Deaver, Jeffery - The Burning Wire by Deaver Jeffery

Author:Deaver, Jeffery
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf

She aimed in that direction too. Holding the flashlight out to her side at arm's length so she wouldn't present a vital-zone target, she clicked it on, the blinding beam fil ing the grim corridor.

No gunshots, no arc flashes.

But Galt had claimed another victim.

About thirty feet away an Algonquin worker lay on

his side, duct tape over his mouth, hands tied behind him. He was bleeding from the temple and behind his ear.

"Let's go!"

The other officers rose and the three of them hurried down the tunnel to the man she supposed was Joey Barzan. In the beam she could see it wasn't Galt. The worker was badly injured and bleeding heavily. As one of the patrolmen hurried toward him to stop the hemorrhaging, Barzan began to shake his head frantical y and wail beneath the tape.

At first Sachs assumed he was dying and that death tremors were shaking his body. But as she got closer to him she looked at his wide eyes and glanced down, fol owing their path. He was lying not on the bare floor but on a thick piece of what looked like Teflon or plastic.

"Stop!" she shouted to the officer reaching forward to help the man. "It's a trap!"

The patrolman froze.

She remembered what Sommers had told her about wounds and blood making the body much less resistant to electricity.

Then, without touching the worker, she walked around behind him.

His hands were bound, yes. But not with tape or rope--with bare copper wire. Which had been spliced into one of the lines on the wal . She grabbed Sommers's voltage detector and aimed it at the wire wrapped around Barzan's flesh.

The meter jumped off the scale at 10,000v. Had the patrolman touched him, the juice would have streaked through him, through the officer and into the ground, kil ing them instantly.

Sachs stepped back and turned up the volume on her radio to cal Nancy Simpson and have her find Bob Cavanaugh and tel the operations director he needed to cut the head off another snake.

Chapter 39

RON PULASKI HAD managed to nurse Ray Galt's damaged computer printer back to life. And he was grabbing the hot sheets of paper as they eased into the output tray.

The young officer pored over them desperately, searching for clues as to the man's whereabouts, accomplices, the location of Justice For . . . anything that might move them closer to stopping the attacks.

Detective Cooper sent him a text, explaining that they hadn't successful y stopped Galt at a hotel downtown. They were stil searching for the kil er in the Wal Street area. Did Pulaski have anything that could help?

"Not yet. Soon, I hope." He sent the message, turned back to the printouts.

Of the eight remaining pages in the print queue, nothing was immediately relevant to finding and stopping the kil er. But Pulaski did learn something

that might become helpful: Raymond Galt's motive.

Some of the pages were printouts of postings that Galt had made on blogs and online newsletters.

Others were downloads of medical research, some very detailed and written by doctors with good credentials.

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