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.”Brenner held his hand out to Ed Romo.“Give me your key card.”Romo complied and Brenner then handed the card to Reid.“Okay, Kyle, go,” Brenner ordered.“The door combo is five-six-one-eight-four and you heard the rest.”Reid turned and pointed to one of the others in hazmat suits.“It’ll be tight in there.Just Miller and I go in.”The leader and his chosen second snapped on their face guards and used the key card and combination to open the safe room door.Miller carried the radiation monitor and they entered the safe room, pulling the door closed behind them.“You know, people go in there all the time and they don’t wear space suits,” Ed Romo said.“I’m happy for them,” Brenner said.“This situation is a little different, don’t you think? We don’t know what may or may not have been let loose in that environment.”“I was just saying,” Romo said defensively.“Then do me a favor and don’t say anything, son.Let us do our job.”Bosch watched on the monitor and soon saw a glitch in the security system.The camera was mounted overhead, but as soon as Reid bent down to type the combination into the materials safe, he blocked the camera’s view of what he was doing.Bosch knew that even if someone had watched Kent when he went into the safe at 7 p.m.the evening before, he could easily have hidden what he was taking.Less than a minute after going into the safe room the two men in hazmat suits stepped out.Brenner stood up.The men unsnapped their face guards and Reid looked at Brenner.He shook his head.“The safe’s empty,” he said.Brenner pulled his phone from his pocket.But before he could punch in a number, Reid stepped forward, holding out a piece of paper torn from a spiral notebook.“This was all that was left,” he said.Bosch looked over Brenner’s shoulder at the note.It was scribbled in ink and difficult to decipher.Brenner read it out loud.“‘I am being watched.If I don’t do this they’ll kill my wife.Thirty-two sources, cesium.God forgive me.No choice.’”SEVENB OSCH AND THE FEDERAL AGENTS stood silently.There was an almost palpable sense of dread hanging in the air in the oncology lab.They had just confirmed that Stanley Kent took thirty-two capsules of cesium from the safe at Saint Agatha’s and then most likely turned them over to persons unknown.Those persons unknown had then executed him up on the Mulholland overlook.“Thirty-two capsules of cesium,” Bosch said.“How much damage could that do?”Brenner looked at him somberly.“We would have to ask the science people but my guess is that it could get the job done,” he said.“If somebody out there wants to send a message, it would be heard loud and clear.”Bosch suddenly thought of something that didn’t fit with the known set of facts.“Wait a minute,” he said.“Stanley Kent’s radiation rings showed no exposure.How could he have taken all the cesium out of here and not lit up those warning devices like a Christmas tree?”Brenner shook his head dismissively.“He obviously used a pig.”“A what?”“The pig is what they call the transfer device.It basically looks like a lead mop bucket on wheels.With a secured top, of course.It’s heavy and built low to the ground—like a pig.So they call it a pig.”“And he could just waltz right in and out of here with something like that?”Brenner pointed at the clipboard on the desk.“Inter-hospital transfers of radioactive sources for cancer treatment are not unusual,” he said.“He signed out one source but then took them all.That’s what was unusual, but who was going to open up the pig and check?”Bosch thought about the indentations he had seen in the floor of the Porsche’s trunk.Something heavy had been carried in the car and was then removed.Now Bosch knew what it was and it was just one more indication of the worst-case scenario.Bosch shook his head and Brenner thought it was because he was making a judgment about security in the lab.“Let me tell you something,” the agent said.“Before we came in last year and revamped their security, anybody wearing a doctor’s white coat could have walked right in here and gotten whatever he wanted out of the safe.Security was nothing.”“I wasn’t making a comment on security.I was—”“I have to make a call,” Brenner said.He moved away from the others and pulled out his cell phone.Bosch decided to make his own call.He pulled out his phone, found a corner for privacy and called his partner.“Ignacio, it’s me.I’m just checking in.”“Call me Iggy, Harry.What’s happening with you?”“Nothing good.Kent emptied the safe.All the cesium is gone.”“Are you kidding me? That’s the stuff you said could be used to make a dirty bomb?”“That’s the stuff and it looks like he turned over enough of it to do the job.Are you still at the scene?”“Yeah, and listen, I’ve got a kid here who might’ve been a witness.”“What do you mean, ‘might’ve’ been a witness? Who is it, a neighbor?”“No, it’s sort of a screwy story.You know that house that was supposedly Madonna’s?”“Yeah.”“Yeah, well, she used to own it but doesn’t anymore.I go up there to knock on the door and the guy who lives there now says he didn’t see or hear anything—I’m getting the same thing at every door I knock on.So anyway, I’m leaving when I spot this guy hiding behind these big potted trees in the courtyard.I draw down on him and call backup, you know, thinking maybe he’s our shooter from the overlook.But that’s not what it is
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