The criminalist continued, "In the trunk of the stolen Honda."
"And that's still out on the eastern end of Long Island?" she asked, understanding finally.
"Of course. Where else would it be? The Ghost stole it, killed Sung and then drove east to hide it--we wouldn't look in that direction. We'd assume he headed west--into the city."
Sellitto hung up his phone and pointed to the street.
Sachs nodded and said, "I've got to go see some people, Rhyme."
"See some people? See, you are treating this like a goddamn picnic. Who?"
She considered for a moment and said, "Some friends."
Chapter Forty-six
She found the family standing outside a run-down house near Owls Head Park. The smell of sewage was heavy in the air--from the treatment plant that had both betrayed them and saved their lives.
None of the family was in handcuffs and Sachs was pleased at that. She was also pleased that two uniformed NYPD police were chatting good-naturedly with the boy who must've been the Changs' youngest son.
His father, Sam Chang, stood with his arms crossed, grim and silent, head down, as an Asian-American man in a suit--an INS agent, she assumed--talked with him, jotting notes.
At his side was an unhappy, stolid woman in her forties, holding the hand of Po-Yee. Sachs felt a huge thud within her when she saw the Treasured Child. The toddler was adorable. A round-faced girl with silky black hair cut in bangs and short on the sides. She wore red corduroy jeans and a Hello Kitty sweatshirt that was about two sizes too big for her.
A detective recognized Sellitto and walked up to him and Sachs. "The family's fine. We're taking them to INS detention in Queens. It looks like with Chang's record of dissident activity--he was at Tiananmen and has a history of persecution--he's got a good shot at asylum."
"You have caught the Ghost?" Sam Chang asked her in unsteady English as he joined them. He would have heard the news but understandably couldn't get enough reassurance that the killer was in fact safely in custody.
"Yes," she said, her eyes not on the man she was speaking to, though, but on Po-Yee. "He's in custody."
Chang said, "You were important with his capture?"
Sachs smiled. "I was at the party, yep."
"Thank you." The man seemed to want to add more but the English was perhaps too daunting. He thought for a moment and then asked, "I may ask you? The man, old man, killed in Ghost's apartment building? Where is body?"
"Your father?"
"Yes."
"At the city morgue. Downtown in Manhattan."
"He must have proper funeral. Is very important."
Sachs said, "I'll make sure he's not moved. After you're through with the INS you can arrange to have a funeral home pick him up."
"Thank you."
A small blue Dodge with a City of New York seal pulled up to the scene. A black woman in a brown pants suit got out, carrying an attache case. The woman spoke to the INS agent and Sachs. "I'm Chiffon Wilson. I'm a social worker with Children's Services." An ID card was flashed.
"You're here for the baby?"
"Right."
Chang looked quickly at his wife. Sachs asked, "You're taking her?"
"We have to."