Frank said, "We got parents want to talk to their kids."
"That won't happen," Wagner told him. "The goal from our end is to keep as much emotion out of this as possible. We're not going to have crying parents pleading for their children's lives. Our shooters already know how valuable the hostages are without us reinforcing the fact."
"What else?" Lena asked. "What happens next?"
"They'll get hungry or want to see themselves on TV. Eventually, we'll get to the point where we've traded everything we can and they'll want out of there. We need to anticipate what they'll want at that point besides money. They always want money – unmarked and small denominations." She paused. "We need to find their car. They didn't sprout wings and fly here, and they're certainly not planning on leaving that way."
Lena said, "There's a lake behind the college."
"Private?"
"Semi," she said. "It's hard to get a boat in without people seeing, but you can if you want to badly enough."
Wagner picked out one of Nick's people. "That'll be you, okay? Take a couple of men and search the shore for boats. We're talking walking distance from the scene. They didn't plan a leisurely hike as part of their getaway." She asked Frank, "I suppose any reports filed on missing boats in the last week are inside the station?"
"Yeah."
"You've rerouted 9-1-1 calls?"
"Yeah," Frank repeated. "To the fire station up the street."
"Could you please see if anyone reported a missing boat this morning?"
Frank picked up one of the telephones on the counter to make the call.
Wagner looked at the two remaining men on her team. "We'll get the children out first for food and water." She asked Lena, "Is there a water cooler in there?"
"In the back by the jails."
"How many toilets?"
Lena did not understand the question, but she answered, "One."
She saw Lena's confusion and explained, "Drinking water. There's around a gallon and a half of water in the tank. They'll use that between themselves."
Frank hung up the phone. "No missing boats," he said. "I put out a feeler on the radio to see if anyone remembers taking a report."
"Good man," Wagner said. Then, to her team, "We'll try to get the old woman or the patrolman out after the children. They won't care about hanging onto them; the cop is still iffy and they'll see the old woman as dead weight. My guess is they'll want to keep the pediatrician." She asked Frank and Lena, "She's attractive?"
Lena began, "I wouldn't say -" just as Frank answered, "Yes."
"I imagine she's fairly confident," Wagner said. "Women don't get through medical school being demure." She frowned. "They won't like that."
Molly said, "I'm her nurse at the clinic. Sara's the most levelheaded person I know. She wouldn't do anything to compromise the situation, especially with children there."
Wagner looked at her crew. "What do you think, boys?"
The one who held the cell phone to his ear said, "No doubt they'll have a problem with her."
The other added, "They'll need to get rid of that adrenaline soon." He started to nod. "I'll go with them keeping the woman."
"I concur," Wagner said, and Lena felt her blood run cold.
Molly said, "You don't think they'll…"
Wagner's incredulous tone was sharp as a tack. "They've killed four police officers and shot at children, severely wounding one of them. Do you think they'll draw the line at sexual assault?" She turned her attention toward Frank. "You were in there, Detective. What did they come for? What else will they want?"
He shrugged, and Lena could feel his anger and confusion. "I don't know."
Wagner started to interrogate him. "What's the first thing they did?"
"They shot Matt. They shot up the station."
"Would you say that their primary goal was to shoot Detective Hogan?"
Even though Lena had heard Nick giving someone details over the phone, she was surprised the woman knew Matt's name.
Wagner prompted, "Detective Wallace?"
Frank shrugged again. "I don't know."
"You know more than we do, Detective. You were there. What did they say?"
"I don't know. They were yelling. Well, one of them was yelling. He started slapping Marla around. I went to the back of the station to call Nick."
Lena chewed the tip of her tongue. She had never liked Marla, but there was something horrific about beating up an old lady. Considering all they had done, Lena should not have been surprised, but still, hearing about Marla took her anger up yet another notch.
"Wait a minute," Frank said. Judging by his look, a lightbulb had gone off in his head. "He asked for the Chief. The one who said his name was Smith. He told Marla he wanted to see the Chief. She told me, and I found Jeffrey and…" He had spoken in a rush until he got to Jeffrey's name.
Somehow, Wagner made sense of what he was trying to say. "They asked for Chief Tolliver but they shot Detective Hogan?"
"I…" Frank shrugged. "I guess."
She looked around the room, finding Pat Morris over by Lena. "You're Morris?"
He nodded, obviously uncomfortable with being singled out. "Yes, ma'am."
She gave him a disarming smile, as if they were old friends. "You were there from the beginning?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"And what did you see?"
"Same as Frank."
Her smile thinned slightly. "Which was?"
"I was at my desk typing up a report," Morris began. "The Chief came into the room and I asked him a question about how to get to the D-15 screen. I'm not that great with computers."
"That's fine," Wagner soothed. "And then?"
Lena could see Morris swallow hard. "And then Matt came in the front door. Marla said something to him, like 'There you are,' then Dr. Linton screamed."
"Just screamed?"
"No, ma'am. She said, 'Jeffrey,' like she was warning him."
Wagner took a breath, then let it go. She pressed her lips together and Lena noticed her lipstick had smeared a bit. "So, we could have a case of mistaken identity."
Frank said, "How's that?"
"The shooter thought Detective Hogan was your Chief." Wagner looked around the room. "I know this is a silly question, but is there a particular perp your Chief put away who might be capable of doing something like this?"
Lena racked her brain for cases, wondering why she had not done this before. There were plenty of people she could think of who were angry enough to want to kill Jeffrey, but none of them had the balls to do it. Besides, it was never the big talkers who acted on their threats. It was the quiet ones, the ones who let their anger burn in the pit of their stomachs until it exploded, who actually showed up with a gun.
"It was worth a shot." Wagner addressed the group again. "Either way, mission accomplished for our two shooters. They came to kill Tolliver and as far as they know that was done in the first two minutes. Their escape was blocked by our helpful dry cleaner here, who ran into the street with his shotgun. I would guess their primary goal right now would be to get out of the building without being killed."
"Amanda?" Nick said. He walked through the room holding a rolled-up blueprint in his hand. "Ventilation plan."
"Good," she told him, spreading the schematic out on the table. She studied the layout of the ventilation system for a moment, tracing a shaft along a section of the back wall. "This looks like the best spot," she decided. "We can go through the drop ceiling in the conference room to access the duct and slide a Minicam through to get a bird's-eye of what's going on."
Frank said, "Why can't we just go through the ceiling?"
"The tiles break too easily. We don't want dust falling down and alerting them to -"