She had called Rhyme briefly earlier to tell him Pam was all right but she now wanted to let him know about the possible lead. She pulled out her cell phone but, before she called, she paused on the curb and looked around.
"What's the matter, Amelia?"
She put the phone back in its holster. "My car." The Camaro was gone. Sachs felt a surge of alarm. Her gaze swiveled up and down the street, her hand strayed to the Glock. Was 522 here? Had he stolen the car?
The patrol officer was just leaving the backyard and she asked if he'd seen anybody.
"That car, that old one? It was yours?"
"Yeah, I think the perp might've boosted it."
"Sorry, Detective, I think it got towed. I woulda said something if I'd known it was yours."
Towed? Maybe she'd forgotten to put the NYPD placard on the dash.
She and Pam walked up the street to the girl's beat-up Honda Civic and drove to the local precinct. The desk sergeant there, whom she knew, had heard about the break-in. "Hi, Amelia. The boys canvassed the hood real careful. Nobody saw the perp."
"Listen, Vinnie, my wheels're gone. They were by the hydrant across the street from my place."
"Pool car?"
"No."
"Not your old Chevy?"
"Yep."
"Aw, no. That's lousy."
"Somebody said it got towed. I don't know if I had the official-business sign on the dash."
"Still, they ought to've run the plate, seen who it was registered to. Shit, that sucks. Sorry, miss."
Pam smiled to show her immunity to words that she'd just uttered herself occasionally.
Sachs gave the sergeant the plate number and he made some calls, checked the computer. "Naw, it wasn't Parking Violations. Hold on a second." He made some other calls.
Son of a bitch. She couldn't afford to be without her wheels. She wanted desperately to check out the lead she'd found at her town house.
But her frustration became concern when she noticed the frown on Vinnie's face. "You sure? . . . Okay. Where'd it go to? . . . Yeah? Well, gimme a call back as soon as you know." He hung up.
"What?"
"The Camaro, you have it financed?"
"Financed? No."
"This is weird. A repo team got it."
"Somebody repossessed it?"
"According to them, you missed six months' payments."
"Vinnie, it's a 'sixty-nine. My dad bought it for cash in the seventies. It's never had a lien on it. Who was the lender supposed to be?"
"My guy didn't know. He's going to check it out and call back. He'll find out where they took it."
"Goddamn last thing I need. You have wheels here?"