The Silent Girl (32 page)

“You gonna call or what?” said Colin. The coward was gone, and the bully was back.

She lifted her phone to dial and went instantly still, her gaze riveted on the warehouse rooftop. On the figure squatting there, silhouetted like a gargoyle against the night sky. It was watching her, just as she was watching it.
Does it see me as friend or enemy?

“There it is!” yelled Colin.

Just as he raised his gun to fire, Jane grabbed his arm. The bullet went wild, flying harmlessly into the sky.

“What the fuck?” Colin yelled. “It’s right there, kill it!”

On the rooftop, the figure didn’t move; it simply sat staring at them.

“If you don’t take it down, I will,” said Colin. Once again he lifted his gun and suddenly froze, scanning the rooftop. “Where is it? Where’d it go?”

“It’s gone,” said Jane, staring up at the empty rooftop.
You saved my life once; now I’ve saved yours
.

D
ONOHUE’S A DIRTBAG,” SAID TAM. “I SAY WE JUST LET THE THING
take him out. Let it take them all out.”

The thing
. They had no other name for whatever it was that had perched on the warehouse last night. No one had seen its face or heard its voice. They’d caught only glimpses of it, and always in darkness, where it was little more than shadow moving across shadow. In the battle between good and evil,
the thing
had clearly staked its position. Already it had cut down two hired killers. Now its gaze was fixed on Donohue.

But it spared me, thought Jane.
How does it know I’m one of the good guys?

“Whatever it is,” said Frost, “it’s pretty damn clever at avoiding surveillance cameras.”

The three detectives had spent all morning in the second-floor conference room, reviewing video footage from cameras mounted throughout the Jeffries Point neighborhood where Donohue’s warehouse was located. The feed from one of Donohue’s cameras was now playing on the monitor, and it showed an evening view of his
parking lot. Jane watched her own car pull in through the gate and park in the stall next to Donohue’s Mercedes.

“Smile. You’re on candid camera,” said Frost.

On the video, Jane stepped out of her car and paused to look at the sky, as though sniffing the wind. Is my hair really that messy? she thought, wincing at her own image. Do I really slouch that badly? Gotta learn to stand straight and hold in my stomach.

Now Donohue’s man Sean appeared, and they had their conversation about Jane’s weapon, Sean insisting, Jane squaring her shoulders in resistance.

“Why didn’t you ask us to go there with you?” said Tam.

“I was just there to pick up the note. It was nothing.”

“Turned into a lot more than nothing. You could have used us.”

On the screen, Jane and the bodyguard disappeared into the warehouse and the view went static. There was no movement, no change in the parking lot except for the transitory glow of a car’s headlights as it passed by on the street. Frost fast-forwarded the video five minutes. Ten minutes. The image suddenly flickered and went blank.

“And that’s it,” said Frost. “The same thing happens in all four of his surveillance cameras. The power cuts out, and the picture goes blank.”

“So we don’t have a single shot of the thing,” said Tam.

“Not on Donohue’s cameras.”

“Is this thing invisible?”

“Maybe it just knows what it’s doing.” Frost brought up thumbnail photos of the warehouse exterior. “I brought my camera out there this morning and took these pictures. You can see where all the cameras are mounted. As you might expect, they’re focused on entrance points. The doors and the truck bays. But the back side of the building is just uninterrupted wall, so it wasn’t under surveillance. Nor was the rooftop.” He looked at Jane. “So it is physically possible to evade the cameras. Which means this doesn’t have to be some supernatural creature.”

“Last night, it was easy to believe it was,” said Jane softly, remembering
the eerie creaks and squeals of the meat hooks swaying around her in the warehouse. “He has a security system and bodyguards. He’s armed to the teeth. But against this thing, Donohue has no idea how to protect himself and he’s scared shitless.”

“Why should we care, exactly?” said Tam. “The thing’s doing our job for us. When it comes to cleaning up the bad guys, I say let it rip.”

Jane stared at the photos of Donohue’s warehouse. “You know, I have a hard time disagreeing with you. I owe that thing my life. But I want to know how it penetrated the building. I was right there, yet I didn’t see it until the very end. When it
allowed
me to see it. When it sat up on the roof long enough for Donohue’s man to see it, too.”

“Why would it do that?” said Frost.

“Maybe to prove to us it actually exists? Maybe to scare Donohue, show him it can take him down anytime it wants to?”

“Then why didn’t it? Donohue’s still alive and kicking.”

“And scared to death,” said Jane. “Funny thing is, I’m not afraid of it anymore. I think it’s here for a reason. I just want to know how it does what it does.” She looked at Tam. “What do you know about wushu?”

He sighed. “Of course you’d turn to the Asian guy.”

“Come on Tam, you’re the logical man to ask. Seems like you know a lot about Chinese folktales.”

“Yeah,” he conceded. “Courtesy of my grandmother.”

“Donohue thinks that ninja warriors are after him. I looked it up last night and I found out ninja techniques actually come from China. Donohue says these guys are raised from childhood to kill, and they can penetrate any defenses.”

“We both know half of that is fantasy.”

“Yeah, but which half?”

“The half that made it into
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
”

“I liked that movie,” said Frost.

“But did you ever once believe that warriors can fly through the air and fight in treetops? Of course not, because it’s a fairy tale. Just like all the other tales my grandma told me about monks who could
walk on water. Immortals who came down from heaven to mingle with men.”

“But legends sometimes have an element of truth to them,” said Jane. “And there really were fighting monks in China.”

