He answered the door after the third knock. He was wearing an undershirt and jogging pants and carrying a fifth of Chevas Regal. There was little resemblance to the young, successful lawyer on his way up. Three days’ worth of beard shadowed his chin. His eyes were swollen and the skin had folded into pockets that drooped beneath. He smelled like a vagrant who had crawled into an alley on Fourteenth to sleep it off. He took a cursory look at the badges, hefted the bottle for another swig, and turned away, leaving the door open. Ed closed it.
The duplex had wide-planked oak floors partially covered with a couple of Aubussons. In the living area the sofa was long and low; the upholstery on it and the chairs ran to masculine colors, grays and blues. State-of-the-art electronic equipment was displayed on one wall. Along another was a collection of toys-antique slots, banks, trains.
Carroll collapsed on the sofa in the center of the room. Two empty bottles and an overflowing ashtray were on the floor. A blanket was tossed over the cushions. Ben calculated he hadn’t moved much beyond that spot since he’d been notified.
“I can come up with a couple of clean glasses.” His voice was husky but not slurred, as though the liquor had quit doing its job some time before. “But you can’t drink, can you? On duty.” He lifted the bottle again and sucked. “I’m not on duty.”
“We’d like to ask you some questions about Anne Reasoner, Mr. Carroll.” There was a chair behind him, but Ben didn’t sit.
“Yeah, I figured you’d get around to it. I told myself if I didn’t pass out, I’d talk to you.” He looked at the bottle that was barely three-quarters full. “Can’t seem to pass out.”
Ed took the bottle from his fingers and set it aside. “Doesn’t help, really, does it?”
“Something’s got to.” He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, then began to search the littered smoked-glass coffee table for a cigarette. Ben lit one for him. “Thanks.” He drew hard and kept most of the smoke in his lungs. “I quit two years ago,” he said, and. drew again. “Didn’t gain any weight, though, because I cut out starch.”
“You and Miss Reasoner had a relationship,” Ben began. “You were one of the last people to talk to her.”
“Yes. Saturday night. We were supposed to go to the National.
“You didn’t go to the theater?” Ben interrupted.
“I was feeling pressured. I called her to break the date and told her I wanted to let the relationship cool for a while. That’s how I said it.” He looked up, over the cigarette, and met Ben’s eyes. “It should cool for a while. It sounded reasonable.”
“Did you have fight?”
“A fight?” He laughed at that and choked on smoke. “No, we didn’t fight. We never fought. I don’t believe in it. There’s always a logical and reasonable solution to any problem. This was a reasonable solution, and it was for her own good.”
“Did you see her that night, Mr. Carroll?”
“No.” He looked around absently for the bottle, but Ed had put it out of reach. “She asked me to come over, to talk it out. She was crying. I didn’t want to have one of those tearful scenes, so I said no. I told her I thought it best if we gave it a little time. In a week or two we could have drinks after work and talk about it calmly. In a week or two.” He stared straight ahead. The ash from his cigarette fell on his knee. “She called me later.”
“She phoned you again?” Ed balanced his notepad on his palm. “What time was that?”
“It was 3:35. My clock radios right beside the bed. I was annoyed with her. I shouldn’t have been, but I was. She was high. I can always tell when she’s had a joint. She didn’t have an outrageous habit, just burned a joint now and then to ease tension, but I didn’t like it. It’s so childish, you know,” he added. “I figured she’d done it to irritate me. She told me she’d come to some decisions. She wanted me to know that she didn’t blame me. She was going to take responsibility for her own emotions, and not to worry about her causing any scenes at the office.”
When he sat back and closed his eyes, his dark blond hair fell over his forehead. “I was relieved at that, because I worried a bit about it. She said she had a lot of thinking to do, a lot of reevaluat-ing before we talked again. I said that was fine and I’d see her Monday. When I hung up it was 3:42. That’s seven minutes.”
Gil Norton had seen the murderer come out of the alley sometime between four and four-thirty. Ed noted the times on his pad, then put it in his pocket.
“You’re probably not in the mood for advice, Mr. Carroll, but you’d be better off if you went up to bed and got some sleep.”
He focused on Ed, then looked at the litter of bottles at his feet. “I loved her. How come I didn’t know it until now?”
Ben stepped outside and hunched his shoulders against the cold. “Christ.”
“I don’t think Suzanne Hudson would feel like spitting in his face now.”
“So what have we got?” Ben walked to the car and took the driver’s seat. “A selfish, self-indulgent lawyer, who doesn’t fit Norton’s description. A woman trying to pull back from a bad affair, who goes for a walk. And a psychopath who just happens to be there when she does.”
“A psychopath who wears a cassock.”
Ben stuck the key in the ignition but didn’t turn it. “You think he’s a priest?
Instead of answering, Ed sat back and stared at the sky through the windshield. “How many sort of tall, dark- haired priests you figure there are in the city?” Ed took out a plastic bag of trail mix.
“Enough to keep us busy for six months. We haven’t got six months.”
“It wouldn’t hurt to talk to Logan again.”
“Yeah.” He dipped his fingers into the plastic bag Ed offered without thinking. “How about this? A former priest, one who dropped out because of some Church-oriented tragedy. Logan might be able to get us a few names.” ‘
“Another crumb. In her report, Dr. Court says he’s cracking, that this last murder probably left him disabled for a couple of days.”
“I read it. What the hell is this? Bark and twigs?” Ben twisted the key and pulled out from the curb.
“Raisins, almonds, some granola. You ought to call her, Ben.”
“I’ll handle my personal life, partner.” He turned the corner and went a block before he swore. “Sorry.”
“No problem. You know, I saw this special. It pointed out that in current society, men really have it made. Women have taken the pressure off them to be the sole support-the Mr. Macho who has to handle all the problems and bring home the bacon. Women are generally waiting longer to look for marriage if they look for marriage at all, which leaves men with more choices. Today’s woman isn’t looking for Prince Charming on a white charger. The funny thing is, a lot of men are still threatened by strength and independence.” He plucked out a raisin. “Pretty amazing.”
“Kiss ass.”
“Dr. Court strikes me as being pretty independent.”
“Good for her. Who wants a woman who hangs all over you?”
“Bunny didn’t hang exactly,” Ed remembered. “She sort of draped.”
“Bunny was comic relief,” Ben muttered. And Bunny had been one of his standard three-month affairs where you meet, share a few dinners, have a few laughs, bounce around in the sheets, and call it quits before anyone gets any ideas. He thought of Tess leaning back against his windowsill and laughing. “Look, when you’re in our business you need a woman who doesn’t make you think all the time. Who doesn’t make you think about her all the time.”
“You’re making a mistake.” Ed leaned back. “But I figure you’re smart enough to see it for yourself.”
Ben made the turn toward Catholic University. “Let’s hit Logan before we go back in.”
At five p.m. all the detectives assigned to the Priest homicides but Bigsby were spread out in the conference room. Harris had a copy of all the reports in front of him, but went over each point by point. They traced Anne
