Kolinsky shrugged. “He had on cap.”
“Anything about the way he moved?”
“Like he’s not supposed to be there. That’s why I noticed him in the first place. I have an eye for such things.” Kolinsky looked back up at his balcony. “King’s knight,” he said.
“Pardon?”
“I need to get back so I can counter the move of the Vancouver idiot.”
“Certainly,” Beam said.
He thanked Kolinsky for his help, then watched him cross the street and enter his building.
“Sounds like he saw the cop who was at Knee High’s murder,” Nell said.
“Someone who looked like him, anyway,” Beam said.
Nell and Looper stared at Beam. “If he wore the jacket to conceal the bulk of a sound suppressor,” Beam said, “he didn’t use it. Kolinsky heard the shot from across the street.”
“Might have been something else,” Looper said. “Something not related to the murder. Backfire, somebody hitting something with a board or hammer. This is a noisy neighborhood that time of day.”
“Kolinsky’s a good witness,” Nell said. “I’m sure he’s heard gunfire before and knows what it sounds like. And there’s corroboration. Two tenants on the first floor of Aimes’s building also heard what might have been a shot, at about the same time Kolinsky heard it.”
“Which would be about the time Aimes died,” Beam said.
“Maybe Kolinksy just saw one of the uniforms we’ve got patrolling around here,” Looper said.
“I checked,” Nell said. “None of them were on the block at the time, and nobody was wearing a jacket.”
“Maybe the guy Kolinsky saw wasn’t a cop,” Looper said. “A delivery man, maybe.”
“Lots of maybes about this one,” Beam said.
“But at least we’ve got a witness who saw and heard something,” Nell said.
“There is that,” Beam said. “Even if we don’t understand it.”
“Yet,” Nell said, under her breath.
66
An hour later, in da Vinci’s office, Kolinsky’s name came up again.
Beam, Nell, and Looper were there, along with Helen. It seemed to Beam that the profiler was always in da Vinci’s office these days. He appeared to be relying more and more on her.
“Somebody must have seen you three talking to Kolinsky in the street and found out where he lived,” da Vinci said. “The man doesn’t mind talking to the press anymore than to the police. I got a call a few minutes ago from the Post, wanting to verify that we now suspect the Justice Killer is a cop.” He looked at his three detectives. “You should have conducted that interview indoors.”
“They still would have gotten to him,” Beam said, protecting Nell. “And when he isn’t playing chess, Kolinsky likes to talk.”
“The media’s gonna be in swarm mode,” da Vinci said. “Hell of a story, a cop who’s also the Justice Killer.” He looked over at Helen, who was seated slightly sideways in a chair and resting her chin on her fist.
“The odds are still against him being a cop,” she said.
“This is a killer who figures screw the odds,” da Vinci said. “Maybe one that’s smarter than the cops trying to chase him down.”
“That’s what he wants you to think,” said the imperturbable Helen. “He’s trying to pressure you.”
“He’s doing it.”
Beam thought da Vinci did look pressured. His hair was mussed, his eyes hollowed, and there was a slight razor cut on his chin, as if his hand had trembled while he was shaving this morning.
“And he feels pressured,” Helen said. “From within and without. At a certain point, he’ll want to be caught as badly as you want to catch him. Maybe more so.”
“Psychology bullshit,” da Vinci said.
Beam thought he was probably right. But Helen might be right about one thing: “There’s no guarantee the killer’s a real cop,” he said.
“Since when’s the media need a guarantee?” da Vinci asked.
“He’s got a point,” Helen said. “There’ll be more pressure applied by the press and pols and NYPD brass to stop the killings. Might as well be ready for it. And we’ll probably hear again from Adelaide Starr.”
“Unless she’s too busy writing her book,” da Vinci said.
“She’s probably got sample chapters by now,” Helen said. “Somewhere in them she’ll point out that the Justice Killer’s achieving his goal. Since the deaths of Cold Cat and Aimes, potential killers will know it won’t be only the courts weighing their guilt or innocence-or their punishment.”
“They already know it,” da Vinci said. “The assholes saying the city’s safer are right. Latest violent crime statistics, the murder rates, everything’s in free fall.” Jabbing a finger at stat sheets on his desk that he’d ordinarily be proud of, he looked mad enough that Beam thought he might actually spit. “If it weren’t for the Justice Killer, we’d hardly have any murders at all.”
“Put us all out of work,” Looper said.
Da Vinci gave him a black look. “Why don’t you go someplace and smoke a friggin’ cigarette.”
“Andy,” Helen said, “you’ve gotta take it easy, let things work for you. Remember, the killer’s feeling the same kind of heat you are.”
Beam was careful not to glance at da Vinci or Helen. Andy?
“I don’t think so,” da Vinci said. “Things seem to be going his way. The press, the public, they don’t want this sicko caught. They’re against us.”
“Bradley Aimes was part of the public,” Beam said.
“Who cares about that prick? He should’ve gotten the needle years ago. This killer’s doing what his name implies. He’s executing people who deserve it.”
“What about Cold Cat?”
“That was Knee High’s fault. And Knee High paid the price.”
“I’ve been thinking about the cop who was spotted at the crime scenes,” Looper said. “The jacket, the cap that doesn’t fit right. Maybe the officer has breasts. Maybe the cap’s too small or crooked because it has long hair tucked up under it.”
“You think the killer might be a woman?” Beam asked.
Da Vinci was looking at Looper with cautious contempt. That the Justice Killer might be female was something they hadn’t considered.
“Female cop?” Helen asked.
“Maybe, or a female civilian in a cop uniform.”
“Not much chance of it,” Helen said. “Serial killing is something women don’t do. Something cops don’t do. Not normally, anyway.”
“Who’s thinking about normal?” da Vinci said.
“All I’m saying,” Helen said, “is the odds are so long it’s not a hunch worth pursuing.”
“There really isn’t much evidence pointing that way,” Nell said.
Da Vinci grinned. “So the two women present agree.”
“What do you think?” Beam asked him.
“Helen’s right. As usual. And as usual, Looper’s-”
The desk phone buzzed. Beam thought it was a break for Looper.
“I know what that is,” da Vinci said, “only call I’m letting straight through.” He snatched up the receiver.
After a series of “yeahs” he said, “You’re sure?” Then he grunted and hung up.
“More bad news?” Beam asked, looking at his face.
“I ordered a rush on the Aimes postmortem,” da Vinci said, “told them to call me as soon as possible. That was Forensics.”
“And?”
