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“Only that the Burbanks’ apartot a call froo He’s at New York Presbyterian with his wife Evidently, she interrupted the burglary She was roughed up and knocked out”

“Just knocked out?”

“Yup That uys, or she’d be dead That’s all I know—at least until I hear fro C-6 will be getting official details soon In the meantime, from what Sloane said, it sounds like the Nineteenth Precinct is all over this”

“I’ll have one of our task force detectives contact theer fish to fry But I doubt that’ll co He’s the Dai Lo His gang members are superfluous If the cops want to make a couple of independent arrests, so be it”

“I doubt they’ll find enough to do even that I’d bet money that Rosalyn Burbank never saw her assailants, or she wouldn’t be alive to say otherwise That eliminates a description or an ID And, based on the previous break-ins, there’ll be no physical evidence All that adds up to nothing”

“Yeah” A pause “But fro said on the phone—this break-in wasn’t random”

“No,” Derek repeated darkly “It wasn’t”

CHAPTER THREE

Matthew Burbank was pacing the floor of the waiting room when Sloane burst in

“How’s Mom?” she asked

“Better” Matthew reached out and squeezed his daughter’s ar a bit, and her ht just as a precaution Hopefully, they’ll release her tomorrow”

Sloane blew out a relieved breath “Can I see her?”

“In a little while The doctor just finished his exalanced down the hall toward his wife’s rooot to rest”

“I’ll wait till the police leave Then I’ll poke my head in” Sloane studied her father’s ashen coht lines around hison his forehead, and he couldn’t seem to stand still

She hadn’t been i more than what she already knew