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Zane set the knife down and picked up a towel, drying his hands as he turned to listen, a frown on his face.

“10-79,” the radio spat again through the static. “501 East Pratt Street.”

Another voice answered, also sounding panicky and out of breath.

These people weren"t making official police calls; they had to be off-duty.

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“Jesus, that"s the aquarium,” Ty told Zane.

Ty stood and pushed away from the counter as Zane turned off the burners. “What is it? Ten, twelve blocks?” Zane asked as he strode to the couch, plucked up his shoulder holster, shrugged into it in a quick and long-practiced move, and slid his gun into place.

Ty nodded as he jogged toward the coat rack by the door and the small table drawer where he kept his sidearms. He hurried to put the shoulder holster on, getting the straps tangled as he did so and not caring. Zane grabbed his keys and leather jacket.

“We"ll get there faster on foot in this kind of traffic,” Ty told him as he yanked at the front door.

“I"ll drive between cars and on sidewalks if I have to,” Zane answered.

Ty stood at the front door, momentarily indecisive. He would gladly ride on the back of Zane"s deathtrap Valkyrie if he really thought it"d get them through the Friday night traffic gauntlet of Fell"s Point to the Inner Harbor faster than he could hoof it. Maybe.

“You ride. I"ll run,” he told Zane, completely sincere in his belief that he could get there quicker.

“Meet you there,” Zane said as he headed for the bike parked in front of the row house.

Ty slapped his hand down on the badge that lay on the table, sliding the chain it hung from over his head as he pulled the door closed and hopped from the top step of his stoop to the sidewalk. He sprinted toward Fleet Street as Zane started the bike with a quick jump and revved the engine. He knocked back the kickstand and got the Valkyrie moving as he shoved his helmet on without buckling it.

Ty watched him weave into the heavy traffic and followed in Zane"s path for half a block, but then he did what only a man on foot could do and parkoured his ass over someone"s fence and into the alleyway between two buildings. It wasn"t just a matter of getting to the aquarium in time to help now—it was a matter of pride. He"d beat that damn motorcycle even if it killed him to do it.

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“THIS is a WBAL TV 11 News Special Saturday Report. I"m Andrea Gregg.”

“A false bomb threat last night had off-duty police officers and volunteer workers scrambling to evacuate a group of children from the Baltimore Aquarium. The aquarium was open late for Sea Life Safari, an educational evening program for kids in kindergarten through second grade. The program was sold out with forty children in attendance.”

The visual cut to a grim-faced older man with graying hair wearing a blue polo embroidered with the aquarium"s logo. The titles labeled him as a
Facility Proctor
. “We were having a great time,” he said. “The kids were really enjoying it. We were spread out all over the aquarium in little groups, to give them more one-on-one attention, but it made it harder to get them all out without panicking them. We didn"t want to panic them.”

“How did you hear about the bomb threat?” the reporter"s voice asked.

“A security guard came up and told me we needed to get the kids out quickly and quietly. He didn"t tell me why, just that we had to go
now
. Now, you have to understand, these are little kids, and they"re all spread out through the room, and we just had two adults per ten kids, which is normally fine,” the man answered, starting to ramble.

The reporter cut in. “So you ordered the evacuation of the facility.”

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“Security did,” he said, starting to look a little nervous. “We did it as fast as we could.”

The video cut back to the outside of the aquarium and Andrea.

“WBAL News arrived just as the children were being escorted from the building and, we are told, right after the first police car arrived.”

The picture changed to a well-lit nighttime scene of the front expanse of concrete along the harbor. For a few seconds, children rambled out through the doors, some skipping and singing, some jogging, others dragging along as the proctors tried to shoo them directly away from the front door. A voice-over started.

Two squad cars sat parked at the curb, blue lights flashing, but the uniformed policemen were fifty yards up the pier toward the museum, moving the children away from the building. At the same time, the rumble of an engine covered the chatter of children"s voices.

“As we filmed, several off-duty officers arrived on the scene.”

The footage shook and swung around to a man sprinting toward the aquarium through the jumble of concrete and carefully manicured shrubbery between buildings. He leapt over a barrier, using his hand to support him as he literally ran sideways against the wall beside him and then hopped down again, running full-tilt toward the aquarium entrance, jumping over low barriers and concrete planters instead of going around them. The badge hanging from his neck was easy to make out as it bounced around, glinting in the various lights of the harbor.

“Over there!” a crew member shouted and the camera swung again. A cobalt blue motorcycle tore up Pier 3 from Pratt Street to the brick and concrete courtyard and skidded to a stop next to a lamppost.

The man"s helmet hit the concrete as he yanked it off in his hurry to get off the bike, and the camera zoomed in on a badge hooked onto his waistband before panning to the right to follow him as he ran.

More plainclothes policemen began to arrive, most on foot from the parking lots, and the camera jumped from one to the other, going back to the two who had arrived in such spectacular fashion as they met for mere seconds in the center of the courtyard with a few other policemen and then hurried to the aquarium entrance. The footage 40 | Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux

remained on the front door for a moment before it was kicked open and an off-duty came out carrying a child under each arm.

“With the help of the officers, the evacuation finished quickly.

We are told that the news spread through word of mouth and police radios, though officers are not required to leave their radios on if they are not on call.”

