Rocker； who was about to pass over her； caught her expression。 〃Hayward？ Do you have something to contribute？〃
〃Thank you； sir。 While I agree with some of Mr。 Wentworth's analysis of the situation； I disagree with his remendation； with all due respect。〃
She found Wentworth's watery eyes on her； clearly pitying her ignorance。 Too late； she realized she had called him 〃Mr。〃 instead of 〃Dr。〃 A cardinal sin among academics； and his antagonism was palpable。 Well； screw him。
〃There's no such thing as a nonprovocative arrest；〃 she went on。 〃Any attempt to go in there and take Buck away by force…even gently…won't work。 If he's crazy； then he's crazy like a fox。 He'll refuse to e。 As soon as the cuffs appear； your two 'preferably female and attractive' cops will find themselves in a nasty situation。〃
〃missioner；〃 Grable interrupted； 〃this man is openly flouting the law。 I'm getting a thousand calls a day from businesses and residents on Fifth Avenue…the Sherry Netherland； the Metropolitan Club； the Plaza。 The phone lines are jammed。 And you can bet that if they're calling me； they're calling the mayor。〃 He paused； letting this sink in。
〃I am acutely aware they have been calling the mayor；〃 Rocker said； his voice low and unamused。
〃Then you know； sir； that we don't have the luxury of time。 We've got to do something。 What other options are there besides arresting this man？ Does Captain Hayward have a better idea？ I'd like to hear it。〃 He leaned back； breathing hard。
Hayward spoke coolly。 〃Captain Grable； these businesses and residents you mention should not be allowed to push the police into a hasty and ill…considered operation。〃In other words； she thought；they can go fuck themselves。
〃Easy for you to say from your perch in the detective bureau。 These people are in my face every day。 If you had solved the Cutforth homicide； we wouldn't have this problem；Captain 。〃
Hayward nodded； keeping her face neutral。 Score one to Grable。
Rocker turned to her。 〃Speaking of that； how is the investigation proceeding； Captain？〃
〃There's some new forensic evidence the boys in lab coats are going over。 We're still checking the people on Cutforth's call list during his last seventy…two hours。 And we're reviewing the security video cams from his apartment lobby； cross…checking them against residents and known visitors。 And； of course； the FBI is following up some promising leads in Italy。〃 This was thin； and Hayward knew it sounded that way。 The fact was； they didn't have squat。
〃So what'syour plan for dealing with this guy Buck？〃 Grable； sensing he had the upper hand； faced her belligerently。
〃I would advise an even less aggressive approach。 Don't push it。 Don't do anything to provoke things。 Instead； send someone in there to talk to Buck。 Lay it out for him。 He's got hundreds of people there； ruining the park and disturbing the neighborhood。 He is a responsible person at heart and will naturally want to do something about that； he'll surely want to send his followers home to shave； shit； and shower。 That's how I'd put it。 On top of that； I'd offer Buck a deal： if he sends his followers home； we give him a parade permit。 Treat him like a rational human being。 All carrot； no stick。 Then； as soon as they've broken camp； fence the area under the guise of reseeding。 And then give them a parade permit for eight o'clock Monday morning for the far corner of Flushing Meadows Park。 That will be the last you see of them。〃
She saw another cynical glimmer in Rocker's eye。 She wondered if it indicated agreement with； or amusement at； her suggestion。 Rocker had a good rep among the rank and file； but he was notoriously hard to read。
〃Treat him like a rational human being？〃 Grable repeated。 〃The man's a convicted murderer。〃
The psychologist chuckled。 Hayward glanced at him； and he returned the look。 His expression had bee even more condescending。 She wondered if he knew something she didn't。 This was all beginning to look like a foregone conclusion。
〃And if your plan doesn't work？〃 missioner Rocker asked her。
〃Then I would defer to； ah； Mr。 Wentworth。〃
〃That's Doc…；〃 began Wentworth； but he was interrupted by Grable。
〃missioner； we don't have the time to try first one plan and then another。 We need to get Buck out now。 Either he es nicely or in cuffs…his choice。 We do it quick； at dawn。 He'll be sweating in the back of a squad car even before his followers know he's missing。〃
Silence。 Rocker was looking around the room。 There were a couple of men who hadn't spoken。 〃Gentlemen？〃
Nods； murmurs。 Everyone； it seemed； agreed with the psychologist and Grable。
