Chapter 7
5:33 a.m.
East Harlem, Borough of Manhattan
Luke held his breath. Loud noises were not his favorite thing, and one hell of a loud noise was coming.
He stood completely still in the bleak light of a tenement building in Harlem. His g*n was out, his back pressed to the wall. Behind him, Ed Newsam stood in almost the exact same pose as his. In front of them in the narrow hallway, half a dozen helmeted and flak-jacketed SWAT team members stood on either side of an apartment door.
The building was dead quiet. Dust motes hung in the air. Moments before, a small robot had slid a tiny camera scope beneath the door, looking for explosives attached to the other side. Negative. Now, the robot had retreated.
Two SWAT guys stepped up with a heavy battering ram. It was a swing-type, an o
