Fifth Victim tcfs-9

by Zoe Sharp

  ‘OK, Benedict,’ I said wearily. ‘Just remember, though, that the cops will be back, and they really don’t like being lied to. Try it with the Feds and you’ll find yourself on the first plane to Cuba. And people like the Eisenbergs will not let things like this go unpunished.’ I rose, gave him a last hard stare. ‘There are worse places to spend the next twenty-five years than the factory floor.’

  It was just before noon. Dina had been missing almost twenty-six hours. I was willing to bet that, wherever she was right now, it had to be worse than anywhere Benedict’s parents could devise.

  CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

  ‘I wondered how long it would take you to get around to me,’ Manda Dempsey said when she opened the door to her penthouse apartment.

  She’d had a little time to prepare for my arrival on her doorstep. The glossy Manhattan apartment building had uniformed security who took their role more seriously than simply being a human doorstop with gold braid. They’d valet-parked the Navigator and called up to see if Miss Dempsey ‘might be willing to receive me’, seeming almost disappointed when she said yes.

  Now, Manda led the way into the split-level living area. The room occupied a corner of the building, and faced partly north up Fifth Avenue, and east to catch the light. It was dominated by glass, as with Caroline Willner’s house in Long Island, but here the view was of the Empire State and the Chrysler Building, their outlines hazy in the afternoon sun.

  ‘Quite a place you have here,’ I murmured.

  She paused by a low sofa, following my gaze as if the view was something she looked at so rarely she’d forgotten it was there.

  ‘I like it,’ she said, and sat down. There was a bottle of wine open on the table by her elbow and she picked up her half-drunk glass, but didn’t offer one to me. ‘Any news of Dina?’

  Only that she’s now been gone twenty-nine hours …

  ‘They’ve asked for ten million,’ I said, noting the way her eyebrows climbed a little as she drank. She held the gesture a fraction too long for it to be entirely genuine. ‘But you knew that, didn’t you, Amanda?’

  ‘No,’ she said evenly. ‘I was just thinking that they’re getting kinda ambitious. They only asked one million for me.’

  ‘Ah, well, now they have experience on their side,’ I said, sitting down without an invite, as it didn’t look like she was going to extend one.

  I debated on telling her about the kidnappers’ claims over the authenticity of the Eisenberg Rainbow, decided against. Parker was still trying to verify that information, and Brandon Eisenberg was proving evasive to say the least. ‘Lennon and his pal got away clean with those jewels last time. Maybe it’s double or quits.’

  ‘Ah,’ she said, giving me a smile that made her cheeks dimple, ‘so you know his name. Very good.’ She paused. ‘Or were you hoping that alone might shock me into a full confession?’

  ‘Everyone should have a dream,’ I said dryly. ‘You don’t deny you know him, then?’

  ‘Not much point in that.’ She snorted into her wine, put the deep-bowled glass down on the side table. ‘You already know Lennon and Ross were doing the kidnappings for us – the fake kidnappings, that is.’ The smile grew broader. ‘And I was the one who gave them Dina’s schedule, told them when she’d be at the riding club. I even told them she had a bodyguard called Charlie who was a tough customer. I completely overlooked the fact they’d automatically assume you were a guy. I mean, what a laugh!’

  ‘Oh yeah, hilarious …’ I muttered, remembering again the crunch Raleigh’s arm gave out as his bones splintered. ‘So, you recruited Lennon at a party? How did that come up in conversation?’

  She shook her head, wagged a finger. ‘Uh-uh, not guilty. Maybe I should warn you, Charlie, I’ve had some very dour detectives here all afternoon, and they didn’t succeed in beating a confession out of me, either. Can’t get what isn’t there, honey.’

  ‘You sound disappointed. But then, you paid to have Lennon and his mate rough you up, didn’t you, Amanda?’

  She shrugged. ‘Why not?’ she asked. ‘It’s a free country, and I kinda like it.’ She leant forwards, checking my face for signs of shock, and reached for her glass again. ‘Maybe you should loosen up and give it a try. Pleasure and pain are very closely related, after all. All those endorphins rushing around your system! Until you’ve had the experience, how do you know you won’t like it?’

