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for the elevators。 Two minutes later they were in the Embassy's basement parking garage。 The two officers from Owens' chase car were already in their vehicle； and the mander's driver followed them out。
Owens was on the radio the instant the car hit the street； with Murray in the back seat。
〃You have people rolling？〃 Murray asked。
〃Yes。 Bob will have a team there in a few minutes。 Dwyer； by God！ The description fits perfectly。〃 As much as he tried to hide it； Owens was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning。
〃Who tipped you？〃
〃Anonymous。 A male voice； claimed to have seen wiring； and something that was wrapped up in small blocks； when he looked in the window。〃
〃I love it！ Peeping Tom cues the cops probably afraid his wife'll find out what he's been up to。 Well； you take what you get。〃 Murray grinned。 He'd had cases break on slimmer stuff than this。
The evening traffic was curb…to…curb； and the police siren could not change that。 It took fully twenty frustrating minutes to travel the five miles to Tooley Street； with Owens listening to the radio； his fist beating softly on the front door's armrest while his men arrived at the suspect house。 Finally the car darted across the Tower Bridge and turned right。 The driver parked it on the sidewalk alongside two other police cars。
It was a three…story building of drab； dirty brick； in a working class neighborhood。 Next door was a small pub with its daily menu scrawled on a blackboard。 Several patrons were standing at the door； pints in their fists as they watched the police； and more stood across the street。 Owens ran to the door。 A plainclothes detective was waiting for him。
〃All secure； sir。 We have the suspect in custody。 Top floor； in the rear。〃
The mander trotted up the stairs with Murray on his heels。 Another detective met him on the top…floor landing。 Owens proceeded the last thirty feet with a cruel； satisfied smile on his face。
〃It's all over； sir；〃 Highland said。 〃Here's the suspect。〃
Maureen Dwyer was stark naked； spread…eagled on the floor。 Around her was a puddle of water； and a trail of wet footprints ing from the adjacent bathroom。
〃She was taking a bath；〃 Highland explained。 〃And she'd left her pistol on the kitchen table。 No trouble at all。〃
〃Do you have a female detective on the way？〃
〃Yes； sir。 I'm surprised she's not here already。〃
〃Traffic is bloody awful；〃 Owens noted。
〃Any evidence of a panion？〃
〃No； sir。 None at all；〃 Highland answered。 〃Only this。〃
The bottom drawer of the only bureau in the shabby apartment was lying on the floor。 It contained several blocks of what looked like plastic explosive； some blasting caps； and what were probably electronic timers。 Already a detective was doing a written inventory while another was busily photographing the entire room with a Nikon camera and strobe。 A third was breaking open an evidence kit。 Everything in the room would be tagged； dropped in a clear plastic bag； and stored for use in yet another terrorist trial in the Old Bailey。 There were smiles of satisfaction everywhere except for Maureen Dwyer's face； which was pressed to the floor。 Two detectives stood over the girl； their service revolvers holstered as they watched the naked； wet figure without a trace of sympathy。
Murray stood in the doorway to keep out of everyone's way while his eyes took in the way Owens' detectives handled the scene。 There wasn't much to criticize。 The suspect was neutralized； the area secured； and now evidence was being collected； everything was going by the book。 He noted that the suspect was kept stationary。 A woman officer would perform a cavity search to ensure that she wasn't 〃holding〃 something that might be dangerous。 This was a little hard on Miss Dwyer's modesty； but Murray didn't think a judge would object。 Maureen Dwyer was a known bomber； with at least three years' work behind her。 Nine months before； she'd been seen leaving the site of a nasty one in Belfast that minutes later had killed four people and maimed another three。 No； there wouldn't be all that much sympathy for Miss Dwyer。 After another several minutes； a detective took the sheet off the bed and draped it over her； covering her from her knees to her shoulders。 Through it all； the suspect didn't move。 She was breathing rapidly； but made no sound。
〃This is interesting；〃 one man said。 He pulled a suitcase from under the bed。 After checking it for booby traps； he opened it and extracted a theatrical makeup case plete with four wigs。
〃Goodness； I could use one of those myself。〃 The female detective squeezed past Murray and approached Owens。 〃I came as fast as I could。 mander。〃
〃Carry on。〃 Owens smiled。 He was too happy to let something this minor annoy him。
〃Spread 'em； dearie。 You know the drill。〃 The detective put on a rubber glove for her search。 Murray didn't watch。 This was one thing he'd always been squeamish about。 A few seconds later； the glove came off with a snapping sound。 A detective handed Dwyer some clothes to put on。 Murray watched the suspect dress herself as unselfconsciously as if she'd been alone no； he thought； alone she'd show more emotion。 As soon as her clothes were on； a police officer snapped steel handcuffs on her wrists。 The same man informed Dwyer of her rights； not very differently from the way American cops did it。 She did not acknowledge the words。 Maureen Dwyer looked about at the police； no expression at all on her face； not even anger； and was taken out without having said a single word。
That's a cold piece of work； Murray told himself。 Even with her hair wet； with no makeup； she was pretty enough； he thought。 Nice plexion。 It wouldn't hurt her to knock off eight or ten pounds； but in nice clothes that wouldn't matter very much。 You could pass her on the street； or sit next to her in a bar and offer to buy her a drink； and you'd never suspect that she was carrying two pounds of high explosives in her purse。 Thank God we don't have anything like that at home 。 。 。 He wondered how well the Bureau would do against such a threat。 Even with all their resources； the scientific and forensic experts who back up the special agents in the field； this was no easy crime to deal with。 For any police force； the name of the game was wait for the bad guys to make a mistake。 You had to play for the breaks； just like a football team waited for a turnover。 The problem was； the crooks kept getting better； kept learning from their mistakes。 It was like any sort of petition。 Both sides became increasingly sophisticated。 But the criminals always had the initiative。 The cops were always playing catchup ball。
〃Well； Dan； any critique？ Do we measure up to FBI standards？〃 Owens inquired with the slightest amount of smugness。
〃Don't give me that crap； Jimmy！〃 Murray grinned。 Things were settled down now。 The detectives were fully engaged in cataloging the physical evidence in the confidence that they already had a solid criminal case。 〃I'd say you have this one pretty cold。 You know how lucky you are not to have our illegal…search…and…seizure rules？〃 Not to mention some of our judges。
〃Finished；〃 the photographer said。
〃Excellent；〃 replied Sergeant Bob Highland； who was running the crime scene。
〃How'd you get here so fast； Bob？〃 Murray wanted to know。 〃You take the tube； or what？〃
〃Why didn't I think of that？〃 Highland laughed。 〃Perhaps we caught the traffic right。 We were here within eleven minutes。 You weren't that far behind us。 We booted the door and had Dwyer in custody in under five seconds。 Isn't it amazing how easy it can be if you have the bloody information you need！〃
〃Can I e in now？〃
〃Certainly。〃 Owens waved him into the apartment。
Murray went right to the bureau drawer with the explosives。 The FBI man was an expert on explosive devices。 He and Owens crouched over the collection。
〃Looks like Czech；〃 Murray muttered。
〃It is；〃 another detective said。 〃From Skoda works； you can tell from the wrapping。 These are American； though。 California Pyronetics； model thirty…one electronic detonator。〃 He tossed one in a plastic bag to Murray。
〃Damn！ They're turning up all