'Hey, the bitch wanted it. She was into sadomasochism, all kinds of stuff. I mean, I was shocked, man.'

'I'm sure you were, and I was forgetting physical assault on a minor.'

There was silence. Moody said, 'What's this minor crap?' 'Didn't Sergeant Abruzzi tell you? The girl, Charlene Wilson, was fifteen two weeks ago.'

Moody's face paled. 'Now, look, I didn't know that.' 'Well, you do now,' Helen Abruzzi told him.

Another thing,' Parker said. 'There've been two killings in Battery Park within the last three months, using the same technique you prefer, Moody. Girls tied up, abused, beaten, and young.'

'You can't pin those on me.'

'I don't need to. We have good DNA samples retrieved from Charlene Wilson. We've got the DNA of the Battery Park killer. I'd bet my pension we'll have a match.'

'Fuck you, nigger bastard.'

Moody lunged at him and the two officers restrained him.

Parker said, 'Why, Paul, you should conserve your energy. You're going to need it to keep you going for the next forty years in prison.' He nodded to the officers. 'Get this piece of shit out of here.'

He turned to the window as the door closed. Helen Abruzzi said, 'It's a bad one, sir.'

'They're all bad, Sergeant.' He turned. 'I need air. I'll take a walk if you can find me an umbrella. I'll come back to sign the papers later.'

'Fine, sir.'

He smiled, and suddenly looked charming. 'You've been doing a good job here, Sergeant. I've been noticing. There's an inspector's job coming up, if you'd like a posting to Police Plaza. You deserve it. I can't promise, mind you.'

'I know, sir.'

'Fine. I'll see you later, but ring the front desk and get me that umbrella.'

It was raining hard on the waterfront. Parker had borrowed a Police raincoat with Gaped shoulders, and carried the umbrella Abruzzi had organized. The rain actually made him feel good, cleared the head. He lit another cigarette, and then an old man was running toward him in a panic.