a taxi home.
She stood in the rain and agonized about whether to go back for it. She couldn’t just leave it there. Not only did it contain evidence she’d spent all night searching for, but it had her wallet and keys. If the person who’d chased her took those, he could gain access to her apartment, where Maya was sleeping. But she couldn’t go back either. Whoever had chased her might still be down there. No way was she risking running into him again. Who the hell was he? How could he possibly have gotten in? The building was so well secured these days. Federal marshals during the day and private security guards, all retired cops, at night. A guard was stationed at the main entrance. Several others executed regular patrols throughout the building. Yet somehow he’d managed to get in.
As she stood there dumbly, uncertain of what to do next, somebody behind her called her name. She turned. Dan O’Reilly was striding toward her, coming from the direction of her building.
“THANK GOD YOU’RE HERE!” MELANIE CRIED out when she saw Dan.
“Why? What’s the matter?” he said, rushing up to her. “Are you okay?” She told him about being in the basement, the lights going out, the intruder chasing her.
“Hey, hey, relax. It’s okay. Probably just a custodian or something, thought the lights were left on by mistake and he shut ’ em off. But come on, let’s go back and get your bag before somebody walks off with it.”
“No, Dan, I’m telling you, it wasn’t a custodian. Somebody came after me. I’m scared!”
“Don’t be scared. Here, look at this.” He lifted up his polo shirt to show her the butt of a silver gun protruding from his jeans’ waistband. Even in her distress, her eyes took in the smooth muscles of his stomach. She tried not to notice, but it was just there to see.
“Okay,” she said.
“I’ll be right there with you, and I’m armed. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He pulled his shirt down, taking her arm protectively, gently, leading her back toward her building. She relaxed, being with him. She felt safe, although she suspected he was merely humoring her.
“What the heck were you doing down there by yourself anyway?” he asked.
“I was working,” she said, making an effort to sound casual. “With you lounging around ordering room service with Rosario, somebody has to solve the case. Oh, hey, speaking of Rosario, who’s-”
“A guy from the PD showed up a couple hours ago, so I went to take care of some other stuff. Then I figured I’d swing by here to make sure those wiretap files showed up okay. Did they?”
“Yeah, they did, and, man, were they great. You’re not gonna believe what I found.”
Before she could describe the evidence to Dan, though, they reached her building. The security guard, a sour excop, refused to let her in without her ID.
“I left it in the basement-”
“I don’t care if you left it on the moon,” he snapped. “Rules are rules. You show ID or you can’t come in.”
“Let me explain. I was in the dead-file room, and somebody turned out the lights. Whoever it was started to come after me. I had to go out the emergency exit.”
“That was you who opened the emergency door? You know you set off an alarm?”
“I was running from somebody! There’s been a security breach. You should investigate!”
“Hey, hon, I been on duty since six o’clock, and I checked everybody going in or out. The only security breach tonight was you setting off the alarm. We got two guys down there right now trying to figure out what happened.” Shaking his head, he removed a walkie-talkie clipped to his belt and depressed a button.
“Yo, Pete, it’s Artie. You read me?” he barked into the handset.
The walkie-talkie crackled loudly. “Yeah, Artie? What’s up, over?”
“I got a prosecutor standing right in front of me cops to the whole thing. She heard a noise, thought someone was chasing her,” Artie said sarcastically. The guy on the other end howled with laughter, then said he was on his way back up. Melanie started to protest, but Dan cut her off with a sharp tap on her arm.
“I was thinking maybe she heard a custodian,” Dan said to the guard. “Anybody down there cleaning tonight?”
The guard shrugged. “Cleaning crew does the offices after hours, but they got no reason to go down to dead files. Maybe it was a pipe banging spooked her or something.”
Dan said, “She forgot her pocketbook, so I’m gonna take her back down there to get it, okay? I’ll escort her, and I’ll let you know if we find the…uh, intruder.” Dan practically winked at the guard.
“Right, okay, as long as you’ll take responsibility for her. Sign in,” he told Melanie. “I’ll verify your ID on the way out. And please, honey, do me a favor. Stay away from the emergency exits.” Smiling smugly to himself, he went back to his newspaper.
They got onto the elevator, and Melanie jabbed the “B” button furiously.
“What a jerk!” she said once the doors closed, quivering with rage. “How could you take his side? You don’t believe me?”
“I wasn’t taking his side, I was bullshitting him. I hate guys like that. Do their twenty years cooping under a bridge somewhere, ignoring their radios, and once they retire, it’s downhill from there. He couldn’t find his own ass in the dark with two hands and a flashlight. So I made sure we both got in, to do our own investigation.”
They reached the basement, and the elevator doors opened. Melanie hesitated and swallowed hard. But Dan was with her. It would be okay.
“This way,” she said, stepping out and leading Dan back down the mustard yellow corridor toward the metal door.