Josie shook her head. 'She keeps that very confidential.'
'Do you know where she is at the moment?' April asked.
'No.' Josie chewed on the inside of her mouth.
'Does she call you to let you know when she'll be here?' April asked with a raised eyebrow. 'Uh-uh.'
'Does she come in every day?' April was pulling teeth.
'Absolutely.' Josie knew the answer to that one and nodded vigorously.
'How about yesterday? What time did she come in?' She started doodling.
'Mmmm. Maybe nine thirty, ten. I'm not sure,' Josie said.
'What about the day before?'
She looked up at the ceiling, then at April's notebook. 'I don't remember,' she murmured apologetically.
'That's okay,' April assured her. 'Tell me about your job. What do you do here?'
'I get coffee. I run errands, take messages. I do background checks on new people,' she said slowly.
'Do you get Miss Anderson coffee when she comes in?'
'Yes, and a muffin.'
'Do you have to go outside for that?' April kept on.
'We have a coffee machine. I get the muffin on the way here. She's like the queen. She doesn't like to handle money,' the girl said with a sudden sparkle.
April smiled. She didn't like to handle money, either. 'You don't note the time when she comes in?'
'Well, if she's really late, 1 have to make another pot of coffee,' Josie said slowly.
'What about Monday? Was she late then?'
'Honestly, 1 don't know.'
'You said you take messages. Was there a message from Mrs. Wilson on Monday?'
'Not that 1 recall, but Miss Anderson can access the voice mail from outside. She sometimes does that early in the morning so she doesn't miss anything important.'
'Did you make a second pot of coffee on Monday?'
'Probably,' she admitted. 'She's been coming in late recently.'
'Josie, did you do a background check on Remy Banks and Lynn Papel?' April asked.
'That 1 do know. 1 don't work on the trouble girls.'
'What are the trouble girls?'
'Oh, my God.' She bit her lip. 'I don't know why 1 said that. 1 really don't know what 1 meant. Everybody here is great. We don't have problem people. We don't take them on. That's a rule. Can 1 go now? I'm really sorry.' She rose from the chair.
April's cell phone rang. She picked it up and walked over to the window. 'Woo Sanchez,' she said.
'You called last night. I'm calling you back. It's not good news about Alison Perkins.'
'Dr. Gloss, thank you for getting back to me,' April said, then quickly, 'What's the bad news?'
'I can't give you a definite COD at this time.'
'What do you mean 'at this time'? Is that something that is likely to change?' April said softly.
'Look, don't quote me, but there are no clear indicators like contusions on her neck, or a crushed hyoid, to point to strangling. The cause of death was, she stopped breathing. The exact reason an individual stops breathing is not always readily apparent. There can be contributing factors.'
'Like?'
'She was impaired in some way, intoxicated or drugged.'
'Is that what happened here?'
'Not exactly. My guess is that she was prevented from breathing. She might have been smothered, but sometimes you can't really tell what happened.'
April was speechless. 'But it wasn't a natural death-'
'No, not considering the position in which she was found, and the fact that she was washed with something like Mr. Clean. We're doing some tests to see what the cleanser was and if it was in the house. But you know in a court of law, you could have a defendant with a motive and even rubber gloves and disinfectant on his hands who you could prove was in the house at the time of death, and his lawyer could claim she was already dead when he cleaned her up. There's no law against washing a dead body.'
'That is bad news. What else did you find?' April stared out of the window.
'Oh, some deterioration in the nasal passages.
We don't have the toxicology reports back yet. Her liver was enlarged. She was heading for trouble on that score later on. The big surprise was she was pregnant. You'll want to check with her doctor on that. She may not have known it.'
Once again April was stunned. Alison was pregnant? She wasn't sure about the law in New York State about killing a fetus along with its mother, whether that would be ruled a double homicide. California had changed its statute on that after Laci Peterson's body was found. In any case, Alison's pregnancy raised the stakes for her killer. Three people were gone, not two.
'That's sad,' April said. 'I'll bet she didn't know it. I think she was high the day before she died. Dr. Gloss, I'm wondering about something that you said. You're guessing that she was smothered. What is your reason for supposing that?'
'Feathers. There was one in her hair and another in her mouth. Check her pillows. And don't ask me about the prelim on either of them. I need a few more days.'
'Thanks, I appreciate the call,' April told him.
'Well, I always enjoy working with you. Let's have lunch someday.'
'As soon as I can keep it down,' April murmured.
'What, are you pregnant, too, kid?'
'No way, just a touch of the flu,' she said, as she watched a large woman in a plastic raincoat run across Lexington, dodging oncoming cars with a kind of bravado not even seasoned New Yorkers attempted very often.
forty-eight
At ten, Eloise called Barry Queue on his cellphone to find out what was holding him up with the search warrant.
'I haven't gotten in yet. I'm waiting for a judge. I'll call you when I've got it,' he promised.
When he hadn't gotten back to her fifteen minutes later, she tried again. This time there was no answer on his phone. She figured he was in with the judge and couldn't pick up. After a debate with herself that lasted only a few seconds, she decided things were quiet enough for her to do a little investigating on her own and left her office to find Charlie. He wasn't at his computer, and she didn't want to wait for him. She rationalized that she shouldn't become too dependent on anyone so soon in a new job. She could take an hour to look around herself and prove she could fill the lieutenant's shoes. She told the secretary that she was going out and could be reached on her cell phone. 'I'll be back in an hour,' she promised.
'Where are you going in case the boss asks?'
'It was the rule to tell. Eloise was on her way out the door, hesitated, then continued as if she hadn't heard the question. It was a big mistake, one of many that she would make that day. When she got outside, the rain had stopped, and the traffic was still backed up. She couldn't tell whether the sky was clearing up or not and considered her options. If she took a car, she might get caught in midtown gridlock for an hour. She could walk a couple of miles across town or take the E train across to Fiftieth and Lex. Since she'd been told to stay put, it didn't seem like a good idea to leave a paper trail by signing a car out. Usually she would have a driver. No one went alone. She had a fleeting thought that she should return for Charlie, and let him sign out the car. But she didn't want to take the time.
She started walking and forgot about the subway option. A few minutes later she was crossing Broadway and wondering what she thought she was doing. Most of the corners in the city dipped into little valleys that quickly flooded when it rained. Her boots were water-resistant, not waterproof, and she questioned her choice of transportation. But she couldn't let wet feet abort her mission to catch a killer and show everyone in her life who'd ever thought blondes were dumb. By ten thirty she was on Fiftieth Street and First Avenue within sight of the
