dress in traditional prayer shawls. Stuff like that.”
“You know anything about this, Coop?” Mike asked.
Daniel walked across the room to take a matchbook from the pocket of a jacket he had thrown on one of the chairs.
“A bit. Tallith — that’s the ritual prayer shawl. I know that some of the extreme factions of Judaism consider it wrong — arrogant, and against biblical commands — for women to wear these garments and pray publicly at places like the wall.”
“Hear that, Daniel? We’ve come to the right place. Coop’s got all her feminist ducks in a row.”
I turned my back as Daniel lit up and whispered to Mike, “Wrong time to make fun of it, Mike. You’ve got to look into this,” I said. “Discrimination against women sheltered under the wings of religion — every religion — is a really serious problem. It’s been that way for centuries. It’s excluded us from education and social opportunities, from positions of authority. You want me to go on?”
“Later for that,” Mike said, cocking a finger at me like he was pointing a pistol. “After I calm you down with some Dewar’s.”
“What else do you know about the demonstration?” I asked Daniel as he rejoined us.
“That it was supposed to be a day of solidarity with the women in Jerusalem. Naomi said the first protest brought out some real animals. Guys who spit at her and threw things. Then their women actually joined in, too, doing the same.”
That fact didn’t surprise me. Sadly, women often were the worst jurors in cases of sexual assault and domestic violence, far too judgmental about the conduct of their peers. The sisterhood wasn’t always the friendliest group in town.
“I take it Naomi resisted arrest,” Mike said.
“That was the whole point, Detective. She figured the only way to get press about the issue was to be a little outrageous. She wasn’t exactly a novice.”
“Sure, kick a cop. Spit at him like the bad guys did at her,” Mike said.
Daniel held up both hands like he was surrendering to Mike Chapman. “Hey, I’m not defending what she did. My mother didn’t want me to have anything to do with her. Naomi might as well have been a leper, the way she lived.”
“What do you mean — a leper?” I asked.
“She’d been an outcast for so long, it made it easy for her to embrace that over-the-top conduct, whatever the cause of the day. Fling herself down on the ground, refuse to move on when the cops broke things up. Yeah, I’m sure she did some fine kicking and spitting. She’s had lots of experience with it.”
“Not just once, here,” I said. “In December and then again in January. She must have believed deeply in this cause.”
“Or maybe she just liked the attitude,” Mike said, playing with his paper chips.
“A pariah, Ms. Cooper. That’s what my mother liked to call Naomi. She was the perfect pariah.”
ELEVEN
“YOU want to make sense of this alphabet soup for me?” Mike asked Daniel. “These are the bits that were clinging to the inside rim of the toilet bowl. Didn’t go down with the rest. You mind telling me what you were trying to get rid of?”
I walked to the countertop and looked at the scraps of paper. Daniel’s expression was glum, but he didn’t respond.
“Is this Naomi’s handwriting?” I asked, nudging a few pieces toward him.
“Yeah.”
“Can’t you understand how important it is that we learn everything there is to know about her?”
Mike’s displeasure was palpable. “So far there’s not a whit of evidence to connect a killer to Naomi’s body. I just came from the autopsy and there’s nothing. No seminal fluid, so no DNA inside her—”
“I said I don’t want to hear about it,” Daniel said, closing his eyes and waving Mike away with one hand.
“Listen up, buddy. Hearing about it might be the only way to reach you. Whoever did this to Naomi had the time and place to slaughter her like an animal. It didn’t happen here, obviously. And it likely didn’t happen on the street, or someone would have found a whole mess of blood by now.”
Daniel clapped his hands to his ears and Mike pulled them away just as fast.
“Could be she was abducted by a stranger, but my money’s on somebody who knew her well enough to hate what she stood for. Hate everything about her. You don’t get this personal with your violence — you don’t sever the head of a woman — unless you’re so full of vitriol that swinging the ax is what gets you off.”
Daniel tried to keep his eyes squeezed shut so the tears that had formed wouldn’t be visible to us.
“Who did she know, Daniel?” I asked, softening the tone to get him to talk to me. “Who were her friends?”
“I told you, she didn’t have friends,” he said, turning to face me.
“We’ll get the names of the people who demonstrated with her. At least the ones who were also arrested. Did she talk about them?”
“Maybe so. But I didn’t listen. There were antiwar groups and pro-choice marches. Save the whales. Protect the rain forests.” He was mocking her now, ticking off a list of issues, just like Mike had done, only this list was for real. “Anti-smoking, pro-mammograms, anti-handgun, pro-opening the borders, free Tibet.”
“And most recently a full-on involvement with a religious organization,” I said.
“Not up my alley, Ms. Cooper. I was the get-out-of-jail-free card. I was there when she needed me. That’s all.”
“How much time did you spend with her after she was released the first time?”
“Hardly any. We had lunch together once when I was between jobs. And she came to a Christmas party with me, when the first show I worked on was breaking up.”
“A party?”
“Yeah. Naomi said she wanted to meet new people. She was living in an ivory tower.”
“I don’t get it,” Mike said. “She was on the barricades, Daniel. She was on the street for all these causes. It doesn’t get more common ground than that.”
“No, I meant her intellectual life. She was taking courses and everyone was so serious. She said she wanted to hang with me ’cause I made friends easily and I didn’t have the emotional baggage that she did.”
“Where was she taking courses? The ivory tower?” I asked.
Daniel looked sullen again. “I don’t know, Ms. Cooper. Some religious school, I guess.”
“Did she actually meet any of your friends?” Mike asked.
Daniel squirmed and looked away. “Like, I knew they weren’t her type anyway. She came ’cause she thought there’d be actors and people she could talk to. By the time Naomi got to the party, it was mostly a bunch of inebriated stagehands and prop guys.”
“Did she stay? Did she hook up with anyone?”
Daniel gave Mike his best what-are-you-crazy expression. “I think she stayed long enough to insult a couple of the crew. I mean, just talking her usual way to them — stuff nobody really cared about.”
“Did she leave with you?”
“Nah. Naomi left before I did. I wasn’t in the mood to get stuck taking her home, getting a lecture about how we should be family and all that. It was her new kick, and quite frankly it didn’t interest me a bit.”
“So what have we got here?” Mike asked, pointing to the scraps of paper.
“Junk. I was just trying to clean up. Gonna have to start packing and sorting out Naomi’s things.”
“Clean up? If this place was any neater,” Mike said, “I wouldn’t think anyone lived here. Who put you in charge?”
