Then we heard Marino. 'It looks like we've got him.'
'You've got him?' Commander Penn, incredulous, asked the radio. 'What is the location?'
'He's walking into the pharmacy.' Wesley was back. 'Wait a minute. Wait a minute.'
There was silence. Then Wesley said, 'He's at the counter getting the money. Stand by.'
We waited in frantic silence.
Three minutes passed. Wesley was back on the air. 'He's leaving. We're going to close in once he gets inside the terminal. Stand by.'
'What's he wearing?' I asked. 'Are we sure it's the person who got on at the museum?'
Nobody paid me any mind.
'Oh Christ,' Lucy suddenly exclaimed, and we looked at the monitors.
'Oh Christ,' Lucy suddenly exclaimed, and we looked at the monitors.
We could see the platforms of Second Avenue station, and HRT exploding out of the darkness of the tracks. Dressed in black fatigues and combat boots, they ran across the platform and up steps leading to the street.
'Something's gone wrong,' Commander Penn said. 'They're grabbing him above ground!'
Voices ricocheted on the radio.
'We've got him.'
'He's trying to run.'
'Okay, okay, we've got his gun. He's down.'
'Have you got him cuffed?'
A siren went off inside the control room. Lights along the ceiling began flashing blood red, and a red code 429 began flashing on a computer screen.
'Mayday!' Commander Penn exclaimed. 'An officer is down! He's hit the emergency button on his radio!' She stared at the computer screen in stunned disbelief.
'What's happening?' Lucy demanded into the radio.
'I don't know,' Wesley's voice crackled. 'Something's wrong. Stand by.'
'That's not where it is. The Mayday isn't at Second Avenue station,' Commander Penn said, awed. This code on the screen is Davila's.'
'Davila?' I said numbly. 'Jimmy Davila?'
'He was unit four twenty-nine. That's his code. It hasn't been reassigned. It's right here.'
We stared at the screen. The flashing red code was changing locations along a computerized grid. I was shocked no one had thought of it before.
'Was Davila's radio with him when his body was found?' I asked.
Commander Penn didn't react.
'Gault's got it,' I said. 'He's got Davila's radio.'
Wesley's voice came back, and he could not know of our difficulty. He could not know about the Mayday.
'We're not sure we have him,' Wesley said. 'We're not sure who we have.'
Lucy intensely looked over at me. 'Carrie,' she said. 'They're not sure if they have her or Gault. She and Gault are probably dressed alike again.'
Inside our small control room with no windows and no people nearby, we watched the flashing red Mayday code move along the computer screen, getting closer to where we sat.
It's in the southbound tunnel heading straight at us,' Commander Penn said with growing urgency.
'She didn't get the messages we sent.' Lucy had it figured out.
'She?' Commander Penn asked, looking oddly at her.
'She doesn't know about the parade or that Second Avenue is closed,' Lucy went on. 'She may have tried the emergency exit in the alleyway and couldn't get out because it's been bolted. So she just stayed under and has been moving around since we sighted her at Grand Central Station.'
'We didn't see Gault or Carrie on the platforms of the stations closer to us,' I said. 'And you don't know it's her.'
'There are so many stations,' Commander Penn said. 'Someone could have gotten out and we just didn't see them.'
'Gault sent her to the pharmacy for him,' I said, more unnerved by the minute. 'He somehow knows every goddam thing we're doing.'
'CAIN,' Lucy muttered.
'Yes. That and he's probably been watching.'
Lucy had our location, the Bleecker Street local stop, on closed-circuit TV. Three of the monitors showed the platform and turnstiles from different angles, but one monitor was dark.
'Something's blocking one of the cameras,' she said.
'Was it blocked earlier?' I asked.
'Not when we first got here,' she said. 'But we haven't been monitoring this station where we are.
'But we haven't been monitoring this station where we are. There didn't seem to be a reason to check here.'
We watched the red code slowly move across the grid.
'We've got to stay off the air,' I told Commander Penn. 'He has a radio,' I added, because I knew Gault was the red code on our screen. I had no doubt. 'You know it's on and he's hearing every word we say.'
'Why's the Mayday light still on?' Lucy asked. 'Does she want us to know where she is?'