Shadow Prey

minute we see him. Put some guys in cars, take him. Or if he gets in that apartment, kick the door. We could put an entry team in there, take the door off, and we’re inside before they can move . . . .”
    “But what if he’s willing to die? Like Bluebird?” Lucas asked. “You can get the drop on somebody, but if he’s willing to die, and if he goes for a gun, what’re you gonna do?You’re gonna shoot him. I don’t give a shit if you kill him, but I’d like to talk to him first.”
    Kieffer shook his head. “It’s a bad plan,” he said. “He’ll slip away. I’m telling you that on the record.”
    “Lemme know when the record’s released,” Lucas said.
    Lily grinned without thinking, but killed the smile when Lucas looked at her. She was still mad.
    Daniel turned to Del. “These two guys, the roommates. What do we know about them?”
    “One of them works at a bakery. One of them’s unemployed. He spends most of his time at a health club, lifting. He supposedly does some modeling for art classes, big scandal in the building. You know, nude stuff. Anyway, that’s what we get from the super.”
    “Can you locate them, put a guy on each one of them?”
    “I think so.”
    “Do it. Lily, we’re going to need you for the warrant.” Daniel looked at Lucas. “And you better figure out how you’ll get in. We’ll want you to do the search.”
    Kieffer got up and walked to the door. “I don’t know anything about this,” he said, and left.
     
    Lucas stopped Del in the hallway.
    “How are we going to do this?” he asked.
    “I could get a key . . . .”
    “That’d be quicker’n a power pick. The fuckin’ pick sounds like you dropped a tray full of silverware.”
    “I’ll talk to the super . . . .”
    “You got a little weight on them?” Lucas asked.
    “A little,” Del said. “They push some toot out the back door, supplement the old man’s Social Security.”
    “Okay. As long as they’re fixed. Are you going down there now?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I’ve got to stop in my office, pick up a tape recorder and a Polaroid. I’ll be right behind you.”
     
    The building across from Hood’s had an alleyway access. Lucas dumped the Porsche a block away and walked in. Del was waiting with the key.
    “The baker’s halfway through his shift. He gets off at four. The other guy’s at the club. He’s doing bench presses and he told Dave that he always sits in the whirlpool after a heavy workout, so he’ll be a while.” Del handed Lucas a Yale key. “The warrant’s on the way. Daniel said to stick it into one of Hood’s coat sleeves before you leave. Like in a parka or something. Someplace he won’t look right away.”
     
    Lily arrived five minutes later, with Sloan.
    “We’ve got a warrant,” she told Lucas. She made no move to hand it to him. “I’m coming along.”
    “Fuck that.”
    “I’m coming,” she insisted. “He’s my man and two of us can go through the place faster than one.”
    “Not a bad idea,” said Del. “No offense, man, but you kinda smell like a cop. If somebody sees you in the hallway, before you get in . . . Lily’d be a little camouflage.”
    Lucas looked from Lily to Del and back. “All right,” he said. “Let’s go.”
     
    “Hope there’s nobody crashing in here. You know, a guest,” Lily said as they crossed the street. Hood’s building was made of old red sandstone; the wooden windows showed dry rot.
    “Don’t worry, I’ll cover you,” Lucas said. He tried to make it light, a joke, but it came out macho.
    She stared back at him. “You can be a pain in the ass, you know?”
    “That was supposed to be a joke.”
    “Yeah. Well.” Her eyes broke away.
    Lucas shook his head. He wasn’t doing anything right. He followed her up the stoop into the building. First door on the right. He knocked once. No answer. And again. No answer. He put the key in the lock, cracked the door. Lily looked down the hall, checking the other doorways for watchers.
    “Hello?” Lucas made it loud, but not too loud. Then he whistled. “Here, boy. Here, pup.”
    After a few seconds of silence, Lily said, “Nobody home.”
    “Probably a fuckin’ Rottweiler under the bed with itstongue cut out to make it mean,” Lucas said. He pushed open the door and they stepped inside.
    “That’s a heck of a door,” Lucas said as he eased it shut.
    “What?”
    “It’s an old building. They still have the original doors—solid oak or walnut or