"What? Get him the hell out."
"I'm trying to." She rose painfully and stormed up to the Chinese cop. "You're contaminating the scene."
"A little smoke. You Americans are worry too much--"
"And the trace on your shoes, on your clothes, your footprints . . . You're ruining the scene!"
"No, no, I investigate."
"Get him out of there, Sachs!" Rhyme called.
She took him by the arm and walked him to the door. She called to Deng and Coe. "Keep him out."
"Sorry, Officer," Eddie Deng said. "He said he was going to help you run the scene."
"I am doing," Li said, perplexed. "What is problem?"
"Keep him here. Cuff him if you have to."
"Hey, Hongse, you got temper. You know that?"
She stormed back to the scene and finished the printing.
Rhyme said, "Is Eddie Deng there?"
"He's outside," Sachs replied.
"I know the company's supposedly clean but have him go through the files anyway--I assume they're in Chinese. See if he can find anything about the Ghost or smuggling, other snakeheads. Anything helpful."
Outside, she waved to Eddie Deng. He plucked a telephone earbud out of his ear and joined her. She relayed Rhyme's request and, as the Photo and Identification Units took over for Sachs, Deng dug through the desks and file cabinets. After a half hour of diligent work he told her, "Nothing helpful. It's all about restaurant supplies."
She told this to Rhyme and added, "I've got everything here. I'll be back in twenty minutes."
They disconnected the radio.
Massaging her sore spine, she reflected, And what about the Ghost's bangshou? Was he in the city? Was he really a threat to them?
Watch your backs . . .
She was just at the doorway when her cell phone rang. She answered it and was surprised, and pleased, to hear John Sung identify himself.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Fine. The wound itches some." He then added, "I wanted to tell you--I got some herbs for your arthritis. There's a restaurant downstairs in my building. Could you meet me there?"
Sachs looked at her watch. What could it hurt? She wouldn't be long. Handing off the evidence to Deng and Coe, she told them she had a stop to make and would be at Rhyme's in a half hour. They and Sonny Li got a ride back to Rhyme's from another officer. Li looked relieved he wouldn't be riding with her.
Sachs slipped out of the Tyvek suit and packed it away in the CS bus.
As she dropped into the driver's seat she glanced into the warehouse in which she could clearly see the body of Jerry Tang, his ever-open eyes staring at the ceiling.
Another corpse at the hand of the Ghost. Another name transferred from one balance sheet column to the other in The Register of the Living and the Dead.
No more, she thought to the ten judges of hell. Please no more.
Chapter Nineteen
Amelia Sachs, nursing the crime scene bus through the narrow streets of Chinatown, pulled into an alley near John Sung's apartment.