Eye of the Beholder

hookers.”

He did. I know that from Koslenko. But what makes McDermott so confident?

“I put a rush on DNA tests for the Mansbury girls. Just got back the results. The prostitutes had his semen inside them, and his blood. The intercourse was antemortem, so it seems pretty obvious he did them.”

Right. But the intercourse was postmortem with Ellie and Cassie. And he now knows that Cassie killed Ellie. So who, he’s wondering, killed Cassie?

“You got DNA in a few days,” I comment, trying to change the subject.

“It was high priority. Had to be.” He hits my arm. “Should make you happy. It wasn’t a total miss for you, Riley. At least he killed four of the women.”

I underestimated McDermott. He had the right suspicions from the start. And he’s right, I guess-I can’t deny feeling some relief knowing that Terry Burgos wasn’t completely innocent.

Innocent. Guilty. Such flimsy words.

“Makes me wonder about Cassie,” he adds.

It isn’t a question, so I don’t answer.

“You got any thoughts on that subject, Riley?”

Now it’s a question. I don’t know what else to tell him but the easy choice.

“Terry Burgos killed her,” I say. “I can’t imagine who else.”

He doesn’t like the answer. I don’t blame him. But the Mansbury murders are not his case. His job was to catch the recent killer, Leo Koslenko, and he did. His job isn’t to solve Cassie’s murder.

Good thing for him. Because Detective Michael McDermott could investigate that case from now until the end of time and not come up with the answer.

“Koslenko, he didn’t tell you anything while you were in that basement with him?”

I shake my head no. I don’t see the need to fill in the spaces for the police.

Not now, anyway. And maybe never.

“How’d you know to go to Bramhall Auditorium?” I ask him.

He takes a deep breath. “Watching you on television, talking to those reporters,” he says. “Stubbornly insisting that Terry Burgos killed all those girls. I didn’t think you believed that. So, I figured, maybe you were trying to draw Koslenko to you. To gain his trust. To ‘behave.’ Only, when I went to your house the next morning, I could see you were already gone. So I got on the radio and had a lookout for your car. And meanwhile, hell, I’ve got nothing to do, I’m on a forced vacation, I hear it’s lovely on Mansbury’s campus in the summer.”

I smile at him. Again, I underestimated him. He probably figured Koslenko was trying to act like a copycat killer, maybe he’d use the same locale. Hell, it was worth a shot.

“So what about Fred Ciancio?” he asks me. “You think getting access to that building was to steal abortion records? Or what?”

I play dumb. But I know that Cassie Bentley didn’t have an abortion. She was never pregnant.

I suspect that Gwendolyn Lake did have a paternity test done, either at Cassie’s insistence or on her own, for spiteful proof. Everyone now knows that Gwendolyn was Harland’s daughter. Harland admitted as much. So I go with that choice.

“The paternity test results probably set Cassie off more than ever,” I say. “So when she saw Ellie sleeping with her father, for God’s sake, she snapped.”

“And Koslenko, afterward, stole those test results because they’d be evidence of Cassie being upset?” He shakes his head. “Plausible but weak.”

I throw up my hands. McDermott doesn’t pursue it. The crime has been solved. Leo Koslenko is now dead from a single, self-inflicted gunshot through his mouth. There will be no trial. There will be no search for motive.

“Did you have any idea Shelly would be in there, alive?” he asks.

Of course I did. But I can’t possibly tell him I knew that. Because then I’d have to tell him how I figured that out.

“No idea,” I say.

He accepts that. No reason for him to think otherwise. I can see he’s not done with questions.

“You think Koslenko acted alone?”

“I do,” I say, relieved to make at least one statement that is true. “Natalia is no killer,” I add, breaking my streak at one.

“And he does all this-Ciancio, then the reporter, everyone-just because he wants to cover up evidence of a stolen paternity test?” His eyes narrow. “That make sense to you?”

“The mind of a madman,” I answer. “Who can say?”

It’s a good cop-out here, an easy explanation for the unexplain able. Koslenko was crazy-who knew what he was doing? But it’s not true. He was smart and organized. The premise of his world was nonsensical, but his actions within that world were not. He knew exactly what he was doing.

I think of McDermott’s wife, her bipolar disorder and suicide, and regret using the word madman.

“So-who was next for Koslenko? He had the kitchen knife and the machete.”

Right. In the auditorium basement where everything ended, the police found a machete identical to the one that I had kept from the Burgos case as a souvenir, a Barteaux heavy-duty, twenty-six-inch, high-carbon spring steel machete. I realize, with a shudder, that Leo Koslenko must have been in my house at some point, to get a good look at that machete so he could buy the same one. If he was a copycat, after all, he needed to play the part as best he could.

“My guess? Koslenko was going to kill Harland Bentley,” I say. “Then finish with Frank Albany. It would make it easier to blame Professor Albany for everything if he wasn’t alive to deny it. Again, my guess-he’d kill Albany but make it look like a suicide.”

“Jesus.” McDermott sighs. “This might seem odd coming from a cop, but I actually feel sorry for Koslenko.”

“It doesn’t sound odd at all. He was sick, Mike. He didn’t know what he was doing.”

McDermott raises his head, nods toward the interview room. “I was sure it was either Professor Albany or Harland behind all this.”

That was Koslenko’s intention. That was always the plan back then, if anything went south with Ellie Danzinger’s murder. They’d put it on Albany. Instead, Burgos went wild after finding Ellie’s body and pretty much insulated them by killing the prostitutes in rapid succession. If Ciancio hadn’t gotten in touch with Evelyn Pendry and Leo Koslenko this week, none of this ever would have come to light.

“Ciancio had ties to the comradska,” McDermott tells me. “We just found that out today. So I figure, that’s how Koslenko would have gotten to him. Russian connections.”

Yes, that’s how the connection was made. But it wasn’t made by Koslenko. It was made by Natalia. She had the money to reach far enough, through the right Russian circles, to make an arrangement with a security guard. I have no doubt that she kept her name out of it completely. And that she will continue to do so.