and failed, or he instigated the scuffle and figured out how to use the reactions to his advantage?”
“We can’t use this to ID the guy. He looks like half the white guys in New York,” Suzanne said.
“He’s very aware of the camera location,” Sean said.
“So we reopen the Theissen accident as a homicide,” DeLucca said. “I’ll talk to my chief.”
“I’ll talk to my boss as well,” Suzanne said. “If he was attacked because of his status as a retired federal agent, or because of a case he worked, we have jurisdiction. He’s one of ours.”
“Joint investigation,” DeLucca said. “This is the New York subway; we have a vested interest in security improvements.”
“Bartz gave us shit for the sketch artist, but he might recognize the guy again,” Suzanne said. “Sean, can you get me a clean image of Mr. Ball Cap that we can show to our street thief?”
“We already let him go,” DeLucca said. “He has to report to court on the misdemeanor charges next week, but I’ll ask Kramer where he hangs.”
Sean sat down at the computer and worked up a digitally enhanced image, but he could do nothing better than a shadowed profile. But the profile was sharp enough that someone who knew the guy well might recognize him.
Suzanne stared at the photo. “Hmm. A little better.”
Sean asked, “Do you know him?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so. But—there’s a little tickle in my memory.”
DeLucca said, “He could have popped up at Weber’s crime scene. I’ll have our photographer send us the photos of the crowd.”
“That’s probably it. It’s recent. Damn, I wish we had a better shot.”
Patrick said, “I made a copy and will go through it frame by frame to see if I can get another image of him. It’ll take some time, but I’m all yours.”
“We still don’t know if Tony stopped anywhere else between when he left you and when he boarded the plane,” Sean said.
“Would he have had time?” Suzanne asked. “He boarded his plane at six forty p.m. Do you know when he went through security?”
Sean had already pulled the flight information. “He printed his boarding pass from a kiosk at six oh four p.m. He was cutting it close, but he didn’t check any bags.”
“And Bridget Weber said he left her town house after five. In traffic, it’s at least forty-five minutes to LaGuardia from the Upper East Side, and that’s the peak of rush hour.”
DeLucca said, “He would only have had time to stop if it was on the way and he kept the taxi waiting. It’s a bitch to get a cab during rush hour.”
Sean considered that maybe the only stop Tony made was at the Webers’. “I have a call in to Noah to ask if Tony had the notebook on him. Maybe no one has unpacked his overnight bag yet.” He glanced at Patrick. “Then we’ll head back to D.C. I have a lead on Peter McMahon aka Gray I need to follow up on in person.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
FBI Academy
Lucy wasn’t at all comfortable with the role of spy.
She went to the gym hoping to avoid running into anyone she knew. Since new agents preferred to work out in the mornings or evenings, she usually had the gym to herself mid-afternoon. Today, however, Harden was running Carter and Eddie through intensive drills. Eddie looked angry and Carter looked ill.
She stretched, then worked with free weights, hoping the guys would be done soon and she could use the equipment unobserved.
“Take five,” Harden told Carter and Eddie after fifteen minutes. He approached Lucy. “I’m going to send Nix and Acosta to the pool for laps, if you want to join us.”
She didn’t, but at the same time a hard swim sounded like exactly what she needed to relax.
“Are they being punished for something?”
“Breaking curfew. Marines,” he added under his breath. “Ten minutes, meet you at the pool.” He walked back to Carter and Eddie.
Lucy wasn’t sure exactly what Harden meant, considering that they had the weekend off. She grabbed her swimsuit from her bag and changed in the women’s locker room.
Ten minutes later, Lucy was cutting through the water with sure, even strokes. This was exactly what she needed to leach the tension from her muscles and focus on something other than Hans, Tony, and her unwanted role as spy.
After the swim, Lucy was surprised to see Noah talking to Harden. She dried off and walked over to Carter and Eddie. She pulled off her swim cap. “What did