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Linda Fairstein - Hell Gate

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Table of Contents ALSO BY LINDA FAIRSTEIN Fiction Lethal Legacy Killer - photo 1
Table of Contents

ALSO BY LINDA FAIRSTEIN
Fiction:
Lethal Legacy
Killer Heat
Bad Blood
Death Dance
Entombed
The Kills
The Bone Vault
The Deadhouse
Cold Hit
Likely to Die
Final Jeopardy

Nonfiction:
Sexual Violence: Our War Against Rape
DUTTON To the women and men of the special victims units of the Manhattan - photo 2
DUTTON
To the women and men of the special victims units of the Manhattan District - photo 3
To the women and men of the special victims units of the Manhattan District Attorneys Office and the NYPDpast and presentwho have always worked on the side of the angels...

with respect and gratitude
Resignedly beneath the sky
the melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
death looks gigantically down.

EDGAR ALLAN POE, The City in the Sea
ONE How many bodies Six Ms Cooper So far we got six dead But theres a - photo 4
ONE
How many bodies?
Six, Ms. Cooper. So far we got six dead. But theres a mean rip and a swift current out there. Anybodys guess whats going to wash up by the end of the day.
I was walking toward the ocean behind a cop sent to escort me from my car, following him on the path that had been formed in the dunes by the first responders who had tracked across it two hours earlier, at daybreak.
One woman? I asked.
What? The cop cupped his hand to his ear as he turned to look at me. The gust of wind that blew a clump of damp sand against the side of my face also carried off my words.
The news is reporting that one of the victims is a young woman.
We got two now. Girls, really. Teenagers at best. Four men and two girls.
I stopped at the crest of the dune and scanned the horizon. Dozens of police officers were scattered along a quarter mile of beach, their blue uniforms a deeper color than the rough Atlantic. Detectives in windbreakers and all-weather jackets looked slightly less incongruous in this unlikely setting, some scouring the shoreline while others gathered around the survivors who had been brought to land.
Thats it, the cop said, pointing at the rusted freighter that was grounded on a sandbar about three hundred yards out to sea, listing to port, as police launches and Coast Guard boats darted around it. Golden Voyage. Thats the name of the ship they sailed on.
Golden Voyage my ass, Mike Chapman said, coming up beside me, adjusting his sunglasses as he spoke. It must have been the crossing from hell. Happy New Year, Coop.
Same to you, Mike. Although this doesnt get it off to a particularly pleasant start.
I got her from here, pal, Mike said, dismissing the cop. You warm enough?
Im fine. Battaglia called me at home this morning, I said, referring to my boss, the district attorney of New York County. Did you just arrive?
We were both dressed in jeans. I had a cashmere sweater under my ski jacket, with gloves and a scarf to protect myself against the brisk January day. Mike wore a white turtleneck beneath his trademark navy blazer. The winter cold never bothered him, any more than the sight of a corpse.
Nope. Human traffickingyou dont get worse scumbags than the guys who deal in flesh. All the squads got called in right away. Every borough, he said. I was doing a midnight so I shot out here from a crack den in Harlem. Just went back to the car now to get my shades. The glare on the waters a killer.
Mike was one of the best detectives in the city, assigned to Manhattan North Homicide, which handled every case from Fifty-ninth Street to the northern tip of the island. Wed been professional partnersand close friendsfor more than a decade.
Where do you want to start? he asked me. People were swarming across the beach like armies of insects. The tent over there to the left on that paved areathats the temporary morgue. The group in the middle, weve got more than a hundred victims off the wreck so far, trying to get them in dry clothes. The commissioner is due in by chopper any minute now.
Whos in charge? I asked.
Feebies, kid. The feds are running the operation. Your buddy from the task force, Donovan Baynes. His group is trying to set up a command center on the right. Hardest thing, Mike said, starting down the slope, is holding the press at bay. Roping them off on the street is easy, but keeping the helicopters and power boats away is more of a problem, now that news has spread. Cmon.
Take me to Baynes, okay?
Battaglia doesnt let go, Ill give him that. Rockaway Beachthe Irish Rivierathis is Queens, for Chrissake. That parking lot where the morgue is, its over the line in Nassau County. What makes him think he has jurisdiction here? Mikes loafers made a crunching sound as they pounded the sand while we toured the scene. His straight black hair, gleaming in the sunlight, was blowing wildly as he walked into the wind.
Global and mobile. Thats how he likes to think of himself. Hes been DA for so long he doesnt believe theres anything that limits him, I said. Thats why he fought so hard to get me on the task force.
Human trafficking, a modern-day form of slavery, wasnt even on the books until federal laws addressing it were enacted in 2000. Before that, prosecutors had patched together local legislation to attempt to punish the handful of individuals who could be linked to efforts to transport victims across borders, coercing them to work at everything from agricultural labor to child prostitution.
Good morning, Counselor, a detective greeted me as we approached the group of men encircling Donovan Baynes. Chapman, how many interpreters did you call for?
A boatload. Why? How many you got so far?
Two. Only two have showed up.
What language? I asked, trying to process the sight of scores of dazed victims who were wrapped in blankets, staring out at the shipwreck, undoubtedly looking for family members and friends.
Ukrainian, Mike said. Why? You ever do a Ukrainian, kid? A little pillow talk and your Ukrainian could be almost as good as your French.
I had just returned from Paris two days earlieron Mondaywhere I spent the New Year holiday with my lover, Luc Rouget. The more about my personal life I kept from Mike, the more he needled me. No surprise. Since the Soviet collapse, Ukraine leads Eastern Europe in the number of trafficking victims.
What do you want me to do about it, Chapman? the detective asked. We got to move these guys off the beach before they freeze their balls off. Sorry, maam.
Nobodys gonna freeze today. Its almost fifty degrees, Mike said, not breaking his stride. Send some cars over to Little Odessa. Go to a few coffee shops and grab anybody whos sitting still.
Wheres that?
Brighton Beach. Right next door, in Brooklyn. Youre like Coopyou need a road map to the Outer Boroughs.
Brighton had been built as a local beach resort in the 1860s, named for the English coastal town in a contest held by its developers. In the 1970s, it was nicknamed Little Odessa because of the large concentration of immigrants from that Black Sea city, once one of the great ports of Imperial Russia.
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