Orthodox population has been growing lately. It's upscale, quiet, and, most important for them, geographically a confined space.'
Mike nodded thoughtfully, as if he'd never heard this before, as if Poppy Bellaqua, who'd worked with him on several occasions, didn't know perfectly well where he came from.
'This neighborhood is bounded by the Henry Hudson Parkway and the Hudson River, from as far south as Spuyten Duyvil and up to the Two-forties. The synagogue is up on the parkway, Independence Avenue. You were there yesterday. Yes, thank you.'
A very good-looking Latina, young, with about a ton of curly black hair and a red jacket, came in carrying a loaded cardboard tray.
'Right here.' Bellaqua patted a space on her desk. 'Detective Linda Perez, Sergeant Woo, Lieutenant Sanchez,' she did the honors.
'Nice to know you.' Detective Perez put the tray down. Three coffees in blue mugs, white-lettered with
a bakery box of assorted Dunkin' Donuts. A container of milk and a pile of sugar packets, both regular and Sweet 'n Low. Napkins, white plastic spoons.
The inspector examined it quickly. 'Thank you, Linda. Go ahead, take,' to Mike and April.
She grabbed a mug herself, passed on the container of milk, the sugars, and the doughnuts.
April thought. 'You got everything you need here, Mike, April?' she asked.
Mike reached for a jelly doughnut. April hesitated. Bellaqua stared at her until she selected one, then waited for them to flavor their coffees before she went on.
'Okay, so they own a lot of real estate in the area and have become something of a political force out there.' The inspector paused to swallow some black coffee, grimacing only a little.
'This is what we know so far. They're Orthodox. Tovah just celebrated her eighteenth birthday two months ago. According to the custom, this was an arranged marriage.' Bellaqua paused for effect.
'Wow.' April put down her half-eaten doughnut, glanced at Mike again.
'Not an everyday situation, right?' Bellaqua tapped her cheek.
'I can see how it would be a parent's dream,' Mike tossed back, clearly referring to April's parents.
'Not many can pull it off these days, though. And something went very wrong here. Who knows, this may be a family thing. It may not be. We're going to have to use our common sense here, go at it several ways. Frankly, they pulled me in on this; but I don't see the profile of a hate crime. I'm sure you've talked about this between you. April, you were on the scene yesterday, any preliminary thoughts?'
'I'm not an expert on bias cases,' April murmured. She was way behind the curve on this.
'Well, it may not be a bias case. We'll break it down this way. My people will take the bias angle. We'll canvass the neighborhood. Mike, you and April can start with the families and see what we can come up with there. Finish your doughnut,' she directed April.
April took another bite.
Her hostess duties satisfied, Bellaqua went on. 'You may want to do some research on customs and practices. But here's the general background the way I understand it. This community is real tight. They keep the boys and girls apart. Marry them young before they have a chance to fool around. They don't go for sex out of marriage. This was confirmed in the prelim report. Tovah was a virgin.'
This Mike had reported. Always fast with the sex details. April took out her notebook and pen.
'So the way it works is the mothers do the matching themselves when the kids graduate high school. The girls' mothers put out the word their daughters are looking and what they're looking for. The boys' mothers show interest. Both sides have lists of potential candidates. Let me tell you, the background checks are very detailed. If a boy gets into trouble being rebellious at camp or not saying his prayers, it goes on his record that he's a delinquent and it affects his marriage prospects. Same with the girls. They're watched and gossiped about.' Bellaqua did not smile. This was no joke.
'It's very serious business to them and well organized. The kids all have blood tests but don't know what's up until their mothers tell them there's somebody for them to meet. Tovah and Schmuel went through this process two months ago and became engaged almost immediately. Maybe someone was against the match.' Bellaqua shrugged.
'Had they dated anyone else before they met?' April asked.
'Schmuel apparently rejected two candidates before he met Tovah. That means he went out with each one once and told his mother no. Tovah had never been out with a boy before. That's their claim.'
'But surely she knew other boys from school....'
'She went to a girls' school, did not go to camp.' Bellaqua shrugged again. 'The Schoenfelds live in a house on Alderbrook Road, very nice. I've got a background check going on them.'
'Let's return to the bias question for a moment,' Mike said. 'Has there been any anti-Semitic activity in the area? Any property complaints?' He licked a dusting of powdered sugar off his fingers.
The inspector nodded. 'Nothing stands out here. In a typical hate crime profile there would be plenty of signs, cases of property damage. Swastikas, slashed tires, broken windows, that kind of thing. Perpetrators of hate crimes use terrorist tactics to isolate people, make them afraid to go out. Have another, please.' Bellaqua waved at the doughnuts.
'No, no, thanks. One was great.'
'We had a case of a hit-and-run not too long ago. African-American girl was hit by a van filled with Hasidic schoolboys out in Brooklyn. At first it looked like a prejudice thing. Unfortunately, the girl died of her injuries.' Bellaqua shook her head, then went on.
'We investigated. Turns out the van didn't stop to help her because it was against their code of ethics to touch or have eye contact with a non-family member female. You may have heard about it. The case inspired a lot of anti-Semitic feeling. We had complaints from both sides about harassment, assault, and property damage arising from it. What we're talking about in Riverdale is not that extreme. It's an Orthodox community that doesn't mix, but is not ultra-Orthodox like the Hasidim. You'll see. Anything else?'
April thawed a little. 'Thanks for breakfast.'
'Oh, and you'll be working out of the Five-oh. They'll take the statements of the various vendors, caterers, etc. You'll want to work closely with them.
Follow up on everything. Could be somebody who serviced the wedding. You never know. Push it. Keep in touch. We've got to nail this guy fast.' The interview was over.
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y a little after ten April and Mike were on the Major Deegan, heading up to the Bronx. Mike found his voice and was finally talking freely. He told April about the Schoenfelds' agonized vigil at the medical examiner's office during Tovah's autopsy. He described his own feelings seeing Tovah on the autopsy table in her bloody wedding gown that spilled off the metal table onto the floor. She was photographed clothed to show where the bullets had entered her body through her clothing, then naked with the bullet holes in her back. The dress had been difficult for the attendants to manage because there was so much of it. In spots the blood was still wet on the heavy silk and lace. The gown was a ruin, slashed open from neck to knee. But the small holes in the back, with a minimal amount of blood edging them, showed clearly where on her body the bullets had entered. Only from the back, it turned out. Her front and back were photographed and then the attendants removed all of her articles of clothing and bagged them. The bridal gown, white lace bra and panties, white panty hose.
Six people were in the cold room, all suited up from head to toe, all wearing respirators, nobody making small talk. April knew Mike was usually cool in autopsies no matter how frightful the condition of the corpse. She was surprised to hear him admit that this time he'd almost puked.
'A hollow-point chewed up her heart and lungs like hamburger meat,' he said, then got quiet thinking about it.
Not that he and April hadn't seen these horrors many times before. Hollow-point bullets left small holes where they entered the body, and exploded on impact like bursting bombs once they got inside. Usually they lodged in their victims and didn't exit at all. Hollow-points caused the worst damage and were the bullets cops feared most from guns out on the street. For the second time April was glad she hadn't been there to see Tovah's body, as Mike