  I fought to hold down a sudden memory that threatened to burst loose. A dark bitter night, four distinct male shapes, the rancid fear, and the huff of expelled breath from the effort they were putting into working me over. It was a long time ago but it might have been only last night for all its vivid flavour. ‘Been there, done that, thanks all the same,’ I said calmly. ‘Didn’t think much of it.’

  Another sideways little smile. ‘Maybe they simply weren’t very good.’

  ‘Trust me, they were experts.’

  Her smile faded to a frown, but she refused to give me the satisfaction of asking more. Which, in turn, saved me the trouble of telling her to mind her own bloody business. I reckoned that made us even.

  ‘Is that what happened to Torquil?’ I asked. ‘You were trying to broaden his horizons as far as the enjoyment of pain went, and it all got a bit out of hand?’

  ‘Nice try, Charlie, but for once you’re way off base. Torquil wasn’t in the game plan. Personally, I didn’t want anything to do with him. Can’t blame us if he looked elsewhere and wasn’t careful enough about who he talked to.’

  ‘So you’re saying he bypassed your exclusive little club and did a deal direct with Lennon, is that it?’

  ‘Lennon?’ Her eyes were positively sparking. ‘Lennon and his friend couldn’t plan their way out of a paper bag, honey. Why do you think we had to spoon-feed them every scrap of information?’

  ‘But since then Lennon’s found himself another partner, hasn’t he? And this guy is playing for real. You aren’t calling the shots anymore, Manda.’

  ‘Who says I ever was? I told you that you were off base, Charlie, but I wasn’t the first one kidnapped, now was I?’ She toed off her shoes and tucked her feet up on the sofa underneath her, for all the world relaxed. Only the tightness of her fingers around the stem of her wine glass gave her away. ‘If you want answers about Lennon and who he might have gone to, you’re going to have to speak to the person who knows him – the one who first recruited me, in fact.’

  ‘And that is?’

  ‘Oh come on – Orlando, of course.’ She smiled again. ‘But I reckon you’re gonna have your work cut out getting to her. Good luck with that.’

  ‘Yeah,’ I agreed, ‘she hasn’t even told Hunt where she is.’

  ‘Well, then.’ She raised her glass in mock salute. ‘From what I’ve seen of that pair, they’re besotted. If she hasn’t told him where to find her, you’ve no chance.’

  I left soon after that. There wasn’t much more I was going to get out of Manda, and the urge to smack her around was beginning to get the better of me.

  As I waited for the valet to retrieve the Navigator from wherever they’d stashed it nearby, my cellphone began to buzz in my pocket. When I pulled it out and saw Parker’s number on the display, my heart gave a sudden lurch in my chest.

  ‘Hi,’ I said sharply. ‘What’s happened?’

  ‘I think I should … tell you when I see you.’

  Oh, shit! Please, not another body …?

  I checked my watch for the hundredth time. It was after four in the afternoon. Dina had now been held over thirty hours. A lifetime, but surely too soon for Lennon and his new partner to have killed their hostage?

  ‘Is she—?’

  ‘No, we think she’s still alive.’ I heard the cautious note, and the strain, and could have screamed at his refusal to speak plainly over an open line.

  ‘You think? Parker! What the fuck does that mean?’

  The valet pulled up smartly at the kerb and hopped down out of the Navigator’s driving seat, a cheery comme
nt dying on his lips as he caught sight of my face. He stuffed the valet ticket into my numb fingers and scurried away without waiting for a tip.

  ‘Look, just … you better get back here, Charlie,’ he said, and I heard his shaky sigh. Whatever it is, it’s bad. ‘Fast as you can.’

  CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

  Trying to get from the middle of Manhattan out to Long Island, by four-wheel transport, towards the close of the afternoon, will not put you in the running for any official land-speed records. I did my best, but as I sat and cursed in traffic, I mourned the demise of the Buell all over again.

  Meanwhile, the clock ticked round to 7 p.m.

  Thirty-three hours.

  Finally, I reached the Willners’ driveway. And as I braked hard and swung the Navigator through the entrance, I nearly sent the four security people stationed there into group cardiac arrest. As one, right hands dived inside jackets. I made sure I kept both mine well in view as I came to a more moderate halt on the gravel.