〃Well；〃 said Rocker； rising。 〃I have to go along with the consensus。 After all； we don't have a psychologist on staff only to ignore his advice。〃 He glanced at Hayward。 She couldn't quite read his expression； but she sensed something not unsympathetic in the look。
〃We'll go in with a small group； as Wentworth suggests；〃 Rocker continued。 〃Just two officers。 Captain Grable； you'll be the first。〃
Grable looked at him in surprise。
〃It's your precinct； as you took pains to point out。 And you're the one advocating quick action。〃
Grable quickly mastered his surprise。 〃Of course； sir。 Quite right。〃
〃And also as Wentworth suggests； we'll send in a woman。〃 Rocker nodded to Hayward。 〃That would be you。〃
The room fell silent。 Hayward saw Grable and Wentworth exchanging glances。
But Rocker was still looking directly at her。Keep things rational for me； Hayward ； the look seemed to say。
〃Buck will appreciate two ranking officers。 That should appeal to his sense of importance。〃 Rocker turned。 〃Grable； you've got seniority and it's your operation。 I leave it to you to organize the details and timing。 This meeting is adjourned。〃
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The morning after the trip to Cremona was bright and crisp； andD'Agosta squinted against the noonday sun as he acpanied Pendergast back to Piazza Santo Spirito； across the river from their hotel。
〃You checked in with Captain Hayward？〃 Pendergast asked as they walked。
〃Just before going to bed。〃
〃Anything of interest？〃
〃Not really。 What few leads they'd been following up on Cutforth all turned into dead ends。 The security video cams at his building told them nothing。 It's the same with Grove； apparently。 And now； all the top New York brass are preoccupied with this preacher who's taken up residence in Central Park。〃
This time； D'Agosta found the piazza not nearly as quiet as before： its tranquillity was spoiled by a large group of backpackers sitting on the steps of the fountain； smoking pot and passing around a bottle of Brunello wine； talking loudly in half a dozen languages。 They were acpanied by at least ten loose dogs。
〃Careful where you step； Vincent；〃 murmured Pendergast with a wry smile。 〃Florence： such a marvelous mixture of high and low。〃 He raised his hand above the piles of dogshit and gestured at the magnificent building which occupied the southeast corner。 〃For example； the Palazzo Guadagni。 One of the finest examples of a Renaissance palace in the entire city。 It was constructed in the 1400s； but the Guadagni family goes back several more centuries。〃
D'Agosta examined the building。 The first story was built in rough blocks of dun…colored limestone； while the upper floors were covered in yellow stucco。 Most of the top floor was a loggia： a roofed portico supported by stone columns。 The structure was restrained but elegant。
〃There are various offices and apartments on the second floor； a language school on the third。 And the top floor is apensione ； run by a Signora Donatelli。 That； without doubt； is where Beckmann and the rest met back in 1974。〃
〃Does this woman own the palazzo？〃
〃She does。 The last descendant of the Guadagni。〃
〃You really think she'll remember a couple of college students who visited three decades ago？〃
〃One can only try； Vincent。〃
They picked their way gingerly across the piazza and through an enormous pair of iron…studded wooden doors。 A once…grand but now grimy vaulted passageway led to a stairway and a second…floor landing。 Here； a shabby piece of cardboard had been hung on the cornice of a faded Baroque fresco。 A hand…drawn arrow and the wordReception had been scrawled on the cardboard with a firm hand。
The reception room was incongruously small for such a giant palace： cluttered yet neat as a pin； bisected by a wooden transom； a battered set of wooden mail slots on one side and a rack of keys on the other。 The room had only one occupant： a tiny old lady sitting behind an ancient desk。 She was dressed with extraordinary elegance； her hair perfectly dyed and coiffed； red lipstick impeccably applied； with what looked like real diamonds draped around her neck and dangling from withered ears。
She rose and Pendergast bowed。
〃Molto lieto di conoscerLa； signora。〃
The woman responded crisply；〃Il piacere è mio。〃 Then she continued in accented English。 〃Obviously； you are not here to take a room。〃
〃No；〃 said Pendergast。 He removed his ID； offered it to her。
〃You are policemen。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃What is it that you want？ My time is limited。〃 The voice was sharp and intimidating。
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