THE SUPER WAS nowhere to be found. The closest occupants to the basement were in a crack house on the second floor, but to no one’s surprise, the strung-out inhabitants hadn’t noticed anything.
I was happy for the cold rain now as I climbed out of that hot pit. I needed something to wash the smell of death from my clothes, off my skin.
Despite our attempts to keep things under wraps, I spotted the police reporter from the Post standing behind the police tape among the half dozen Briggs Avenue drug dealers. Once the word was out, reporters and producers would pounce on Briggs Avenue like sharks on chum. A billionaire’s kid getting kidnapped and ritually murdered wasn’t just news, it was the next news cycle.
I headed for my car when I spotted the first news van. Media storms were like real ones, I’d found. The only way to truly withstand them was to evacuate immediately.
Emily was coming out of the corner bodega as I got to the car. She took the items from the bag as I cranked the heat in the front seat. Paper towels and a couple of cans of Coke.
“They didn’t have any Scotch, but at least it’s full sugar,” she said, handing me one.
I put the cold can to the back of my neck before I crunched it open.
“Full sugar,” I said. “I just might have to tell your supervisor about you, Emily Parker. Not for nothing, but you were great in there. You know your way around a body. I thought you were just a kidnapping expert.”
“I did time in the Behavioral Analysis Unit as a profiler,” she said offhandedly. “Lucky me, huh?”
I watched her rub her hair with a wad of paper towels. It was the color of black cherry soda where it was wet along the nape of her neck, I suddenly noticed.
She paused as the ME’s techs brought out Jacob in a plastic bag. They slid him into the back of the beat-up Bronx County Medical Examiner’s van parked beside our Impala.
“I lost four,” Emily said, staring out the rain-streaked windshield.
“What are you talking about?”
“Dunning was so impressed that I had found three, but nobody told him that I lost four,” she said, looking into my eyes. “Actually, five now,” she added.
I lifted my soda and took a sip. It wasn’t black cherry, which I had a distinct pang for all of a sudden, but the sugar rush would have to do.
“Three for seven,” I said. “That’s great. If this were baseball, you’d be Ted Williams.”
“This isn’t baseball, though, is it?” Emily said after a moment.
I took another sip of my Coke and dropped the transmission into reverse to let the death van out.
“You’re right,” I said as we bumped off the sidewalk onto the wet street. “There’s no crying in baseball.”
Chapter 15
IT WAS DARK by the time we rolled across the Madison Avenue Bridge and safely back into Manhattan.
Along the way, Emily had called her Bureau boss and dropped the bad news. Then she made another call to what I assumed was her family. It sounded like she was talking to a little kid.
Then and only then did I check her hand for a ring. Yes, men are that dumb. At least I am. There was no ring, which meant what? Maybe she didn’t wear one at work. I shouldn’t get my hopes up. Was I getting them up? I guessed I was.
As I drove, I called the TARU tech for an update about the phone leads. They’d actually made some headway. The phone numbers recorded at the Dunnings’ and the ones to my cell phone were from prepaid cells bought at three different locations in Queens, Manhattan, and Five Towns out on Long Island. Precinct detectives were being sent to interview the salesmen to see if they remembered anything about the purchaser.
My next call back to the Crime Scene guys was less promising. There were no bullet casings or fingerprints anywhere. Our guy had even had the presence of mind to take the piece of chalk he’d used to write the message.
All in all, this animal who’d killed Jacob had been calculated, methodical, and very careful. All negatives from where we sat. I still couldn’t get his perfectly inflected PBS voice out of my head.
We were on Fifth Avenue just passing Central Park North when I looked up. I was supposed to drop Emily off at the Hilton near Rockefeller Center, but I decided I couldn’t wait any longer. The suspense was killing me about my kids’ game. If Seamus had shown me up in the coaching department, I didn’t know if I’d be able to live it down.
Emily looked confused as I stopped in front of my building on West End.
“I need to stop at my apartment for a second. I have to, uh, see about something. You want to wait in the car—or what the hell, come up. I’ll get you an umbrella and a real Scotch if you need one. I know I do.”
Chapter 16