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better.’
    Stuffing a crumpled napkin into his cup, Daniel asked, ‘But what if she’s not home?’
    Gabriela thought for a moment. ‘Then it’s Plan B.’
    ‘Which is?’
    ‘I’ll break into her fucking apartment and turn it inside out.’
     
    They stood on the corner of 88th and Madison, two buildings away from the one Gabriela pointed at. ‘That’s it. That’s where she lives, his girlfriend, or mistress, or accomplice. Whatever Ms Dietrich is.’
    ‘“Slut” was the most recent job description, I thought,’ Daniel reminded in a whisper.
    Gabriela dug through the documents in her purse. She then placed a call and held the phone to her ear. After a few seconds she put the unit away. She said, ‘Voice mail. I guess we assume she’s not there.’
    ‘As opposed to assuming she’s not answering because she’s busy cleaning her shotgun?’ He looked boyish, he looked charming … and he seemed a bit charmed himself as he scanned her face.
    ‘Okay. We go with the alternative.’
    Plan B …
    ‘Wait here a minute,’ she told him and walked into the lobby of the elegant brownstone, looking over the mailboxes. She returned to Daniel. ‘Brother, she’s got the whole second floor.’ They gazed at those windows, which were dark. The rooms seemed to be unoccupied.
    ‘Come on,’ she said.
    They walked into the alleyway beside the building. All the windows on the ground floor were barred with elaborate, scrolly grates. The second-floor windows, however, were not protected, and one was partly open.
    ‘Help me.’
    They wheeled a Dumpster below it.
    Gabriela then turned and walked back to the street, with Daniel following. She surveyed the scene. The sidewalk wasn’t crowded. ‘The alley’s narrow,’ she pointed out. ‘There’s no reason for anybody to look into it and see me.’
    ‘You’re really going to break in?’
    ‘Yep. I sure as hell am.’
    She noted a closed antiques store on the corner. In front were two massive Chinese lions, secured to the sidewalk with massive chains. Who on earth would steal them? she thought. How could you fence eight hundred pounds of ugly sculpture?
    ‘You wait there and, I don’t know – pretend to make a call. If you see anybody walk up to the building, call me.’
    He gave her a quick kiss. ‘Good luck.’ He retreated ten feet and took out his mobile.
    Gabriela started back to the alley. She had just reached the mouth when, with a staccato flutter of urgent, official lights, an unmarked police car, followed by a blue-and-white NYPD cruiser, skidded to a stop in front of the building.
    Daniel started forward but Gabriela subtly gestured for him to stay where he was.
    The two detectives who’d stopped the pair yesterday, Kepler and Surani, climbed out of the unmarked police car. A uniformed officer, blond and young, exited the cruiser.
    None of them looked Daniel’s way.
    Kepler gestured toward where they stood on the sidewalk. ‘Come on over here, Ms McKenzie.’
    She didn’t move.
    ‘Please. Now.’
    She hesitated then joined them.
    ‘Tell us what’re you doing.’ Surani insisted, though politely.
    ‘That’s my business.’
    ‘Well, explain what that business is and why it involves an alleyway.’
    ‘I wasn’t breaking any laws,’ she shot back.
    ‘No? Were you – just speculating here – thinking of maybe … breaking into somebody’s apartment?’ From Kepler, of course, and delivered frosted with sarcasm.
    ‘That’s ridiculous. A friend of my boss lives here.’
    ‘“Friend”?’ Kepler asked sarcastically.
    ‘We know about Ms Dietrich,’ Surani said.
    Gabriela snapped, ‘I have every right to talk to her.’
    Kepler asked, ‘About what?’
    ‘And I have every right not to tell you that.’
    Her eyes swiveled toward the antiques store, the massive lions. Daniel was standing behind some spectators, twenty feet away. He was close – he could hear the exchange, she could tell – but not so near that the cops noticed him. Her frown