  It was only then that I recognised a couple of the guys as Gleason’s men. Or rather – Eisenberg’s.

  What the …?

  I got out slowly, making no overtly threatening moves. They recognised me soon enough not to slot me, which would have put the capping piece on a thoroughly shitty day.

  I nodded to them as they relaxed back into hyped alertness, and jogged up the steps, aware that things were probably not about to get any better.

  Parker was waiting in the open-plan living area, with both Brandon and Nicola Eisenberg occupying one sofa, and Caroline Willner in her usual high-backed chair. Nicola Eisenberg’s own personal bodyguard was hovering discreetly nearby with Gleason. Landers was in the far corner, out of direct line of the windows, watching all the exits. Not that we were expecting a direct attack, but it was the kind of ingrained behaviour Parker paid him for.

  Through the glass, clouds were gathering darkened over the ocean, and the sun had begun a spectacular dying fall in the western sky, leaving a trail of streaks and sorrow.

  Nobody was watching the sunset.

  Parker was standing alongside Caroline Willner’s chair, as if providing support on a proximity basis alone. His lean face was tired, but there was more to it than that, and with a jolt I recognised it as defeat. He had the look of a field commander fresh from a bloody skirmish, who had never expected to lose the troops under him.

  ‘What’s happened?’ I demanded.

  Parker hesitated a moment and glanced at Caroline Willner. She caught the gesture.

  ‘Go on, Mr Armstrong.’ She gave a slightly mechanical nod. ‘Please, say what needs to be said.’ She was deathly pale, but holding.

  Parker stepped over to a side table. On it was an untidy cardboard package, sliced open. He pulled a latex glove out of his pocket and used that, folded over, to hold the box out to me. I checked the set faces, staring with varying degrees of horror and sympathy. Then Nicola Eisenberg averted her head, trying to make it look as if she were merely leaning her chin on her fist, resting on the arm of the sofa, rather than covering her mouth. Gleason had me under observation on a near-molecular level.

  I leant forwards, and looked in the box.

  Nestling inside was not the finger I’d been half expecting. Instead, it was a small bluish-white rubbery triangle, two edges smoothly rounded, and the last ragged and stained with dark flecks. It would have been hard to identify as part of a human body, were it not for the piercing through the lobe of what had once clearly been the lower half of a left ear.

  One of the pearl drop earrings that Dina had inherited from her grandmother was still studded through it.

  I swallowed, forced myself to be objective, rational, and channelled all the revulsion into a bright flame of rage. When I looked up, my gaze was as cold and empty as I could contrive.

  ‘When did this arrive?’ I asked. ‘And who delivered it?’

  ‘It came not long before I called you,’ Parker said tightly. ‘We already checked. Local courier company, pickup from the lobby of an apparently random apartment block, delivery instructions left with the package, cash in an envelope.’

  A dead end, in other words. Still, discovering that much in the time it had taken me to battle with traffic was fast work.

  I looked at Parker and saw he was waiting for me to ask the next question – the obvious question – the way you wait for someone to flinch.

  ‘So, was it cut off when she was still alive?’ I lifted my chin. ‘Or after she was dead?’

  Over to my left, I heard Nicola Eisenberg suck in a harsh breath. ‘My God,’ she murmured, ‘you’re one hard-faced bitch …’

  Well, it takes one to know one.

  I might have voiced that opinion out loud, but Parker silenced her with a single, lethal stare. ‘There’s a forensic pathologist on his way now,’ he said, checking his watch. ‘I called in a favour. He should be able to tell us how long it’s been … severed, and under what circumstances.’

  He put it so much more diplomatically than I had, which is why he was the boss.

  ‘We need to know quickly – before we go any further negotiating their demands.’ My God, they’ve had her less than two days and already they’re hacking bits off.

  I didn’t need to see the anguish in Parker’s eyes to know the same thought had passed through his mind.

  Brandon Eisenberg cleared his throat. ‘I have suggested to Mrs Willner that I be permitted to make a substantial contribution to Dina’s ransom.’ His wife shot him a poisonous glare, gave his arm an unsubtle jab. ‘Pay it, is basically what I’m saying,’ he added flatly.

