“Okay,” Staples said. “Back to Buffalo. What’s going on inside the Aiken house?”
“Aiken?”
“The owners,” she said. “Barry Aiken. Fifty-five years of age, inherited the house from his father, Dr. Norman Aiken, a little over two years ago. Married to Amy Farber, aged fifty-four. Is that who you met inside?”
“Whom.”
“What?”
“Whom I met inside.”
She glared at me. Her eyes were so pale they couldn’t muster much threat, but give the girl marks for trying. “I bought you a coffee. I’m trying to be nice. It’s late and I want to get home too. So don’t play games with me.” She didn’t raise her voice a decibel when she said it, but her tone sharpened to a fine glittering edge.
“Yes, that is whom I met inside,” I said. “Barry and Amy.”
“Who else?”
“There were a few people there. A little cocktail party. I didn’t get any names.” None I was going to give her, anyway.
“A cocktail party.”
“Maybe more of a Tupperware thing.”
“Only they’re walking out with illegal prescription drugs.”
“How would I know what’s legal here?”
“I’m warning you, Geller. The coffee at the Fed is a lot worse than this.”
“Can I tell you something, Agent Staples?”
“That would be a refreshing change.”
“It’s hardly the crime of the century going on in there. If you’ve been watching the house, you’ve seen who’s going in and out. Ordinary people, a lot of them old and sick, trying to get medication they can’t otherwise afford.”
“Drug prices are not the purview of my office,” she said. “It’s our responsibility to ensure that any drugs coming into this country are safe, authentic and legally obtained. It’s not the end users we’re after. I’m not looking to fill jail cells with senior citizens. But we can’t allow it to continue either. Now what about this Vista Mar group. What evidence do you have it’s a front?”
“No hard evidence but I think a forensic audit would bear me out.”
“And whom would it lead back to?”
“An Ontario crew with historic connections to the Magaddinos here. And that, Agent Staples, is all I know. So unless you have some information that you would like to share with me, I’d like to get back to my car.”
“Give me the name of this crew.”
Making the Di Pietra name part of the official record could do neither me nor Ryan any good. “Why?” I asked. “You have no jurisdiction in Ontario.”
“I want to find out who they’re working with on this end. We have a good working relationship with the feds. I told you, we’re in the same building.”
“On the advice of my physician, I decline to answer the question.”
“You’re in no position to make jokes. Cooperate with me and you can get on your way. Keep holding out and you’re going to spend a lot more time in Buffalo than you planned. I’ll have you charged for operating without a licence and anything else I can find. Did you bring a toothbrush? Change of clothes?”
Man, this woman was hard. Not hard enough to have made me float Marco’s name if he’d still been alive. But he couldn’t touch me anymore. Maybe giving up his name could get me some needed leverage.
“All right,” I said. “You have me over a barrel. But there’s something I want in return.”
“In addition to being able to leave a free man?”
“What’s going to happen to the Aikens?”
“What’s it to you?”
It was a good question and not one I could readily answer. “They just don’t strike me as people who should be jailed for what they’re doing.”
“What makes them different from other drug dealers?”
“Come on, Staples. The only reason they got into this was the pharmaceutical industry’s gouge-fest.”
“I will not debate the issue of affordable health care with a Canadian. You just charge it all to the taxpayers and run up debt every year. That is not the American way.”
“No, you run up your debt on cluster bombs. Look, the only reason the Aikens are still in this, from what I saw, is coercion. They’re afraid they’ll be killed if they quit.”
“By whom?”
“They wouldn’t say. Not to me, anyway.”
“All right. If they cooperate, but I mean really cooperate, I’ll do my best to see they do no jail time. And I’ll take care of any threats against them.”
“And you and I say our goodbyes?”
“With no regrets,” she said with a smile. The first she had shown all that time.
“You know your organized crime figures in Ontario?” I asked.
“I pick up things around the building.”
“The name Di Pietra ring a bell?”
She sipped her coffee. “A father and two sons, if I recall.”
“Three sons,” I said. “But the father is more or less out of the picture now. He’s old and had a stroke. I’m pretty sure the brothers own Vista Mar.”
“Their names?”
“Vito, Marco and Stefano. The CEO of Vista Mar is a man named Steven Stone. I believe he and Stefano Di Pietra are the same man. His brothers have been providing the muscle.”
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s visit the Aikens. Hear what they have to say in their own words.”
We drove back in silence, past listless flags waiting for a breeze to lift them. Then something that had been bothering me before, something Staples said about Bader, fluttered into my consciousness, tapped me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear.
“Did you actually meet Dr. Bader?”
“Yes.”
“At Meadowvale?”
“Yes.”
Meadowvale. I hadn’t mentioned the name. How had Staples known it?
CHAPTER 47
Christine Staples was about to ring Barry Aiken’s doorbell when I said, “Wait.”
She turned impatiently, tightly gripping a brown leather briefcase she had retrieved from the trunk of her Crown Victoria. “What now?”
“Have you ever spoken to Dr. Bader?” I asked.
“Your Dr. Bader? Of course not.”
“You knew he worked at Meadowvale.”
“You told me that.”
“I said he worked for Vista Mar but I never mentioned Meadowvale. Have you been there?”
“Don’t cross-examine me, mister. I can have your can in a detention centre in one minute.”
“So you keep saying.”
“You don’t think I’d do it?”
“I’m not sure you want to.”
“Push me far enough, I’ll do it, even if the paperwork takes all night.”
“Have you ever been to Meadowvale?”
“No.”
