trailed Crivaro and McCune across the hall. Before she could follow them into the room, Crivaro held out his hand and stopped her.
“Huh-uh,” he told her. “You can watch from right here in the hallway.”
Riley stood just outside the door and saw five men searching the room. The one who had called out to Jake was standing beside a rectangular shape on the wall.
He said, “This looks like it used to be a dumbwaiter. What do you want to bet we’ll find something inside?”
“Bust it open,” Crivaro said.
Riley took a step forward to see what they were doing.
Jake looked up at her and yelled …
“Hey, Sweeney. What did I just tell you?”
Riley was about to explain that she didn’t actually intend to come inside when Jake ordered a cop …
“Shut that goddamn door.”
The door slammed shut in Riley’s face. Riley stood in the hallway feeling shocked and embarrassed.
Why is Agent Crivaro so angry with me? she wondered.
A lot of noise was coming from inside the room now. It sounded like somebody was taking a crowbar to the place in the wall where the dumbwaiter had once been. Riley wished she could see what was going on, but opening the door again was out of the question.
She walked across the hallway and into the room on the other side, the one the agents had said was already searched. Chairs and furniture were overturned, and a rug was crumpled from having been pulled up and thrown back down again.
Alone there, Riley walked over to the window that overlooked the street.
Outside she saw a few scattered people moving briskly as if in a hurry to get wherever they were going.
They don’t feel safe outside, she realized. It struck her as incredibly sad.
She wondered how long it had been since this neighborhood had been a pleasant place to live.
She also wondered …
Are we really making a difference?
Riley tried to imagine what life might be like here after the “mini station” Agent McCune mentioned was in place. Would neighbors really feel safer because of a couple of cops posted at a picnic table?
Riley sighed as the handful of people on the street continued hurrying to their separate destinations.
She realized she was asking herself the wrong question.
There’s no “we”—at least not yet.
She wasn’t involved in this operation at all. And Agent Crivaro certainly wasn’t showing any confidence in her.
She turned away from the window and headed back toward the door. As she crossed the rumpled rug, she noticed an odd sound under her feet. She stopped in her tracks and stood there for a moment. Then she tapped her heel against the floor.
It sounded oddly hollow where she was standing.
She walked over to the edge of the rug and pulled it off that patch of the floor.
She didn’t see anything unusual, just an ordinary hardwood floor.
I guess I was just imagining things, she thought.
She remembered what one of the agents had said coming out of this room.
“We searched it top to bottom.”
Surely she wasn’t going to find something that four FBI agents had missed.
And yet, she was sure she had heard something odd. She wouldn’t have noticed it if anybody else had been moving around the room. She’d only noticed it because it was quiet in here.
She took a couple of steps to the side and tapped her heel against the floor. The floor sound solid again. Then she stooped down and rapped on the spot she’d noticed before with her knuckles.
Sure enough, it did sound hollow there. She still didn’t see any sign of an opening but …
I wonder.
She could see that one length of board was shorter than the others. It had a dark spot on one end that looked like an ordinary knot.
Riley pressed the knot with her finger.
She almost jumped out of her skin as the board sprang up a little at that end.
I’ve found something! she thought.
I’ve really found something!
CHAPTER FOUR
Riley tugged at the end of the board that had popped up a little.
The whole board came loose. She set it to one side.
And sure enough, there was an opening to a space under the floor.
Riley peered closer. Tucked under the floorboards just out of ready sight were bundles of paper money.
She yelled loudly, “Agent Crivaro! I’ve found something!”
As she waited for a reply, Riley glimpsed something else alongside those bundles. It was the edge of a plastic object.
Riley reached for the object and picked it up.
It was a cell phone—a simpler model than the one she’d been given a little while ago. She realized that this must be one of those prepaid types that couldn’t be traced to an owner.
A burner phone, she thought. That must be very useful for a drug operation.
Suddenly she heard a voice shout from the doorway …
“Sweeney! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Riley turned and saw Agent Crivaro, his face red with rage. Agent McCune had entered right behind him.
She held the phone out and said, “I found something, Agent Crivaro.”
“I see that,” Crivaro said. “And your fingers are all over it. Give me that thing.”
Riley handed the phone to Crivaro, who took it gingerly with a thumb and forefinger and dropped it into an evidence bag. She saw that both he and Agent McCune were wearing gloves.
She felt her face flush with shame and embarrassment.
I really screwed up.
McCune knelt down and looked into the space under the floor.
He said, “Hey, Agent Crivaro! Get a look at this!”
Crivaro knelt down beside McCune, who said, “It’s the cash we’ve been looking all over the house for.”
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