Stone Barrington 06-11

service has declined to report her activities to any police force or to Interpol, so there were no outstanding charges under which she could be detained.”
    The room went very quiet, since everyone knew that the decision not to alert police had been Architect’s.
    “Quite,” he said calmly, betraying no annoyance. “Go on.”
    “Finally, she presented a valid passport in her true name with a valid entry stamp, or at least a forgery so good that the police were unable to detect it. She was represented by a New York attorney named Sol Kaminsky, who has, in the past, been known to represent Arab terrorists in court. He was prominent in the unsuccessful defense of the men who placed a bomb in the basement car park of the World Trade Center some years ago.”
    “I am acquainted with Mr. Kaminsky’s reputation,” Architect said. “Who made the decision to release La Biche?”
    “The deputy district attorney of New York County was personally present during her interrogation, and when no probable cause could be found to hold her, or even to photograph and fingerprint her, he ordered her release.”
    Architect nodded. “And how would you assess our current situation, Carpenter?”
    “We don’t know where she is or who may be helping her. We have no credible evidence against her, so that even if we were able to apprehend her, we could not bring her to trial—and, if we were somehow able to do so, she would be acquitted, in either a British or American court. I should point out that, due to her very average appearance, which changes constantly, and the absence of a fingerprint record, we would find it very difficult even to identify her. In short, we haven’t laid a glove on her, nor are we likely to do so.”
    Architect fixed her with a steely gaze. “In your desire to be realistic, you are being too pessimistic, Carpenter. Do you have a plan for proceeding?”
    “We know that she has, in the past, frequented lesbian bars, where she has picked up women, murdered them, and used their residences and identities for short periods. I suggest that, since we have a number of women present, we stake out as many such bars as we can, in the hope of spotting her. Every such officer should be wired and under constant electronic surveillance.”
    “You will note that I brought four female officers with me,” Architect said. “Any other recommendations?”
    “We should tap the telephones of Mr. Kaminsky’s law offices and his home, and keep him under surveillance. He is the only person we know her to have contacted in New York.”

    Architect’s voice became even softer. “Is that all? Surely you have a further recommendation.”
    Carpenter met his gaze and held it. When the inquiry into this situation came, as it surely would, she wanted to be on record. “I have no further recommendation, sir.” It is bloody well going to have to come from you, you silky bastard, she thought.
    “You disappoint me, Carpenter.”
    “I’m very sorry, sir.”
    “Quite.” Architect looked around the table. “All right, here is how we will proceed: Mason, you will undertake the staking out and electronic surveillance of the lesbian bars. Incidentally, how will we find them?” He looked around the table for an answer.
    Carpenter spoke up. “I would suggest that we begin by walking the streets of Greenwich Village and Soho. Once some such establishments have been located, our people can inquire among the customers present about the location of others.”
    “Well,” Architect said, permitting himself another hint of a smile, “I feel some small relief in learning that none of my people has any personal acquaintance with such places. See to it, Mason.”
    “Yes, sir,” Mason replied.
    “Sparks,” Architect said, singling out another male officer, “I will leave the electronic surveillance of Mr. Kaminsky in your hands. See that our presence does not become known to the local authorities.”
    “Yes, sir,” the man replied. “Will we seek FBI approval?”
    “Not exactly,” Architect replied, “but I am having dinner this evening with the director of that agency, who is in New York, and I will see that he is appropriately apprised of our activities.”
    “Thank you, sir,” Sparks replied.
    “Well,” Architect said, closing his briefcase, “I believe we’re finished.”
    “Excuse me, sir,” Carpenter said. “Do you have an assignment for me?”
    Architect gazed at her. “Well, obviously, since La Biche has seen