“ Yes.”
“ What kind of medication was she on?”
“ Pain killers mostly. She died of inoperable cancer-the brain. That's what they told me.”
“ Who told you?”
“ Her doctors.”
“ And where was she getting medical assistance, Leon?”
He hesitated. “Why's that so important?”
She shrugged. “It could be very important. Why're you reluctant to talk about it?”
“ Momma never liked to accept charity, but our money was running out, and we were down to the apartment building, and she didn't want to lose that, so she went to the free clinic in the end. Her Medicare wasn't enough. I drove her to the free clinic when she needed more painkillers, until she couldn't even get out of bed.”
“ What's the name of this clinic, Leon, and where's it located?”
“ You can give blood there for money. It's called the Street Hospital on Fourth and Union, near Byrne Park, South Bronx. Good way's from home, but cheap.”
“ I'm sorry, Leon, for your loss.”
He looked blankly up at her.
“ Your mother, I mean.”
“ Oh… oh, yeah… It was bad.”
“ Now, I want you to be honest with me on the next question.”
“ All right.”
“ Leon, Leon, listen to me. Is there any other proof that you can present to us that will verify what you're saying, that you didn't act alone?”
He grinned and said, “Well, ma'am, I didn't take no pictures, but when I wrote my poem and called the radio show- and nearly got myself killed for it-I was trying to tell you about him.”
“ Leon, we've got proof that you fashioned the weapon where you used to work. Isn't that true?”
“ He tol' me what he wanted; gave me the exact details. He knew I could make them. Knew all about me the moment he showed up at Momma's funeral. He knew.”
“ Evidence, Leon, evidence. Do you have any proof?”
“ The other claw.”
“ What other claw?”
“ He had me make two claws, two right-handed ones.”
“ Two? Why two?”
“ Only the Claw knows that, but sometimes he'd make me wear one, so I could be more like him. Wanted me to eat on the women, too. Always at me to eat up.”
Jessica, fatigued and more confused than ever about what kind of basket case she sat across from, wanted to conclude the interview, but something in Leon's eye held her a moment longer. “What is it, Leon?”
“ You got to promise to keep him away from me, please.”
Gerald Ray Sims had made the same plea regarding Stainlype.
“ By all means, Mr. Helfer, we will do so, by all means,” she replied with clenched hands, knowing they'd been unable to do so in Sims' case.
At the door, she turned and asked him, “Leon, why did you let this other man do this to you? Why did you allow him to bully you and turn you into a killer and a cannibal?”
“ I ain't no cannibal, not really. He is… He's crazy for the organs. I… me, I mostly just bit and chewed a little… not much. It was him that did the real damage.”
“ Where did you bite the women, what parts of the body, Leon?”
“ Just the… the behinds…”
“ Come on. Where else?”
“ Throat sometimes when the Claw told me, but mostly the sex parts. I only swallowed flesh maybe twice and that was just so the Claw wouldn't get angry with me.”
“ But why… why'd you let him lead you to this?”
“ I was so…” He began to shiver and rattle in his chains. “I still am afraid. He could get me even here. He even came to me last night, appeared right outside my cell. He… he terrifies me.”
Unable to take any more of this little man, Jessica left with many, many questions still unresolved.
She returned to the NYPD headquarters to continue the search for the elusive Claw, because she still refused to believe that Leon Helfer, by himself, was capable of carrying out the various atrocities inflicted on the Claw's victims. She made her position clear to Alan, whom she forced to sit to listen to her.
“ I've heard all this,” Alan complained, “and Ames has interpreted his remarks as just the opposite-”
She pointed out Helfer's responses on the deaths of his dentist and his boss, and that Helfer's mother had been under medical care at a Bronx clinic known as Street Hospital.
He slapped down several files before her.
“ What're these?”
“ Didn't take much digging, once we hit on this angle, to learn that all the women were ill, some terminally so.”
“ That means you've discovered the first true link between the victims,” she said. “That's great.”
“ With the exception of Mrs. Phillips, they were all traveling far from their homes to that same clinic Helfer mentioned. Storefront operation, low overhead, cheap medicine, pro bono stuff, lots of starry-eyed interns doing their bit for the homeless and indigent.”
“ So who's on staff there regularly?”
“ No one who looks suspicious, but the average stay for a doctor is brief, and there's one, a Dr. Casadessus, who interests me.”
“ Have you talked to him?”
“ No, unable to locate. All information on him at the clinic was falsified.”
“ It's him. I know it. I can feel it. They must have some record of who's practicing-”
“ Hey, from the look of the place, they're just happy to have someone who can hold a scalpel right-end up.” She breathed deeply. “But you're not letting go?”
“ No, not at all. I don't like blatant coincidence in a murder investigation.”
“ Then it is a continuing investigation?”
“ Only so far as you and I know. The C.P. ordered it a closed case yesterday.”
“ Alan, it can't be mere coincidence alone that all these victims were getting their health care at the same place.”
“ Agreed,” he replied. “Now what about Simon Archer? How does he feel about your staying on, I mean?”
“ He isn't completely thrilled with the idea.”
“ Sounds good.” Alan's sarcasm made her frown.
They then kissed and parted, telling one another to be careful, Alan taking Lou Pierce with him to make additional discreet inquiries at the free clinic.
Jessica returned to the laboratories where she had worked alongside Darius. From time to time she saw Archer look up from his own work, his eyes penetrating the glass partitions between them, his reflection caught by a myriad of glass panes, making it appear as if he were on all sides of her. She continued to work through the forensic materials that had been placed at her disposal by the acknowledged new chief coroner of the city, Simon Archer.
While she worked over the leather glove claw, Jessica was haunted by the image of another deadly weapon. All during the chase for Matthew Matisak they'd had so much difficulty determining the exact nature of the weapon used by the killer. It had finally come down to a bastardized form of the trache-otomy tube through which the vampiristic Matisak drained the blood of his victims into canning jars which he put up for his leisure-time activities.
The Claw's terrible weapon, which Jessica now held in her hands, was weighty, the prongs trying to pull themselves from her grasp, until she pulled it over her gloved hand and tied off the thong that held it cinched to her, making her think of a falconer's harness for an osprey, a coverlet to protect the trainer's flesh from the bird's
