Running a hand through his blond hair, the officer said, ‘Not really. He’s got an idea he wants to pitch, I got the impression. He told me not to park in front of the hotel if I was driving. He was pretty, you know, mysterious. Wasn’t going to say anything on the phone.’

Rhyme looked him over. ‘You have an ankle holster?’

‘Ankle – oh, for a backup piece? I don’t even own one.’

‘Not for backup. Your only piece. You may be frisked. And most friskers stop at the thigh. Sachs?’

Sachs said, ‘I’ll hook him up. A Smith and Wesson Bodyguard. A three eighty. It’s got a laser built in but don’t bother with that. Use the iron sights.’ She dug into a drawer and handed him a small, black automatic. ‘I put nail polish on the sights. Easier to seat a target in bad light. You okay with fiery pink?’

‘I can cope.’

She handed him a small cloth holster with a buckling leather strap. Rhyme recalled she never liked Velcro to secure her weapons. Amelia Sachs left very little to chance.

Pulaski lifted his foot onto a nearby chair and strapped on the holster. It was invisible. Then the officer examined the small, boxy gun. He chambered a round, took another bullet from Sachs and loaded it into the magazine. Six in the hallway, one in the bedroom. He snapped the mag back in.

‘What’s the pull?’

‘It’s heavy. Nine pounds.’

‘Nine. Well.’

‘And double-action only. Your finger’s almost all the way back before it fires. But it’s small as a minnow. Leave the safety off. I don’t even know why they added one. With a pull like that.’

‘Got it.’

Pulaski looked at his watch. ‘I’ve got twenty-five minutes. No time for a wire.’

‘No, there isn’t,’ Rhyme agreed. ‘But the surveillance team’ll have microphones up. You want body armor?’

Shaking his head. ‘They’ll spot that faster than a piece. No, I’ll go in clean.’

‘You sure?’ Sachs asked. ‘Entirely up to you.’

‘I’m sure.’

‘You need to draw them out, rookie. Tell them you want to meet again. Act coy and cautious but insist. Even if it’s in a different state. We’ll get Fred Dellray involved. Federal backup. They do spying right. And don’t go anywhere with them now. We won’t be able to keep tabs on you.’

Pulaski nodded. He walked into the hallway and looked at himself in the mirror. He mussed his hair a bit. ‘Am I inscrutable enough?’

Rhyme said, ‘You are the epitome of unscrupulousness.’

‘Dangerous too,’ Mel Cooper said.

The officer smiled and pulled on his overcoat then disappeared into the front hallway of the town house.

The criminalist called, ‘Keep us posted.’

As he heard the door open to the howling wind, Rhyme asked himself, And what kind of pointless request was that?

CHAPTER 53