“Yesterday. The maid came.”
“Did you touch the sliding door after the maid came?”
Herbie thought about that. “No. Sheila opened it when we went out there for a drink, and she closed it when we came in.”
“Where did you go to dinner?”
“At that place you told me about, Sette Mezzo.”
“Did you have a good time there?”
“Oh, yeah. Sheila was in a great mood, which she wasn’t always in, but she was last night. We laughed a lot.”
“Herbie, during the argument, did you happen to hit Sheila?”
“No, no. I never hit her in my life.”
“What was she wearing when you went into the john?”
“Silk pajamas,” Herbie said.
“Okay, you sit tight. I’m going to see if I can cut this short, before they arraign you.”
“Okay, hurry back.”
“I’ll do my best,” Stone said, and left the interview room.
43
Stone walked up to Dino’s office and was waved in and introduced to an attractive young woman who was sitting in one of Dino’s chairs.
“This is Carla Rentz,” Dino said. “She’s prosecuting your client, Mr. Fisher.”
Stone sat down and tried to look puzzled. “Prosecuting him? For what?”
“For murder,” the young woman replied.
“On what evidence?” Stone asked.
“Mr. Fisher was the only one present when she was thrown off the roof,” she said.
“Excuse me,” Stone said. “What evidence do you have that she was thrown off the roof?”
“Well, she’s dead.”
“Have you considered suicide?”
“Why should I consider suicide?”
“Because it’s one of two possibilities,” Stone said. “Either she was thrown off the roof, or she jumped.”
“What is her motive for suicide?”
“What is Mr. Fisher’s motive for murder?”
“I’m sure that will emerge.”
“Well, if a motive emerges, you may have cause to arrest Mr. Fisher but not now. Tell you what. Send a couple of Lieutenant Bacchetti’s detectives over to a restaurant called Sette Mezzo, on Lexington near Seventy-sixth. Mr. Fisher and Ms. Seidman had dinner there last night. Ask the headwaiter and their waiter what their demeanor was during dinner there. You’ll be told that they were very happy, enjoying each other’s company. You see, he was in love with her, and they planned to marry.”
“If they were so happy, why would Ms. Seidman commit suicide?”
“Anger is a motive for suicide; people kill themselves all the time, because they think it will hurt the people they’re mad at.”
“You say he was in love with her. Was she in love with him?”
“In my opinion, no,” Stone replied. “Ms. Seidman was a working prostitute who had serviced Mr. Fisher on a number of occasions, and when Mr. Fisher won a large sum in the New York State Lottery, her interest in him became more… acute, shall we say. And so did the interest of her employer.”
“You still haven’t given me a motive for suicide,” Ms. Rentz said. “Why was she angry?”
“She was angry because Mr. Fisher had asked her to sign a prenuptial agreement. She didn’t want to go back to her pimp and tell him that, so she was between a rock and a hard place. I had already spoken to her earlier about a prenup, and she became angry at the mention of it. She was uncontrollably angry before she jumped.”
“We didn’t find a prenup in the apartment,” she said.
“That’s because I hadn’t given it to Mr. Fisher yet. He asked her to go and see me about it.”
“Without her own attorney?”
“I would have insisted on that,” Stone said.
“Why didn’t you give Mr. Fisher the prenup earlier?”
“Because I’ve been out of town for a few days, in Maine. I just got back today. My secretary will be happy to give you a copy of the prenup I had prepared.” He gave her the address and Joan’s name.
“When the detectives arrived, Mr. Fisher feigned not to know that Ms. Seidman had… met her death. How could he have missed that?”
“Because he was sitting on the toilet, reading a magazine, when she jumped. When he was finished there, he got dressed and went to look for her, but she was gone. He thought she had gone shopping, because that’s what she usually did.”
“How can he prove that?” she asked.
“Mr. Fisher will agree to a colonoscopy,” Stone replied.
Dino burst out laughing.
“From speaking to Mr. Fisher a few minutes ago, I have reason to believe that your detectives, if they bother to check, will find that Ms. Seidman’s fingerprints will be on the sliding glass door to the terrace but not Mr. Fisher’s, because he didn’t touch it after the maid came and cleaned it yesterday.”
“We’ll look into that,” Ms. Rentz said.
“You may look into anything you like, and my client and I will cooperate with your investigation, but the fact remains that you don’t have enough evidence to arraign him, let alone convict him, and the other available evidence will support my client. For that reason, I’d like him released immediately.”
“Mr. Barrington has a point,” Dino said. “We can always arrest him later if new evidence comes up.”
Ms. Rentz looked at the floor, then at the ceiling. “All right,” she said to Dino, “spring Mr. Fisher.” She stood up and grabbed her briefcase. “But this isn’t over.”
Stone stood and offered his hand. “Let us know whatever else you need from us.”
She shook his hand and left.
“Nice work,” Dino said.
“You don’t think Herbie tossed her, do you?”
“Nah, but it’s good to see you break a sweat.”
THE FOLLOWING MORNING Stone was at Strategic Services promptly at eight and was shown into Hackett’s large corner office, where the man was polishing off a full Scottish breakfast. He sent the tray away and pressed a button on his phone. “Mike, join us, will you?” He hung up. “You remember Mike Freeman, Stone; we played tennis?”
“Of course.”
Freeman entered through a door between his office and Hackett’s and shook Stone’s hand, and the three men moved to a seating area by the window.
“Stone, we want to give you something of an overview of Strategic Services,” Hackett said. “Mike is my right- hand guy, and he’s here to tell you anything I forget.”
“Shoot,” Stone said.
“We’re best known for providing corporate security,” Hackett said. “We have a dozen offices around the world, and if we get a call from a client telling us he’s paying a visit to, say, Hong Kong, our people and vehicles are at the bottom of his jet stair when he arrives to greet him and take care of him while he’s there. That service is a big revenue producer for us, and we’ve never lost an executive yet, not to a kidnapping or a roadside bomb. Sometimes, though, an executive is kidnapped while not in our custody, and in that case we handle negotiations for his release.”
