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Vasco right after him. Everybody was yelling at them, and some of the cooks were waving knives, but Tolman pushed on, apparently convinced there was some sort of rear entrance to the kitchen.

    There wasn’t. He was trapped. He looked around wildly. Vasco slowed. He flashed one of his badges, in an official-looking wallet. “Citizen’s arrest,” he said. Tolman cowered back by two walk-in freezers and a narrow door with a slim vertical window. Tolman went through the narrow door and it closed behind him.

    A light blinked by the door.

    It was a service elevator.

    Shit. “Where does this go?”

    “Second floor.”

    “Anywhere else?”

    “No, just second floor.”

    Vasco pressed his earpiece. “Dolly?”

    “I’m on it,” she said. He heard her panting, as she ran up stairs.

    Vasco positioned himself in front of the elevator door and waited. He pressed the button to bring the elevator down.

    “I’m at the elevator now,” Dolly said. “I saw him; he went back down.”

    “That’s a tiny elevator,” Vasco said.

    “I know.”

    “If he’s really got liquid nitrogen with him, he shouldn’t be in there.” A couple of years back, Vasco had chased a fugitive into a laboratory-supply warehouse. The guy had nearly suffocated after he locked himself in a closet.

    The elevator came down. As soon as it stopped, Vasco yanked the handle to open it, but Tolman must have pushed an emergency switch, because the door wouldn’t open. Vasco could see the wine sack on the floor. The velvet had been pushed down to reveal the stainless steel rim of the dewar.

    And the top was off. White steam around the opening.

    Through the glass, Tolman stared at him, wild-eyed. “Come out, son,” Vasco said. “Don’t be foolish.”

    Tolman shook his head.

    “It’s dangerous,” Vasco said. “You know it’s dangerous.”

    But the kid pushed a button, and the elevator started back up.

    Vasco had a bad feeling.

    The kid knew, all right. He knew exactly what he was doing.

    “He’s up here, ”Dolly said, standing on the second floor. “But the door won’t open. No, he’s going down again.”

    “Go back to the table,” Vasco said to her. “Let him go.”

    She realized at once what he was talking about. She hurried back down the plush red velvet staircase to the ground floor. She was not surprised to see that the table where the thuggish man had sat was now empty. No thug. No beautiful Russian girl. Just a hundred-dollar bill tucked under a glass. He’d paid in cash, of course.

    And vanished.

    Vasco was now surrounded by three hotel security guys, all talking at once. Standing half a head above them he yelled for quiet. “One thing,” he said. “How do we get the elevator open?”

    “He must have hit the override.”

    “How do we get it open ?”

    “We have to kill the power to it.”

    “Will that open it?”

    “No, but then we can wedge it open, once it’s stopped.”

    “How long will that take?”

    “Maybe ten, fifteen minutes. Doesn’t matter, this guy isn’t going anyplace.”

    “Yes, he is,” Vasco said.

    The security guy laughed. “Where the hell can he go?”

    The elevator came down again. Tolman was on his knees, holding the glass door shut.

    “Get up,” Vasco said. “Get up, get up. Come on, son, it’s not worth it, stand up!”

    Suddenly, Tolman’s eyes rolled up into his head and he fell onto his back. The elevator started to rise.

    “What the hell?” one of the security men said. “Who is he, anyway?”

    Ah shit, Vasco thought.

    The kid had pushed some override that had jammed the elevator circuits. It took them forty minutes to get the doors open and haul him out. He was long since dead, of course. The instant he fell, he was immersed in 100 percent nitrogen atmosphere, from the liquid nitrogen that was streaming from the dewar. Because nitrogen was heavier than air, it progressively filled the elevator from the bottom up. Once the kid flopped on his back,