agency apart. You mentioned the excessive probing into the girls' lives. I'm wondering if this Anderson woman isn't manipulating delicate domestic situations, so she can move the nannies around to create more business for herself.'
Charlie nodded. 'It might be a Better Business issue. We can see if there are any complaints there.'
'And I want to see the hiring history of both the murdered women. We need names of every single person who has worked in those houses. We can widen it from there. The victims were close friends and shared many of the same sources. Maybe someone worked for both of them.'
'You mentioned before that they were users. What about their dealer?' Gelo said.
April shook her head. 'The trainer was dealing and sleeping with both of them. He loses both ways. The time frame isn't right for Derek, and he hasn't been out today. We'll keep on him. If they want to make something of that later. . . .' She shrugged. It wouldn't be their call.
'What about
'We'll let Minnow work on that angle. He needs to do something.'
They snickered, and April was sorry she'd said it.
'Remy and Lynn?' Charlie said.
'Lynn is a helpful witness. She told me Alison's wedding rings were missing.' She shook her head again, remembering Lynn's very real fear the moment she'd walked into the house after she returned from taking the girls to play school.
'But she took Alison's diamond bracelet,' Eloise said.
'Alison gave me a different story on that, so someone's lying. Let's see the file,' April asked.
Charlie went to get it. April sipped her tea.
Charlie returned in less than thirty seconds with the file. 'Here's the note about the bracelet.'
April reached for her own notebook and read the page where she'd written what Alison had told her about. a previous nanny's taking her bracelet and how Jo Ellen had convinced her to replace the girl with Lynn. As she spoke, a chill entered the room. She could feel it curl up from the floor and grab hold of the hairs on the back of her neck. For a long moment nobody moved. Then April reached for the phone and called Sergeant Minnow.
'Sergeant,' she said when he picked up his cell. 'It's April Woo Sanchez.'
'Hello, Lieutenant,' he said coolly. 'We're about to get started over here. Will you be joining us?'
'Yes, and we need to find a place to park Lynn and Remy where they can't be reached for a while.'
'We're already working on that. What's up?'
'I'll tell you when I get there.' She hung up and smiled apologetically at her team. 'You're going to have to give me the files. I'll take them over,' she said.
'I already made copies,' Charlie replied, and Eloise grimaced at another broken rule.
'Okay, everybody go home and get a good night's sleep and come back in the morning. Looks like you don't get your day off tomorrow.'
Nobody seemed the least bit surprised about that.
'And Woody, 1 want you to pick me up on First and Fifty-sixth Street at eight a.m. Good night, all.'
'Wait, you don't have your car. I'll drive you over there,' Woody said.
'Thanks.' She grabbed her purse and her jacket. She hadn't even been there an hour. On the way back across town, she left a message for the medical examiner. She wanted to know Alison's cause of death as soon as possible.
forty-three
The task force gave itself an informal name: Town House Killer. The p.m. meeting was j ammed. Every chair and desk corner was taken, and the tension was tremendous. April took a low profile in the back by the door, and Mike sat up front, near Sergeant Minnow. As the primary on the case, Minnow led the meeting. He was milking his role to the fullest, allowing the minutes to tick away as he slowly went through the reports. Detectives had begun canvassing people in the neighborhood, especially those with windows that overlooked the town houses below and the neighbors who lived on the two blocks where the murders occurred.
In the days to come, the search for witnesses would widen. Detectives and uniformed officers had been going through the bags of garbage left out on the street for pickup. The Crime Stoppers Unit had been out both days and its hotlines were flooded with hundreds of tips corning in. It would take days to process them. When the operations reports were concluded, - Minnow talked about where they were with the suspects. Wayne's life had become a media event for reporters. The cops were assembling the minutiae of his life for detailed examination. His affairs, expenses, and phone records, as well as his comings and goings in the last six months, were being analyzed to see if his habits had changed. His close associates were being questioned. He'd been interviewed again and didn't have anything new to add. His alibi for the time in question was strong, and his statement was being prepared. Andrew Perkins, whom Remy had reported as so cocky and sure advising his friend the day before, was now in such a state of shock from the murder of his wife that he could barely form a sentence. He and his little girls were under a doctor's care at his brother's home in New Jersey. At the time of his wife's murder, he'd been in a meeting at his office. Derek was off the hook for the murders, though he was being questioned in regard to the amount of money he'd received from the victims as well as the illegal substances he may have provided them. Furthermore, the personal phone, bank, and credit card records of Maddy and Alison were being examined for more insight and information about their last days. Everything took time.
The electrifying moments in the meeting came when April spoke about the contents of the Alison tapes, as well as Detective Hagedorn and Sergeant Gelo's visit to Jo Ellen Anderson at the Anderson Agency and the files of Lynn and Remy that had been taken from there. Although the two nannies were being looked at as strong suspects, Minnow hadn't listened to the interview of the second victim, nor had he sent anyone to the agency to get the histories of the suspects. So much for the helpfulness of her attempt at transparency. He was pretty pissed off.
Toward the end of the meeting, the DA was pressed for his opinion of the cases. April was glad that the veteran Ben was in attendance again. He pulled on his shirt collar as he thought about it. 'Who has a reason to want us to assume those girls did the unthinkable? That person is your killer. Maybe his goal is to hurt them.' He shrugged as a big argument ensued over that view. It wasn't much of a motive. Mike Sanchez listened, but didn't say a thing for over two hours.
At ten thirty, April left her car near the Seventeenth Precinct for the second night in a row and began the drive home with her husband. The meeting had been tough for her to take, as it must have been for Mike. She liked helping people, but had never had much tolerance for the organizational aspect of criminal investigations, especially when she wasn't the primary. No matter how carefully things were done, there were always mistakes. There were mistakes here. Something was being overlooked. She kept wondering, who left the short red hair in Alison's powder room? Not the maid who'd cleaned the house the day before. She'd made a point of asking Lynn about that.
'She's from Equador,' Lynn had said. 'Her hair is jet black.'
April had shown her Woody's photos. 'Do you know any of these people?' she asked.
Lynn picked out some faces of people she'd seen on the street many times but didn't really know. She pointed at the redhead and said, 'That's Leah. She's around a lot.'
'What's Leah's last name?'
Lynn shook her head. 'I don't know.'
'Where does she live?'
'Across the street somewhere.' She didn't add anything else on the subject.
April was working out of two places with two unconnected units, and had too many things roiling around in her head. While she was in the Seventeenth her thoughts were back at Midtown North, where Eloise was turning out to be a very smart detective. And Minnow made it very clear that he wanted her people out of the picture. But everybody needed their own people for comfort, and April was no exception. She had promised to play nice, but she didn't know if she could.
After the meeting had ended, she didn't want to leave the city. The killer was out there somewhere, and it made her nervous to think he (or she) was holed up somewhere, waiting for morning. She reminded herself that serial killers usually targeted people no one cared about, prostitutes and runaways—not high-life mothers who lived in expensive town houses. But everything about this was unusual. Remy and Lynn were being watched.