  Well, that answered the question of whether Nicola Eisenberg knew about his attempt to cheat her son’s kidnappers with the Rainbow replica. I remembered again that she’d collapsed shortly after the ransom drop had gone so badly awry. Was that when she found out?

  Caroline Willner, meanwhile, had come stiffly upright in her chair, no mean feat when she already looked racked tight enough to crack her bones. She made to speak, but Nicola Eisenberg flashed a palm in warning.

  ‘No. We will do this,’ she said ominously. ‘For Torquil, as much as for Dina.’

  She looked about to expand on that theme, but Eisenberg diverted her. ‘We can argue about the details later,’ he said, brusque when Caroline Willner herself would have baulked further. ‘For now, let’s just concentrate on getting your daughter home safe and sound, hmm?’

  He had the air of a man who was approached by people constantly for handouts and found all these polite ‘oh, no, I couldn’t possibly’ coy protestations rather irksome.

  Caroline Willner must have sensed this. She paused a moment as if to collect herself, then said simply, ‘Thank you.’

  He nodded a couple of times, not making eye contact, but his linked hands flexed briefly in his lap.

  Nicola Eisenberg gave a grim and bitter little half smile. Regardless of the fact that Torquil had almost undoubtedly been dead before we could have reached him, ransom paid or not, I realised she now had a stick to beat her husband with to the end of his days. I wondered if she would ever feel it was worth the price.

  For the moment, however, the new-found power had its compensations. She rose, graceful in victory. Eisenberg automatically followed suit, as if either staying or going held no great appeal.

  ‘What do the authorities say about all this?’ I asked, looking around at them. Suddenly, nobody wanted to meet my eyes. I jerked a hand towards the box with its grisly contents. ‘How have you managed to keep that away from them?’

  ‘We are not without considerable influence in government,’ Nicola Eisenberg said, as if that answered everything. ‘We’ll take our leave.’ She bent to exchange distant air kisses on both cheeks with her hostess. She shook hands with Parker, covering both his with her own. ‘Do let us know as soon as you need the money.’ Her eyes slid sideways in the direction of her husband, half a pace behind. ‘It will be available immediately.’

  ‘Thank you,’ Parker said neutral
ly, disengaging himself. ‘I’m sure we’ll speak soon.’

  I didn’t merit a handshake, just a vague smile as the entourage headed for the door. Gleason gave me a cool nod in passing, though, which was the equivalent of a high five and a bear hug in this business.

  When they’d gone, Caroline Willner got slowly to her feet, as if suddenly feeling her bones, and stood with one hand resting on the back of her chair.

  ‘I believe Mr Armstrong has something important to tell you, Charlie,’ she said gravely.

  A muscle jumped in the side of Parker’s jaw. ‘It can wait.’

  ‘Really?’ she said, her voice cool. ‘Your decision, of course, but I couldn’t help overhearing the phone call you received, and it sounded rather urgent to me.’ She gave me a slight smile. ‘I shall be in my sitting room, if there’s any news of my daughter.’ And with that she turned on her immaculate heel and walked out of the room, tall and composed by what could only have been a major act of self-control. Landers caught Parker’s eye and followed her out. If I didn’t know him better, I might have suspected he was relieved by the excuse to leave.

  There was a long uncomfortable silence after they’d gone. I stuffed my hands into my pockets and waited for Parker to speak. He did not appear to be in any hurry to do so.

  ‘Is it Sean?’ I asked then, keeping my voice level with the same kind of effort that Caroline Willner must have employed.

  ‘No,’ Parker said, suddenly realising what I must have thought. ‘Jesus, no. Don’t you think I would have told you something like that right off the bat?’

  I closed my eyes for a moment, relief flooding in. I’d missed seeing him the last couple of days, my mind so filled with life and death of another kind. For once, his condition had failed to fill my every waking minute. So, now – alongside the relief – guilt came crashing in over the top like a freak wave.

  Am I leaving him behind? Is it starting already?

  Unbidden, unwelcome, I felt the burn of tears behind my eyelids and my ears were filled with a roaring so fierce I didn’t hear Parker cross the floor between us until he took hold of my arms.