'Is this friend of yours Barrington?'
'Ah, yeah, Cap. Why do you ask?'
'Because you don't have any other friends. What's he got to do with this?'
'Well, he and the Brit lady are sort of an item. We both met her in London last year.'
'Have you talked to your suspect yet?'
'I was just about to when you got here. I was waiting for the deputy DA to get here, too.'
'You got him out of bed?' Grady asked, chortling. 'I want to see that.'
'You're looking at it, Captain,' a voice behind them said.
Dino and the captain turned to find George Mellon, the deputy DA, standing behind them.
'She doesn't look all that dangerous,' he said, peering through the glass.
'I'm going to go in and feel her out,' Dino said.
'Get her signature on a Miranda waiver before you ask her a fucking thing,' Mellon said.
Dino opened the door and went into the room.
Stone was driving down the nearly deserted I-684 at 140 miles per hour.
'Won't this thing go any faster?' Carpenter demanded.
'Yes, it will, but I won't go any faster. I've never driven this fast in my life.'
'Chicken,' she muttered.
Stone eased the accelerator to the floor, and the speed climbed another fifteen mph. 'I forgot, the speed is electronically limited to one-fifty-five.'
'Shit,' Carpenter said. 'Why didn't you buy something fast?'
Stone began thinking about what he might say to a New York State trooper, and about the roadblock that might have already been set up ahead of him somewhere. He checked the sky for helicopters.
'Good evening,' Dino said. 'I am Lieutenant Dino Bacchetti.'
She offered her hand without getting up, like a lady. 'How do you do?' she said.
'I do very well,' Dino replied, shaking her hand.
'Why on earth was I brought here?' she demanded, half angry, half frightened.
'Before we go any further, I have to advise you of your rights under the United States Constitution.' He recited the Miranda mantra. 'Do you understand these rights?'
'Of course. So you think I have never watched television?'
Dino handed her a sheet of paper and a pen. 'Then please sign this statement to that effect.'
She read it and signed it.
Dino placed her passport on the table. 'This says you are Marie-Therese du Bois, of a Zurich, Switzerland, address. Is that correct?'
'Yes, it's correct.'
'I'd like to ask you a few questions,' Dino said.
'About what?'
'When did you arrive in the United States?'
'It's in my passport.' She had put the stamp there herself.
'And where do you reside?'
'At the Hotel Kirwan, on Park Avenue at Thirty-seventh Street, room one-oh-oh-three.'
'When did you check in?'
'Today…' She glanced at her watch. 'Rather, yesterday. Do I need a lawyer?'
'I don't know, do you?'
'I am happy to answer your questions, but I would like a lawyer present, please.'
Dino sighed. 'I'll get you a phone.' He went out of the room, got a cordless phone, and brought it back. 'Would you like some privacy?'
'I doubt if I will get any,' she said, nodding at the one-way mirror. She dialed a number. 'Hello, this is Marie-Therese du Bois. I am being held at a police station… One moment.' She covered the receiver with her hand. 'Where am I?'
'At the Nineteenth Precinct.'
'At the Nineteenth Precinct, and I require legal representation at once. Please come here right away, ask for a Lieutenant…'
'Bacchetti.'
'Lieutenant Bacchetti. Thank you.' She handed the phone back to Dino.
'Now, will you please tell me why I am here?'
'You are here, Miss du Bois, because you are a suspect in four murders in New York City.'
She laughed. 'Good God! And when am I supposed to have committed these murders?'
'In the last couple of days.'
'I have spent the last couple of days driving down here from Canada with a friend.'
'What is your friend's name?' Dino asked, taking out his notebook. 'I'd like to corroborate that.'
'His name is Michel Robert. He is Canadian.'
'And where might I find him?'
'Frankly, I don't know,' she said. 'We had a petit contretemps. He left me in New York and went away, I don't know where. May I ask on what evidence you suspect me of these preposterous charges?'
'We'll get to that later,' Dino said. 'Excuse me a moment.' He got up and went outside to speak to Mellon.
'She asked a good question, Dino,' Mellon said. 'On what evidence do you suspect her of these murders?'
'There's a British intelligence agent on the way here now who can identify her and tell you about her background,' Dino said.
'Was she carrying anything that we can use?'
'No,' Dino said, 'but before I arrested her at Elaine's she went to the ladies' room. That's being searched now.'
Two detectives walked in, and one was holding a large Ziploc bag containing a black pistol and a silencer, as well as an ice pick.
'Am I glad to see that,' Dino said. 'Go dust if for prints, fire it for ballistics, and check it against the slugs from the guy on Park Avenue, and be quick about it.' He turned back to Mellon. 'Feeling better now?'
'A little,' Mellon said. 'Can you tie her to the murder?'
'You just heard me tell my guys to go do that, didn't you?'
'Have you printed her?'
'Not yet. We can do that now.'
A small, plump man bustled into the room 'Where is my client?' he demanded.
'Hello, Sol,' Mellon said. 'Who brought you into this?'
'She did,' Mellon said, pointing through the glass. I want to talk to her now, and I want everybody out of here while I do it.'
'How long do you need?'
'I'll let you know, George. Now get out of here and let me do my work.'
Dino, the captain, and the deputy DA filed out of the room and went to Dino's office. 'Who is that guy, George?'
'His name is Sol Kaminsky, and he's a very smart lawyer. But unless you can tie this woman to that weapon and the weapon to one of these murders, he's not going to have to be very smart.'
32
Stone crossed the Harlem River Bridge, slowing down only for E-ZPass to let him through. He looked at his watch: He never would have believed he could have gotten to Manhattan this fast.
'What's taking us so long?' Carpenter demanded.
