Ziv put his arm over Ewa’s shoulder, which only made her tear up again.
‘Please go on, Ewa,’ I pleaded. ‘Every moment we wait puts another life at risk.’
‘After I found out what happened to Adam,’ she resumed, ‘I remembered seeing his birthmarks once, when Stefa was getting him dressed for school. To think that my father might have been responsible… A black terror took hold of me.’
Ewa gazed down into her guilt. ‘On the morning of Stefa’s funeral, I finally confronted my father. At first he lied and said he hadn’t spoken to your nephew, but then, when I threatened that he’d never see Helena again if he didn’t tell me the truth, he admitted that he’d suggested to Adam that he go visit the photographer on Krakowskie Przedmiescie – but only when he was still under the belief that his friend was innocent. Papa promised me he’d never tell another child about the photographs – and that he’d never speak to his friend again. That’s why I didn’t go to you or the police. I should have. I know that now. I’m sorry, Dr Cohen.’ She turned to Ziv and squeezed his hand. ‘And I’m sorry for risking your life,’ she told him. ‘It’s my fault that you were almost killed.’
‘It’s all right,’ Ziv told her. ‘I’m fine now. And you were just trying to protect Helena and your father.’
Ewa shook her head as if he was too kind to her. Turning back to me, she said, ‘After Stefa died, I couldn’t face you. I’m sorry. And Papa… I couldn’t entirely trust him, so I told him I no longer wanted his help in getting insulin. But it was hard to find another regular supplier, and Helena went into shock and nearly died. So Papa began helping me again – though he promised he wouldn’t get insulin from his friend any more. He has another source now – a good, reliable source.’
‘No, that can’t be true,’ I told her. ‘And I think your father has lied to you all along.’
‘What makes you say that?’
‘Another boy was murdered more recently,’ I told her coldly, wishing she’d come to me sooner. ‘He was murdered after Stefa’s death, and skin around his hip was sliced away.’
She shook her head disbelievingly. ‘Which boy was killed?’
I held up the Virgin Mary pendant. ‘The owner of this,’ I told her. ‘His name was Georg – Rowy or Ziv must have recruited him for the chorus. He juggled socks and sang old Yiddish songs.’
‘It wasn’t me,’ Ziv told me urgently. ‘Dr Cohen, you have to believe me. Rowy must have found him.’
‘I believe you,’ I replied. ‘I’m sorry for ever doubting you. And I should never have put you through this.’
‘It’s all right, I understand,’ he said, smiling sweetly.
I’d nearly killed him, and he smiled at me as if our friendship was stronger than ever.
‘Ewa, your father must have decided that he couldn’t risk Helena going into diabetic shock again. He’s still sending kids to his photographer friend.’
‘No, he swore to me he wouldn’t do that!’ she replied, moaning.
‘There are other things you should know about your father,’ I told her bitterly. ‘He must have realized I was close to learning what he’d done, so he paid someone to shoot me. But he didn’t know that new tenants were sleeping in my room. So the killer shot the wrong man.’
‘It doesn’t seem-’
‘Possible?’ I cut in harshly. ‘Don’t you see? He’ll do anything to keep Helena and you alive – and to keep from being caught. He’s even tried to frame Rowy and Ziv – he didn’t care which one. He left Georg’s pendant here, and I’ll bet he left Anna’s pearl earrings with Rowy. Ziv says he noticed the Virgin Mary pendant two days ago, which means your father has known for at least that long who my main suspects were. Though I don’t know how.’
‘Maybe I let something slip at Stefa’s funeral,’ Izzy observed apologetically.
‘It could just as easily have been me,’ I told him. ‘And just before we came here, your father brought me a note – a threat that he said he’d received. The note said that if he ever revealed anything about the murderer, he’d never see Helena again. That was part of his plan to shift the blame. He even implied that he was being followed by the same man who had tried to shoot me.’
‘I don’t understand,’ she replied. ‘Who was the note from?’
‘He led us to believe that it was from Rowy, but it wasn’t. Your father wrote it himself.’ I turned to Ziv. ‘Once he realized I suspected you as well as Rowy, he cleverly revealed that you’d told him you needed extra money to send to your mother outside the Lodz? ghetto. He let that slip as though he didn’t understand the implication. The perfect touch was letting Izzy and me jump to the obvious conclusion about you.’
‘So you thought I needed a lot of extra cash,’ Ziv observed.
‘Yes, and that you had a contact outside the ghetto helping you get it to your mother.’
‘Which is why we came here,’ Izzy told him. ‘To search for evidence of who you were working with outside the ghetto.’
‘But my mother died a month before I came to Warsaw,’ the boy insisted, as if righting an injustice. ‘I never told Dr Tengmann that she was alive. I promise.’
‘So she’s not hiding in Lodz?’
‘If she had found a place to hide, why wouldn’t I be with her? Or at least be hiding elsewhere in Lodz, where I could be nearer to her.’
‘But can you prove she’s dead?’ I challenged him.
‘Why would I have to?’
‘Because if Ewa hadn’t told me the truth, it would have been your word against her father’s. I would have believed him, and you, Ziv… you’d be dead.’
The boy gazed down and smiled fleetingly, as if in admiration of Mikael’s strategy. Looking up, he said excitedly, ‘You sent me that note, didn’t you, Dr Cohen? You wanted me to go to the Leszno Street gate!’
‘Yes, we were trying to trap the killer, but no one showed up.’
‘So Ewa’s father must have known that your note was a trick, but how?’
‘Because he knew that the German he was working with wasn’t in Warsaw and couldn’t have sent him that note.’ I turned to Izzy. ‘He knew that Lanik was out of town. They must have found a way to communicate with each other fairly regularly. Maybe Mikael has access to a working phone.’ To Ewa, I said, ‘Your father must have had someone leave Georg’s pendant here secretly. He knew that when Izzy and I came here, we’d be sure to find the evidence we were looking for. He improvises well.’
‘If that’s true, then who left it here?’ the young woman asked.
‘Your father must have had a copy made of the key to the bakery and could have paid a streetkid to leave the pendant under Ziv’s door.’
‘But it wasn’t left under my door,’ Ziv told me. ‘I found it under my pillow. It had to be someone with the key to my bedroom, or a person I let in.’ His eyes opened wide with astonishment. ‘It must have been one of my chess students.’
‘Are you teaching anyone who knows Ewa’s father?’
‘That woman who came for her first lesson two days ago – Karina.’
‘Who’s Karina?’ I asked.
Ewa replied for Ziv. ‘She and my father… They’ve been seeing each other since late November.’
Izzy understood before me. ‘Describe Karina,’ he requested of Ewa.
‘Pretty, in her fifties, with silver hair and…’
‘Enough!’ I said, angry at myself; I didn’t need to hear more; Melka – whose real name I now knew – had told Mikael who my suspects were. I had to give her credit; she’d convinced me that she was hardly paying attention to all that I’d revealed to her after we’d shared her bed.
Mikael had used my vanity against me. He must have even told her to offer me a sugar crystal for my tea. He was a coldly observant and resourceful man.
‘We’ve got to go,’ I told Izzy.
Ewa jumped up and reached for my arm. ‘What’ll you do to my father?’ she asked, terrified.
CHAPTER 27
Could I kill Mikael? I wasn’t sure. So Izzy and I spoke instead of how we’d murder Lanik. He sat on Stefa’s bed, curled over his angry ideas, and I stood by the window, cooler, but also more perverse – Mr Hyde creeping through the underbrush of his mind.