“Okay,” admitted Tam. “Maybe that part is real. There actually were fighting Shaolin monks from a mountain temple. They got famous for their combat skills after they defended the emperor against an uprising. But the art of wushu goes back long before those monks. It’s thousands of years old, so old that no one really knows its true history. And with every century that goes by, the tales get more and more outlandish. That’s how you end up with people thinking that wushu warriors are like ghosts. Impossible to kill.”

“After last night, I’d almost believe it’s true,” said Jane.

“Come on.”

“You weren’t there. You didn’t see it.”

“I’d almost believe it’s a ghost, too,” Frost said as he studied another video on the screen. “I pulled footage from cameras all over that neighborhood, and so far I haven’t caught a glimpse. It managed to slip through blind spots everywhere.” He pointed to the monitor. “This camera is mounted right across the street from Donohue’s warehouse. It was recording the whole time, yet nothing shows up.”

“If it’s flesh and blood, it’s going to turn up somewhere,” said Jane.

Frost switched to a different video. “Okay, now this camera’s about a block away, almost to Summer Street.” He hit Play, and a view of an alley appeared, a chain-link fence blocking the far end. Minutes passed and nothing moved, nothing changed. “Again, nothing.”

Jane gave Frost a sympathetic pat on the back and finally stood up. “Happy viewing. Call me if you spot anything.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

She was almost out the door when she heard Frost suck in a sharp breath. She turned. “What?”

“It went by so fast!”

“I didn’t see a thing,” said Tam.

Jane moved back to the monitor and watched as Frost rewound and hit Play again. The same static image reappeared. The same dimly lit alley with the chain-link fence at the far end.

“There.”
said Frost.

The figure seemed to materialize out of darkness, its back to the camera as it moved in a blur down the alley. In one swift leap it launched itself up and over the fence and landed in a crouch on the other side. There it paused and straightened to its full height.

Frost froze the image.

It was garbed head-to-toe in black. They could not see a face, but the figure clearly stood out in silhouette, revealing a slender waist and the unmistakable curve of hips.

“It’s a woman,” said Frost.

B
ELLA
L
I STRODE
into Boston PD’s Schroeder Plaza wearing low-slung blue jeans, tall boots, and a black leather jacket. Before stepping through the metal detector, she made a grand show of peeling off that jacket, a strip tease for all the cops who were watching, and revealed a skintight T-shirt that hugged every curve of her braless breasts. She returned their stares with a lethal smile and swaggered through security to meet Jane, who was waiting for her on the other side.

“Didn’t know I’d have to pass inspection,” Bella said.

“Everyone does. Even the mayor.” Jane waved her toward the elevator. “We’re going upstairs.”

As they rode up to the second floor, Bella stood with hip cocked, leather jacket slung over her shoulder. Her short hair stood up even spikier than usual, like the fur of a cat that’s been riled and is ready to fight. And this is one gal who could probably take me down, Jane thought. Bella might not be big, but she was all muscle and as lithe as a panther. Staring at her, Jane wondered: Are you the creature I saw perched on the rooftop? Are you the one who saved my life in that alley?

On the second floor, Jane escorted Bella to the interview room.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll let Detective Frost know you’re here,” she said, and left the young woman alone.

In the adjoining room, Jane joined Frost, who was watching Bella through the one-way mirror. Their guest appeared not in the least nervous, and was leaning back in her chair, boots propped up on the table. Head tipped back, Bella stared at the ceiling, looking bored.

“Did she say anything interesting on the way up?” asked Frost.

Jane shook her head. “Never even asked why we called her in.”

“That’s interesting. You think she knows that we know?”

“I think she’s trying to show us that she doesn’t give a damn.”

In the next room, Bella looked straight at the mirror and arched one eyebrow, her expression unmistakable:
Can we get this over with?

“Okay.” Jane sighed. “Let’s go rattle her cage.”

As Jane and Frost walked into the interview room, Bella dropped her feet from the table but remained slouched in her chair, arms crossed, as she answered Jane’s questions in a monotone. The deceptively easy queries came first: Name? Bella Li. Date of birth? May 18. Occupation? Martial arts instructor. Bella sighed loudly, the picture of disinterest. But the next question made the muscles in her forearm twitch.

“Where were you last night, between the hours of six
PM
and nine
PM
?” Jane asked.

Bella shrugged. “I was home.”

“Alone?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“We want to verify your whereabouts.”

“I consider my love life private. I don’t see why I should have to share names with anyone.”

“So someone was with you that night?” asked Frost. “Could you tell us his name?”

“Why do you assume I’m interested in men? Do you really think a woman can’t do better?” She shot a provocative smile at Jane.

“Okay,” Jane said with a sigh. “What was
her
name, then?”

Bella looked down at her own hands, studying her close-clipped fingernails. “There was no one. I was home alone.”

“You could’ve said that earlier.”

“You could have told me why you asked me here.”

“So you were home by yourself. Did you leave your residence at any time?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Maybe if we showed you a photo, you
would
remember.”

“What photo?”

Frost said, “From a security camera on Jeffries Point. You’re very good at eluding surveillance cameras, Ms. Li. But you didn’t spot all of them.”

For the first time, Bella didn’t have a ready response, though her expression did not change and her eyes remained as unperturbed as forest ponds.

“We know it’s you in the video,” Jane lied. Leaning in closer, she saw the girl’s pupils twitch, a reaction that was both involuntary and telling. Bella might appear calm, but her internal fight-or-flight instincts were on full alert. “We know you were there at the warehouse. The question is, why?”

The girl laughed, an impressive rally of nerves in someone so clearly at a disadvantage. “You tell me. Since you seem to know everything.”

“You went there to scare Kevin Donohue.”

“Why would I?”

“First you placed a threatening note on his windshield. Then you broke into his warehouse. Disabled his security system and his phone line.”