The Bone Collector Page #5

Narrow it down to the oldest location

as soon as you can.

- Howyou doing, Howard?

- Fine, thankyou.

- How's it going?

- Middle ofthe middle, as you can see.

Hey, Linc, lookwhat I found

on the threading ofthat iron bolt.

Look, I was hoping

to grab a minute with you.

- Ifyou don't mind.

- Excuse me, Howard.

Sorry.

We got Officer Donaghy to thank here

for photographing the crucial evidence.

Crucial evidence?

We don't know that.

I just stopped by to make sure

you had all the supportyou need.

I'm putting the full resources

ofmy department here atyour disposal.

And I appreciate it, Howie,

thankyou.

But the thing is, Linc...

I've formalized department standard

procedure sinceyou were in charge...

Eddie, could you put whatyou got

up on my screen, please?

so I'd appreciate it

ifyou kept me in the loop.

Absolutely.

At all times.

At all-- Eddie, what the hell

is that we're looking at?

Old paper.

Coarse grade.

I say, 80, 90 years old.

Turn ofthe century,

it looks like.

This perp likes old.

- I'll be in my office ifyou need me.

- Yeah, okay.

Good.

Old paper.

Old gun.

Buried his victim in a vintage

Civil War railroad bed.

Sand.

Eddie, what doyou got

on the sand?

Doesn't really look like sand.

- I'm not sure.

- Can you individuate it?

- IfI had E.D.X., I could do anything.

- We don't have that, Eddie.

Lookwho forgot their chill pill

this morning. Excuse me.

Come on, I'm all over

this thing now.

We're talking pearly looking.

Some kind ofshellfish or something.

Oysters shells, maybe?

Could be.

Defi nitely. IfI had to bet on it,

I'd say it was. Sure.

I got it. The oldest asbestos sites

are coming up now.

In 1 91 3, when the Woolworth Building

was being built...

workmen found the body ofthis rich

industrialist, Talbot Soames.

He'd been kidnapped theyear before,

shot in the head and buried...

in what they thought was white sand

but turned out to be oyster shells.

Crushed oyster shells-- That's what they

used as landfi ll in lower Manhattan.

That's how Pearl Street got its name.

That's where Ms. Rubin is gonna be--

somewhere downtown.

She's gonna be underground.

She's gonna be in a basement...

near or in the Woolworth Building.

Paulie, call Emergency Services Unit

to meet us at the Woolworth Building.

Tell them to start their search.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Okay? Eddie,

did you bring yourvan?

- It's downstairs.

- We're gonna need it.

Throwyour keys to Amelia.

Paulie, you and Solomon go with her.

- Shouldn't I go too?

- You stay. We're gonna work that bolt.

- That's the missing piece.

- Should we keep Cheney in the loop?

F*** him.

Just trust me.

Just follow those instincts

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