A few seconds of stillness followed. Danny gripped the railing tightly, holding every muscle taut, careful to avoid making a sound. He was a few landings below where the police had entered. Both of you, the woman had said, apparently referring to Leo and his attacker — meaning that they didn’t know Danny was below them. He willed himself to stay statue-like.
The man above said, “Buddy, I don’t care how big your gun is or how much armor you got on. How far you think you’ll make it on that bum leg?”
A gentle tap indicated a gun being placed on the floor, followed by the ratcheting clicks of handcuffs. Then came the distinct static of a two-way radio. The device that Natalie had seen wasn’t a cellphone — it was a walkie-talkie.
“Dispatch, come in,” said the man. “This is Detective Macintyr
