“When Mike told me to call him and get the description of the woman, Jed pleaded with me to make you understand how dangerous he was afraid she could be. Once he saw her here in New York knowing how she had plagued his wife he was afraid she’d start to harass you next. He didn’t think murder, but just an embarrassment you didn’t need, with the public nature of your work.”
“I called them to tell you not to go home alone,” Mike said, ‘and to make sure Mercer got a patrol car to get you to your apartment and then down to your office in the morning, just until we could find this woman and identify her. But I couldn’t get Mercer on the phone. And it didn’t become urgent till the guy on the desk told me you were fine you had just gotten into a car with some woman up at the corner. A white car.“
“Dammit, nothing like this ever happens to me,” Joan said.
Mike went on to describe that he had called his office for a backup car to meet him at Fifth Avenue and Seventysecond Street. He planned to go over to the West Side, near the Special Victims Squad, and see if people on the street had seen or heard anything that would give him a lead. He requested that headquarters put out an alert in Manhattan North for a white Celica with two women traveling in it. Then he and Duffy started out of David’s apartment and David insisted on going along.
Chapman and the backup team met eight minutes later at the Fifth Avenue entrance to the park and started on the cross-drive to the West.
“Like Mercer always says, detective work is ninety-nine percent genius and one percent luck,” Mike reminded me.
“I’m whipping through the park like a tornado on the Seventy-second Street crossroad, then Doc in the backseat screams out that there’s a white Celica pulled in under a tree on our right side. I braked, made a U-turn and parked across the way, in front of the Bandshell. We all fanned out, and David offered to do the ruse about the dog figured you’d either make his voice or the dog’s name.
Best thing you did was warn us about the gun. I knew we had a whack job but I still didn’t guess that she was the shooter.“
”Talk about blindsided, I’m the one who got right in the car with her,“ I said quietly, wondering how an intelligent human mind like Ellen Goldman’s could go so singularly off-track.
“What hurts more, Coop,” Mike questioned me, ‘your feelings or your neck?“
“At this point it’s about even,” I told him, smiling for the first time in hours.
“She’ll stay with me for as long as her doctor wants her in town, and then, I’m taking her away for some tropical sunshine,” Joan announced.
“This isn’t a great time for me to go-‘ ”Hey, you think there won’t be any perverts left in town for you to handle two weeks from now? You think they’re gonna go out of business while you take a break, Cooper?
Give it a rest you’re the only person I know who isn’t gonna be outta work in the foreseeable future.“
I wanted to keep my three friends around me and talking to me for hours more, despite my exhaustion, until the daylight poured in through the windows over the river.
I wanted to put off my dreams for as long as possible dreams that would inevitably be haunted by delusion and betrayal, murder and death.
Keep talking, I said to myself, keep talking. It had worked with Ellen Goldman, maybe it would hold off my nightmares as well.
“Did Alex ever tell you about the first case we had together?” Mike asked Joan and David, as I shifted my body in the comfortable chair and rested my head against the pillows, watching for the sunrise.
About the author
Linda Fairstein is an Assistant District Attorney in New York, and America’s foremost expert on crimes of sexual assault and domestic violence. Her involvement with such cases as the Preppy Murder and the Central Park Jogger over the past two decades has gained her the reputation of one of the city’s toughest prosecutors. She lives in Manhattan with her husband and this is her first novel.
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