Chapter 13 - THE PLAZA HOTEL AMBUSH
Searchlights from the helicopter blinded Reese, turning the dark water around the boat into glowing white foam.
"Pull over, Detective Reese!" a loudspeaker boomed from the chopper above. "By order of the Department of Homeland Security!"
"Homeland Security?" Clara shouted. "William works with them!"
Reese swerved the boat sharply to the left, taking cover under the massive steel structure of the Brooklyn Bridge.
The chopper couldn't follow them beneath the bridge supports, giving them thirty seconds of cover.
Reese pulled the boat up to an abandoned ferry slip near Wall Street, tying off the lines in the shadows.
They scrambled up the wet iron ladder onto the deserted street, ducking behind an empty newsstand.
"We need to get to the Plaza Hotel," Clara urged, wiping rain from her face. "My father's former lawyer keeps his office there."
"The streets are crawling with federal agents on Charles Sterling's payroll," Reese warned.
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"Then we walk through the subway tunnels," Clara decided, pointing toward an open station entrance down the block.
They slipped down the tiled stairs into the dark station just as two black SUVs pulled up to the curb above.
