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had.
    But this was what he did; he’d known all his life that, like his father and grandfather—and great-grandfather before that—he’d wanted to be a cop. He’d been lucky; he’d gone to college and gotten degrees in criminology and psychology, something his father and grandfather hadn’t been able to acquire. But they’d both been good cops. The kind who put the bad guys away.
    This was one bad guy they were going after and they all knew it.
    “I’ll do my absolute best, sir,” Jude said.
    “I know you will.”
    He had been dismissed. He headed straight to Tech Support, where he discovered that Green had put through a call to Hannah Mills. Hannah was excited; she’d never actually spoken directly to Green before.
    She was a whiz with computers, and if a piece of information was available anywhere, Hannah could find it. At one time in history, she would have been called a spinster. She was a slender woman with bottle-thick wire glasses, brown hair worn in a bun each day and a mind that could work as quickly as a computer.
    “I’m making printouts for you, they’ll be popping out as we speak,” she told Jude.
    “She was with the movie crew?” Jude asked.
    “She was portraying prostitute Mary Green. She was an extra, I believe, but she had a fair amount of screen time. Maybe even a line or two. Anyway, I have a list for you. The producer, the director, the name of the off-duty officer patrolling…a liaison with the movie and television unit. I think it’s all here. And when you want more, you call me, day or night!” She stood up in her little cubicle and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Jude! Thank you for asking for me.”
    “Thank you for being a good tech. I do have something for you. I want you to find out all you can about a Captain Tyler, a Vietnam vet.”
    “Oh, that Tyler. I thought you meant one of the thousand others on the island of Manhattan.”
    “Very funny. This one would have been in and out of local veterans’ hospitals.”
    “On it,” she assured him.
    “And one more—I want everything you can find about a government group put together by a man named Adam Harrison. Team head is Jackson Crow.”
    “The name is familiar. I’ll get right on it.”
    Jude returned to lower Broadway, opting to walk back to the scene. On a television screen, through an appliance-shop window, he could see that Deputy Chief Green himself was speaking to the media. He urged citizens to calm down and be vigilant.
    He put a in call to Ellis and let him know that he and his group were to join Jude and the feds. Before he had reached the scene of the crime again, he had everyone in motion; they would start with initial interviews of everyone on the movie set. He looked at the list Hannah had given him; he could get one of the feds to make sure that this list and the list that Smith was able to garner matched. Like it or not, he was working with the feds. Might as well make use of them.
    With careful steps, he walked from the set to where the body had been found, reimagining the victim’s probable search for a cab, and how the killer had come upon her. All the while he searched for Captain Tyler as well. But though he made new acquaintances with several of the homeless people on the streets, he didn’t find Tyler.
    He felt a growing sense of anger.
    Someone out there was either amusing himself at the expense of the police, or sincerely thought himself the reincarnation of a legendary killer.
     
     
    The victim probably hadn’t had time to scream. New York had been teeming with life just blocks away—the population was huge.
    Just as it had been in the crowded tenements of Whitechapel and the East End of London.
    The killer had probably surprised her; choked her to unconsciousness before slitting her throat.
    His phone rang. It was Hannah.
    “What’s up? What have you got?”
    “Info, but not on the victim—on your team, ” Hannah told him.
    There was a strange excitement in her