“The bomb squad arrived as the evacuation finished and, after searching the building, declared it a false alarm. Despite this, parents and officers are angry that such a threat was made.” The camera zoomed in on two men—the motorcycle rider and the parkour runner—

as they exited the aquarium, looking distinctly displeased. The runner started to shrug into his jacket he"d shed earlier, but the rider stopped him long enough to reach out and fix a twisted strap on his shoulder holster.

The video quick-changed to the camera and reporter converging on that man who"d run onto the scene: he wore a brown leather jacket, Converse sneakers, and a deep frown on his heart-shaped face, along with more than a five o"clock shadow.

“Excuse me, sir! WBAL 11 TV. Did you run here, sir? How far did you come?”

The man looked like he was going to move to avoid the camera, putting his shoulder toward it and giving the lens a wary look. Then he looked to his companion, whose dark hair was still mussed from the motorcycle helmet he"d discarded. They shared a shrug.

“Can you tell us what agency you work for and why you"re here?” the reporter persisted from off-screen, the microphone shoved toward him.

The runner sighed heavily and met the reporter"s eyes. He was still out of breath when he spoke. “I"m a special agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. My partner and I heard the call over the radio and came to help.” His words had finality to them, as if that was all he was going to say. He started to turn away.

“Is this threat linked to the others? What does Baltimore law enforcement intend to do about these continuing threats?” the reporter asked hurriedly.

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The man stopped at the last question, his head down, and the camera was briefly filled with his broad shoulders squaring and the face of his partner, who was looking at the reporter over one shoulder with narrowed eyes.

Then the agent turned and looked the reporter up and down before turning his eyes directly into the camera. “Baltimore law enforcement is going to kick this threat in the ass,” he answered heatedly, his oddly colored eyes flashing angrily. He pointed one long finger at the camera, as if speaking directly to the bombers who had set Baltimore on its ear.

“We"re coming for you.”

A nearby parent cheered, and several other parents, aquarium staff, and officers broke into spontaneous applause as the man"s partner, who was failing to conceal a smile, steered him away with a hand on one shoulder.

Video cut to the Baltimore police chief. “Of course we"ll consider this threat as seriously—if not more so—than any others,” he said firmly. “Baltimore"s children are our greatest treasure, and we"ll be working closely with the FBI to find the perpetrator of this heinous hoax.”

“„HEINOUS hoax"? Who talks like that?” Special Agent Scott Alston complained.

“Always attempt to avoid alliteration,” Ty said with a straight face. Alston barked a laugh.

“You shut up,” McCoy snapped as he pointed a finger at Ty.

The entire department was gathered in one of the auditorium-like lecture halls on the main floor of the field office late Saturday morning.

People had still been filtering in as McCoy watched the tape of the news story from that morning again. He pulled at his hair as Ty appeared on camera, and Ty sank lower into his chair, hiding his face behind his hand and trying to make himself smaller. He knew he was in deep shit this time. But he would say it again if presented with the opportunity.

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“And you, Garrett! You were right there! You should have known better than to let Grady talk to a reporter!” McCoy added from where he stood on the small stage, clearly working up an angry head of steam.

Ty heard Zane draw in a breath, but nothing else. He turned his chin to see Zane sitting still, staring at McCoy, his lips pressed flat. Ty knew that meant his partner
really
wanted to say something but was stopping himself. Ty would have liked to have heard it. It wasn"t often Zane let his temper loose.

To Ty"s surprise, it wasn"t Zane who finally spoke. It wasn"t even someone on his immediate team. A voice in the back piped in. “Sir, all due respect, but it was about time
someone
said it.”

A rumbling of agreement passed around the lecture hall.

“We"ve been getting nothing but shit from the press and people out there since the fall,” Special Agent Fred Perrimore added, his deep voice easily carrying through the room. “Then today I drive in, and nobody threw water balloons at my car. They"re still yelling that we should be doing something, but it"s an improvement.”

McCoy began to rub at the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes closed.

Ty cleared his throat and sat straighter. He tended to think people needed someone to kick a little politically incorrect ass, and do it loudly, but he wasn"t paid the big bucks to make those decisions. He was paid to kick ass quietly. “I"m sorry, Mac,” he offered. “I shouldn"t have said it, but… it can"t make things any worse.”

“It can make you a target, Grady!” McCoy shouted, obviously at the end of his rope.

Zane finally spoke up. “No more than the rest of us,” he said evenly. “If they"d known his name, they would have splashed it all over the broadcast.”

“Do you have any idea how many calls we"ve fielded asking who the two FBI agents at the aquarium were? It won"t be hard to find out who you are, and they will eventually. For right now they"re calling you „the Rider" and him „the Runner".”

“Original,” Alston observed sarcastically with a glance at Ty.

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“Catchy,” Ty responded with a nod.

“Thought that reporter was gonna pass clean out when you rode up on that hog, Garrett. Good one,” Perrimore said with a light punch to Zane"s bicep. “Must do you good with the ladies.”

Zane just rolled his eyes as he sighed and shook his head. Ty smiled at him before he could stop himself. That Perrimore didn"t know the Honda Valkyrie wasn"t a Harley probably irritated Zane more than the fact he thought Zane used it to pick up girls.