They Disappeared. Rick Mofina

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СКАЧАТЬ never saw it because Kyle doesn’t have the key. I have the key. The cops told Kyle they’d be back later. Guess they’re asking around at other places. It’s probably got something to do with your situation.”

      “Will you help me?” Jeff asked.

      “Maybe. You gave Mandy fifty bucks?”

      “Yes.”

      “I want two hundred and all you get is a look. No copies.”

      “Deal.”

      “First, let me copy your driver’s license, to cover my ass.”

      Jeff retrieved his wallet from the counter. Chad placed Jeff’s Montana license on the small photocopier, then Jeff pulled out the cash, nearly all he had left. Chad shoved it in his pocket, then unlocked the console.

      “What time do you need?”

      Jeff consulted his receipt for the time and Chad expertly rewound the footage. Tiny people moved backward in fast motion. Then he enlarged the images and let the recording play at normal speed. A time and date stamp ran across the bottom.

      The footage offered a clear color overhead view of the counter, the front area of the store, the door and suspect height marker. It also captured the front window, and the area above all the items on display. It only showed a limited view of the street.

      People bustled by in both directions on the sidewalk, bordered by street vendors and vehicle traffic—but beyond the sidewalk the view of the vendors and the road was restricted. Jeff eyed every movement of every stranger when—bam!

      “That’s them!”

      His pulse raced. There was Sarah taking Cole’s picture, then Cole taking one of him with Sarah.

      “Slow it down.”

      Jeff stopped breathing.

      He concentrated on Sarah—feeling her slip her arm around him. Now the tourist was taking the shot of the three of them. The image tore at Jeff. The tourist looks at the camera. Dead batteries. Jeff has the camera and leaves for the store. He stops to talk to Freddie with the beat-up wheelchair. Jeff gives him money.

      Behind them Sarah and Cole browse at the vendor’s souvenir cart. They move closer to the road. Bit by bit they are exiting the frame.

      “Can you slow it down some more?”

      The footage slowed to near frame-by-frame speed.

      Now, Sarah and Cole are almost out of the picture. All Jeff can make out are their feet, up to their knees, and the lower portions of cars passing by.

      One stops near Sarah and Cole with such suddenness.

      It just appears.

      Doors open, other legs emerge from it, shoes, black shoes, or boots. Military style? Three sets? They move fast, positioning next to Sarah and Cole. Right beside them. Too close. A moment passes, then they all move to the vehicle two steps away.

      Doors open.

      Sarah and Cole vanish.

      Doors close.

      The white vehicle pulls from the curb, the rear right quarter, rear bumper, plate flash. Then someone’s head, a passerby, blocks the view; the plate is obscured. The vehicle disappears.

      It’s over.

      “Hold it!” Jeff pressed his finger to the screen as if to grab the image and stop time.

      Chad froze the frame.

      “That plate. I need that license plate!”

      “Hold on.”

      Chad froze the footage, then frame by frame he reversed and forwarded it until he had the best view on the plate.

      “Hold on.”

      Chad enlarged the plate until it was clear enough to read.

      “I need something to write with,” Jeff said.

      Mandy passed him a pad and pen and Jeff copied down the New York State license number.

      “Can I use your computer to get online?” Jeff asked.

      Chad and Mandy traded worried glances, obviously concerned that they were already too involved in whatever was going on.

      “No.” Chad returned the security surveillance system to its normal state and his keys jingled. “That’s all you’re going to get from us.”

      “Please.”

      “We’re done.” Chad locked up the console.

      “You saw what happened!” Jeff said.

      “I don’t know what happened,” Chad said.

      “Those people took my wife and son! I have to run this plate!”

      “I don’t know what I saw, but we’re not getting involved.”

      “I just need a computer.”

      “We’re done,” Chad said.

      Jeff looked at Mandy.

      “There’s an internet café three blocks west of here,” she said. “I’ll draw you a map.”

      9

      New York City

      In the minutes after Jeff had left the Fourteenth Precinct, Detective Vic Cordelli resumed staring at the pictures of the Griffins.

      Juanita Ortiz stopped reading her notes and shifted her gaze to him.

      “What is it, Vic?”

      Cordelli brooded as mistrust gnawed at him and he shook his head.

      “I just don’t know about this one, Juanita.”

      Ortiz tapped her pen against her notes, sighing to herself.

      “You got a lot going on—” Ortiz picked up her landline “—but I need you to help me get to work and run this thing, okay?”

      Ortiz called the Real Time Crime Center downtown at One Police Plaza. The RTCC operated a vast computer network, including hundreds of surveillance cameras and plate readers in all boroughs. She’d requested all footage covering the time and location of Sarah and Cole Griffin’s abduction.

      While that was being processed Cordelli ran the Griffins through the National Crime Information Center, which held active records on millions of cases, ranging from thefts, to missing persons, fugitives and terrorists. The query rang no bells—no arrest, warrants, nothing.

      As Ortiz checked with other local, state and regional СКАЧАТЬ