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that did nothing to calm me. I picked up my cell phone, Jake's spare set of
keys, the forty-seven dollars cash I had left until I hit the ATM in the
morning, and I stuffed them in my shoulder bag. I had to get out of the
apartment before my temper exploded. And I needed to find out who the dead
woman might be.
Jake was still in the den when I put on my coat and walked out to the
elevator.
I pushed the revolving door open before the doorman could get to his feet and
reach out for it. A fine layer of sleet was falling as I turned the corner and
tried to find a coffee shop where I could make some calls to local precincts
to see whether any relatives or friends had reported a missing female in the
past twenty-four hours.
After going three blocks, it was apparent that nothing in the area was open
after eleven o'clock on a Sunday evening. Although I was less than five
minutes from my own apartment, I knew it was foolish to go there. I did not
want to risk an encounter with the unstable, stalking complainant, Shirley
Denzig, and I had not received word that the window had been repaired.
I reached inside my coat and lifted my beeper when I felt it vibrating on my
waistband. I held it up under the streetlight and saw it display Jake's
number. I replaced it, tightened the collar of my coat, raised it against the
sleet, and crossed the street.
If I walked another few blocks north, I would reach the Nineteenth Precinct
station house on Sixty-seventh Street. If I went east instead, I could get to
Mike's building just as quickly. He knew every homicide detective in a
fifty-mile radius of the city. We could sit in his tiny studio apartment,
which he had long ago nicknamed The Coffin, making calls all night if need be
until we figured out who this killer was and locked him up before he fled the
country.
I picked up my pace as I headed east to York Avenue. A coat of ice was forming
on the sidewalks and streets and I took care not to slip as I walked briskly
along. The only people outside were those who needed to be there. Dog walkers
out for the last effort of the evening, hospital workers heading for the
midnight shift at Cornell Medical Center, and the occasional homeless person
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huddled in a storefront or alleyway.
When I reached the entrance to the old tenement that stood dwarfed amid the
surrounding high-rise condos and upscale restaurants, I opened the outer door,
shook the drops off my sleeves, and looked for the buzzer to Mike's apartment.
It was marked with the number of his gold detective's shield rather than his
name. As the beeper on my waistband went off a second time, I continued to
ignore it and pressed the doorbell.
The several seconds it took for Mike's voice to come over the intercom seemed
like an hour.
"Yeah?"
"I've got a problem. It's Alex. Buzz me in?"
The brass handle yielded to my grip as the signal to unlock it sounded in the
small lobby. I grabbed at the banister in the dingy hallway and jogged up the
staircase, flight after flight, to the fifth floor of the narrow building. I
was huffing and puffing when I got to the landing and stopped to catch my
breath.
I could hear Mike unlatch the dead bolt. He cracked the door about a foot wide
and stood in the opening, his chest bare and a towel wrapped around him and
knotted at his waist.
"Sorry, it never occurred to me you'd be asleep at this hour." I walked toward
the door, expecting him to let me in. "Don't be modest, Mikey. I won't rip it
off you. That could be the first thing I've had to laugh about all evening."
I reached my arm out to push at the door. I assumed he thought I'd want him to
get dressed before I came into the small room. He held his ground as he gave
me a once-over, as though looking from head to toe for an injury. "You okay?"
"Cold and wet. And furious. You've got to help me."
I brushed past him and stepped over the threshold as he started to speak.
"Alex, just give me a minute to "
I gasped as I stood beside him. There was a woman asleep in his bed, and I
cringed as I realized how rude I had been to burst in and impose on his
friendship so abruptly.
I put my right hand up in front of my face and tried to whisper an apology.
"I'm mortified," I said, fighting off tears and backing out of the doorway.
"It was so inconsiderate of me to rush up here without calling."
He grabbed for my wrist as I pulled away and turned toward the staircase.
"Alex, don't be ridiculous. I just want to "
"I'll call you in the morning," I said over my shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm on
my way to Jake's. I'm fine." I was flying down the steps, calling up to him
from two flights below. There was no way I'd go back to Jake's apartment now,
but I didn't want Mike to worry about me heading for my own place. I ignored
Mike's shouts to me to slow down and stop, and instead was planning the most
direct route to the station house to get someone in the squad to help me.
There was very little traffic on the slick street so I dismissed the traffic
light and dashed across York Avenue, moving west. If Mike had been dressed, I
knew he would have been chasing me by now, so I broke into a trot and started
running, in case he even thought about putting clothes on to follow me.
My mind was short-circuiting with irrelevancies. What would he do when he
called Jake's apartment in five minutes and learned that I hadn't returned
there? Maybe I should just suck up what had happened and go back to confront
Jake, call the police in his presence. But if he objected to my doing so, I
would be forced to walk out on him again anyway. Who was the woman in Mike's
apartment, I wondered, and why had he been so closemouthed about her? And how
sorry I felt for her to have this madwoman burst in on her in her boyfriend s
home at a most unsuitable time for a house call.
I stood on the corner of First Avenue to wait for a bus to pass, panting as I
came to a halt. Maybe she slept through the whole thing, I thought to myself.
And what would he say to explain the situation to her if she had not?
I reached the curb on the far side of the street and practically lost my
balance as I stepped on a slippery patch of black ice. Calm down, I tried to
urge myself. Just a few blocks more and I could sit in the detectives' squad
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room making my calls, warm and secure.
Footsteps smacked at the pavement off in the distance behind me. Some other
fool was out on this miserable night. I spun around to make sure that it was
not Chapman coming after me, but saw only the dark figure of a man crossing
the avenue against the traffic. If it were Mike, he would have called out to
me by this point, and I assured myself that I would have stopped and explained
to him the reason for my untimely visit.
I started loping along again, wiping the freezing rain from my eyelids and
ducking my head to avoid the wind.
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