He balanced the remote on the arm of his easy chair, shrugged into his suit coat, and left to meet Nell and Looper in da Vinci’s office. Maybe Helen would be there.

Helen was.

She looked as if she’d gone to the same beautician as Adelaide, only her red hair wasn’t as brilliant, and she wasn’t Adelaide cute. She was much taller and more the serious type, but not unattractive. If da Vinci was involved with her, Beam could understand how it might have happened. Beam, sleeping with his late snitch’s widow.

They took the positions that had become habit—da Vinci behind his desk, Beam and Nell in the chairs angled toward it, Helen in the wooden chair used to work on the computer, off to the side. Looper pacing and patting his pockets.

“Anything new on the Aimes postmortem?” Beam asked.

“He was shot just behind the ear at point blank range,” da Vinci said. “His hair was singed.”

“I wonder if a sound suppressor could make for singed hair,” Nell said, “even held close.”

“I asked the ME that,” da Vinci said. “He said it depends.” Da Vinci glanced at the light breaking through the blind slats. He made a face as if it hurt his eyes.

Helen had on gray slacks today and was sitting with her chair turned around, straddling the seat and resting her bare forearms on the top of the wooden back. She had graceful but strong looking arms, as if she might play a lot of tennis or racquet ball. She was looking at da Vinci with a concerned expression. Then she looked at Nell in a way that puzzled Beam. Back to da Vinci.

“We’ve got a new development,” da Vinci said. “A note from the killer. It came in the morning mail. The envelope was sent care of the NYPD, addressed to Beam.”

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“You opened the envelope?” Beam asked da Vinci.

“Yes. Only because it was from the killer”

“How did you know that beforehand?”

“I held it up to the light.”

“But you were going to open it anyway.”

“You were going to keep the contents secret?”

Leaning forward in her chair, Helen rested her chin on her muscular forearms and smiled.

Beam knew da Vinci was right to have opened the envelope. The Killer and his deadly games had them all edgy enough to play gotcha with each other, rather than with him.

“As you might expect,” da Vinci continued, “paper and envelope are the common sort, not easily traced. The message was brief and printed in such a rudimentary way it doesn’t provide much of a handwriting sample. No prints on any of this, of course, and no DNA sample on the stamp or flap. Our killer’s as careful as he is vicious.”

“He’ll get careless,” Helen said. No one seemed to have heard her. She was looking at Nell.

Da Vinci handed the folded note to Beam. It was plain white typing paper, twenty weight, not quite transparent. Printed on it was a simple message:

For whom the bell tolls its death (k)Nell.

Justice

Beam read it aloud, complete with parentheses.

“Jesus!’ Looper said. “He’s coming after Nell.”

“No question about it,” da Vinci said.

“Telling us ahead of time.” Looper’s tone suggested he could hardly believe this. He touched all his pockets and picked up his pacing. “Some ego this bastard has.”

“Taunting you again,” Helen said. “Trying to rattle you the way you’ve rattled him. It’s to be expected.”

“You mean he might not mean it?” Beam asked.

“He means it,” Helen said.

“What are we gonna do about it?” Looper asked.

“Let him come after me,” Nell said. “Be ready for him.” She sounded angry and confident.

“Don’t doubt he’ll come,” Helen said.

“I don’t,” Nell said. “Unless he’s using me as a diversion. Maybe he’s really going after Beam.”

“Or me,” da Vinci said.

“He wouldn’t lie in the note,” Helen said.

Looper paused in his pacing and looked at her. “Huh?”

“He’s essentially an honest man,” Helen said. “A killer but, in his way, honorable. At least, that’s how he sees himself. That ego you mentioned. The killer’s locked onto Nell.”

“Why me?” Nell asked.

“You’re a woman. He sees you as the weakest link. The place to start. My guess is, if he succeeds with you, he’ll come after Looper. Then Beam. Then Andy—Deputy Chief da Vinci.”

“Working up the chain,” Nell said.

“What about you?” Beam asked Helen.

She rested her chin again on her forearms, which were still folded on the chair’s back. “He doesn’t see me as part of the team. I don’t strategize. I don’t actively pursue him. I’m just a scientist. He has no more against me than he does against a tech in the fingerprint division.”

“Even with all your face time on television?”

“The media have interviewed countless people regarding the Justice Killer. It goes on around the clock. Maybe you don’t watch enough TV to know that, Beam.”

“I hope not, having other things to do. Anyway, none of us has been on camera much since Adelaide came on the scene.”

Da Vinci said, “Try not to mention that name in this office.” He leaned forward, meeting Nell’s gaze. “I think you should be publicly taken off the case, Nell.”

“Seconded,” Looper said.

Beam turned to face Nell directly. “How do you want to play this, Nell?”

She aimed her words at da Vinci. “I don’t want to go anywhere. If I did, it’d only be delaying the inevitable. The killer would go after Loop, then Beam. Why not stop this before it picks up momentum?”

“Remember Knee High,” Looper said. “Cheese in the trap.”

Da Vinci looked away from Nell. “I put Beam in charge of the investigation. It’s his call.”

“You know my wishes,” Nell said to Beam.

“And I know you well enough to figure there’s something more to it.”

“You’re right. There’s something about this cop costume thing that’s eluding me, but I know I’ll grab hold of it. And I don’t like this prick thinking of me as the weakest link in the chain just because I’m a woman.”

“You’re a damned good cop,” Beam said. “One of the best I’ve come across.”

“And one who knows when she’s being set up to get cut out.”

“No,” Beam said. “I think we should do it both ways. We’ll announce you’re off the case, that you’ve been put on indefinite leave and are no longer in New York. But you won’t leave town. You’ll live in your apartment, and leave it occasionally for routine reasons—to buy food, take a walk, maybe even meet someone for lunch. It will all look casual and unplanned. In fact, every step you take will be observed by undercover cops assigned to protect you, and to close in immediately on the Justice Killer when and if he appears.”

“It can work,” Nell said, too fast.

“We might be able to stop him in time,” Looper said. “He’ll have to move in on Nell. He kills at close range.”

Beam thought about Aimes’s singed hair around the ugly entrance wound, the smell of it in the stifling tile vestibule. Close range. “Loop’s right. Other than shooting Dudman in a drive-by, he hasn’t been a distance killer.”

“You really think the asshole will go for this?” da Vinci asked.

“He’ll go for it,” Helen said. “He’ll assume Nell wouldn’t really leave town, and that he’s outsmarting us. Winning the game. He’ll try for her.”

“Will he also know she’s being guarded?”

“Probably,” Helen said. “He’ll enjoy the challenge.”

“If we play it right, and make Nell’s actions seem casual and spontaneous rather than planned out, he might have his doubts,” Beam said. “He might get careless.”

Helen nodded. “There’s a chance. As I’ve been saying, he’s coming undone, and he’ll eventually take too large a risk, make a mistake. Accidentally on purpose. Deep down, but not as deep as before, he wants to be stopped.”