completely uncooperative. Said that if I had Ivan locked up, she would never tell the true story in a courtroom. She had learned her lesson by trying to reunite with him, she assured me, and wasn't going to have anything further to do with him.'
'Guess he didn't get the picture.'
'He stalked Lola on and off. That's what led her to hide out in New Jersey, at her sister's house, sometime in the spring. She called me every now and then, after Ivan threatened her or when she thought she was being followed. But her sister got spooked- worried about her own safety-and brought Lola to the local prosecutors over there.'
'Let's go to the videotape,' Mike said, spinning my chair back to the television screen and hitting the sound button on the clicker. The film was rolling and the reporter's voice-over was providing the narrative. The scene appeared to be the same large suburban house, earlier in the day.
'… and you can see the white delivery van parked at the side of the road. The two men walked up the steps in front of the home, which is owned by Ms. Dakota's sister, carrying the cases of wine. When the professor opened the door and came outside to accept the gift bottles, both men put their packages on the ground. The one on the left presented a receipt that Dakota leaned over to sign, while the man on the right-there he goes now-pulled a revolver from beneath his jacket and fired five times, at point-blank range.'
I leaned forward and watched again as Lola clutched at her chest, her body pushed backward by the force of the impact. Her eyes opened wide for an instant, seeming to stare directly at the lens of the camera, before they closed, as she fell to the ground, blood oozing from her clothing onto the clean white cover provided by the preceding day's dusting of snow.
Then, the camera, held by a third accomplice in the van, zoomed in for a close-up, and the man seemed to lose control of the equipment as it apparently dropped from his fingers.
'When the killers played their tape for Ivan Kralovic in his office at noon today, after the Summit Police Department released the news of Ms. Dakota's death to the wire services, they were rewarded with a payment of one hundred thousand dollars in cash.'
Back to a live shot of the chilled reporter, wrapping up her story for the night. 'Unfortunately for Kralovic, the gunmen he had hired to kill his estranged wife were actually undercover detectives from the county sheriff's office here in New Jersey, who staged the shooting with the enthusiastic participation of the intended victim.'
The tape rolled again and showed the supposedly deceased Dakota now sitting upright against the front door of the house and smiling for the camera as she removed the outer jacket that had concealed the packets of 'blood' that had spurted and flowed so convincingly moments before.
'We've been waiting here, Hugh, hoping this brave woman would tell us how she feels now that she has taken such dramatic steps to end years of spousal abuse and bring to justice the man who wanted to kill her. But sources tell us that she left the house here this afternoon, after Kralovic's arrest, and has not yet returned.' The reporter glanced down at her notes to read a comment from the local prosecutor. 'The district attorney, however, wants us to express his gratitude to the county sheriff for this 'innovative plan that put an end to Ivan's reign of terror, something that prosecutors from Paul Battaglia's office and the New York Police Department across the Hudson River have been unable to do for two years.' Back to the studio-'
I pulled the remote away from Chapman and slammed it onto the desktop after shutting off the set. 'Let's go back to my office and close up for the night.'
'Temper, temper, Ms. Cooper. Dakota's not likely to win the Oscar for her performance. You peeved 'cause you didn't get a chance to do the film direction?'
I turned off the light and closed the door behind us. 'I don't begrudge her anything. But why did the Jersey DA have to take a shot at us? He knows it hasn't been our choice to let this thing drag on as long as it did.' There wasn't a seasoned prosecutor anywhere who didn't know that the most frustrating dynamic in an abusive marriage was the love-hate relationship that persisted between victim and offender, even after the violence escalated.
My heels clicked on the tiles of the quiet corridor as we snaked our way down the long, dark hallway from Video to my eighth-floor office. It was almost eleven-thirty at night, and the tapping of an occasional computer keyboard was the only noise I heard to suggest that any of my colleagues were still at their desks.
Only a handful of cases went to trial this time of year, in the middle of December, with lawyers, judges, and jurors all anticipating the two-week court hiatus for the holiday season. I had been working late-reviewing indictments for the end-of-the-term filing deadline, and preparing to conduct a sex offender registration hearing after the weekend-when Detective Michael Chapman came over to tell me the eleven o'clock news was leading with the Dakota story. He had been down the street at headquarters to drop off some evidence at the Property Clerk's Office and called to see if I wanted a drink before knocking off for the night.
'C'mon, I'll buy you dinner,' he now said. 'Can't expect me to last the midnight shift on an empty stomach. Not with all the dead bodies I'm likely to encounter.'
'It's too late to eat.'
'That means you got a better offer. Jake must be home, cooking up some exotic-'
'Wrong. He's in Washington. Got the assignment on that story of the ambassador who was assassinated in Uganda, at the economic conference.' I'd been dating an NBC News correspondent since early summer, and the rare nights he was free in time for dinner took me away from my usual haunts and habits.
'How come they keep giving him all that Third World stuff to cover when he seems like such a First World guy?'
The phone was ringing as I opened the door to my office.
'Alex?' Jake's voice sounded brusque and businesslike. 'I'm at the NBC studio in D.C.'
'How's your story coming?'
'Lola Dakota is dead.'
'I know,' I said, sitting down in my chair and turning away from Chapman for some privacy. 'Mike and I just watched the whole bit on the local news. I think she's got a real future on the stage. Hard to believe she went for all that phony ketchup and-'
'Listen to me, Alex. She was killed tonight.'
I turned back to look at Mike, rolling my eyes to suggest that Jake clearly had not seen the entire story yet and didn't understand that the shooting was a setup. 'We know all that, and we also know that Paul Battaglia is not going to be thrilled when the tabloids point the finger at me for not putting this mess to bed a couple of-'
'This isn't about
My eyes shut tight and I rested my head on the back of my chair as Jake lowered his voice to make his point. 'Trust me, darling. Lola Dakota is dead.'
2
'I'm sorry, Miss Cooper, but Lily doesn't want to talk with you just now. It's almost midnight, and our doctor is about to sedate her to let her get some rest. She thinks Lola would still be alive if you prosecutors hadn't talked her into this ridiculous scheme and exposed her to so much risk by faking her death.'
My first impulse had been to call the victim's family, despite the late hour, to offer our assistance in the aftermath of this tragic turn of events. I knew they were unlikely to accept my help. It was her brother-in-law who answered the call. 'I'm sure you must be aware that my office didn't think it was wise to-'
'It's all the same to us. None of you was able to protect Lola from this insanity of Ivan's.'
Chapman had taken over my phone and I had moved to the alcove to use the one on my secretary's desk. My conversation ended abruptly and I stared at the calendar hanging on the wall in front of me.
'Snuggle into your snowsuit and mittens, kid. We're going to the two-six.' He hung up the receiver and called out to me as I tried again to get through to the sheriff's office in New Jersey. The line was still busy, so I put on my coat, gloves, and boots and followed Mike to the elevator. 'Leave your car here. I'll drop you at home when we're
