Goldman told me.
“I didn’t know that.” Let her talk. Let her tell me any bizarre imagining that popped into her twisted brain.
“I’m not surprised he didn’t tell you that. That’s what got him in trouble with his wife.”
That and the thirty-six other women he had probably screwed behind her back.
“I know he felt terrible when the police arrested you in L.A.” I said. Find out why that didn’t make her turn against him. It’s hard to believe anybody sane wouldn’t give up after that.
“That wasn’t his fault, Alex. Didn’t he tell you that? His wife was insanely jealous. Every time he saw me at a rally or a cocktail party, the minute he wanted to make his way across a room to me, his miserable wife would get one of his aides to stop him. You were much luckier he finally got smart enough to get rid of her before he moved to New York. She was the reason I was in jail until the end of the summer. They arrested me because she complained that I was harassing her.
That explains a lot. No wonder Jed never mentioned anybody bothering him here, in New York, when we started dating in June. There was no interference from Goldman, that I was aware of, as of the last week. But obviously, her approach to me which started before Isabella’s death was a pivotal part of it. I had never even asked Jed the name of the California stalker. It hadn’t seemed relevant.
Goldman kneeled in front of me again.
“What else did Jed tell you about me, anything?”
Maybe this is part of my lifeline. Enough about you, Goldman must be thinking, now let’s hear what Jed thinks about me. Use your imagination, Cooper. Fill her with whatever will fuel her fantasies of life with Segal. Keep talking to her.
“Well, yes, Ellen. You must know that what we had is over, ended. Maybe that’s why he was talking about you so-‘ ”Don’t lie to me, Alex, you know it wasn’t over.“
“But for me it is, I swear to you. I can talk to him about you, I can arrange for you to be with him.” You two creeps really deserve each other, I thought. I’ll even spring for the hotel room just let me out of this deathtrap alive, please.
Why did Ellen Goldman think it wasn’t over with me and Segal? She knew about Jed and Isabella. She must have thought I would break up with him once I found out about it, too. Didn’t she kill Isabella because that temptress, that irresistible goddess, stood in the way of her reunion with Jed? I wanted to remind her of that, to give my breakup with Jed more credence. And yet I didn’t want to make her think of Iz the rational part of her must have some consciousness of guilt for shooting another human being to death.
I tried it out on her gently.
“I – I broke up with Jed this week, Ellen. I’m not going to see him anymore.”
“That’s what you say tonight, but I’ve heard him talk to you, I’ve heard him beg you,” she sneered at me.
Where? I thought. What could she have heard?
She went on.
“You still got in his car, didn’t you?
Accepted his flowers?“
The same observations that “Dr‘ Cordelia Jeffers made in the letter that arrived today. Were those letters also a device of Goldman’s?
“No, Ellen I’ve ended the whole goddamn thing. It was much too painful for me. I don’t want to be with Jed Segal and he isn’t begging me to come back to him, I swear to you.”
“I’m the one who knows exactly what he’s up to, and you’ll fall for it sooner or later. You’ll take him back, too, now that your competition Isabella Lascar is out of the way. I know you won’t throw away everything he offers you. I’m sick of his pleading with you.”
“Don’t believe him, Ellen,” if she’s really spoken with Jed, I thought. Maybe he’s told her, like he’s told Joan and Mike that he has tried to reach me.
“He’s telling people he’s begging me, but I swear to you that he hasn’t said a word to me.”
“That’s because I’ve been picking up those messages, Alex. I know how he feels about you, and you’ll give in eventually.”
“You’ve been picking up my messages?” My face distorted itself in puzzlement, as I looked over at Ellen, not believing what she had just said.
“You couldn’t possibly have-‘ She interrupted and seemed pleased to carry forward this part of the dialogue an opportunity, it was dawning on me, to tell me how much smarter she was than I. My hands twisted and turned against the cord on my wrists as she showed off her superior intelligence, but it didn’t feel as though I was making any progress.
She fixed her gaze on me.
“Did you know Lascar had a Filofax, you know, a date book and address directory?”
“Yes, I did.” Iz’s bible.
“Well, I guess the stupid cops never knew it. At least, I never read that it was stolen, in any of the newspaper accounts of her death,” Goldman said.
That’s because one of the smart things we do is to keep a few critical details away from reporters so we know when we’re talking to the real culprit, Ellen. I knew about its disappearance before anyone else did, but it certainly hadn’t been in the papers.
“No, I never read about that either. Was it with her, in my house?”
“No. It was right in her tote, on the front seat of her car.
And now I’ve got it.“
I am looking at a woman who could kill a person she thought was in the way of her love object, and then step up to the bloodied murder scene and reach her hand in to remove a diary from the car seat next to the warm body. I shivered at the reminder that I was being confronted by a professionally trained killer, who had learned her trade for a good cause and had thereafter been hideously derailed.
“Why did you want the Filofax, Ellen?”
“You know as well as I do that it would have every number and every detail I wanted. Most women keep their lives recorded that way these days phones, faxes, birthdays, anniversaries, shoe sizes, maitre ds, unlisted information. I knew she’d have numbers for Jed and for you private lines, home phones, apartment locations things I’d never be able to get from public directories for months. It was just an afterthought, but it was too good to walk away from.”
“Iz had all my numbers, of course, but she didn’t have my answering machine code.” I hoped I wasn’t risking an outburst by challenging Goldman, but this bit about the messages had me upside down. What was she talking about?
“I couldn’t convince Jed how smart I was all those months. Maybe this will help him see it. You can’t figure out how to pick up a message on somebody’s machine? Ha.
Wait’ll I tell him.“
I was barely computer literate and completely mechanically dysfunctional. But I had never had a reason to give anyone else the code to pick up my messages.
Goldman loved to display her cleverness.
“Once I had Lascar’s Filofax, the rest was easy. All these machines are the same. People like you only buy one or two models.
You’re like Jed totally name brand, top of the line.
You’re Sony, Panasonic the expensive models. Look at you once and it’s obvious you’re too materialistic to buy a discount, no-name item. That’s just a guess, but it didn’t fail me.
“Then you look at the instruction book for how they do the remote pickup. They’re all basically alike. That’s how I used to get all Jed’s messages, from his campaign office in California. That’s how I knew he was going to the Vineyard. Press three-three to see if there are messages. Press two-two-two to see if there are messages. Press seven-seven to see if there are messages. Try it a couple of times and you can figure out what brand of machine you’re dealing with.
His headquarters was a Sony. So is your apartment. Jed’s is a Panasonic.“ Ellen Goldman was puffing now, standing as though she needed to stretch her legs, and pleased with the demonstration she was giving me.
“I do have a Sony, you’re right, but-‘ ”I know I’m right.“
“There’s also a personal code you need to program in.
