“You mean because I’m divorced? Because there was no man here to take care of her? You’ve seen her face. That happened when she was with her father. Her seat belt wasn’t fastened, and he’s the kind of driver who floors the accelerator and then makes sudden stops. I don’t care whether it’s macho stuff or just the fact that Bob Kinellen is a risk taker, in his case, Robin and I are better off alone.”
She ripped the final piece of lettuce, then said apologetically, “I’m sorry. I guess you picked the wrong night for pasta in this house, Geoff. I’m not much company. But then that doesn’t matter. What is important are my meetings with Dr. Smith and Dolly Bowles.”
Over salad and garlic bread she told him about her encounter with Dr. Smith. “He hates Skip Reardon,” she said. “It’s a different kind of hatred.”
Noting the look of confusion on Geoff’s face, she added, “What I mean is that typically when I deal with relatives of victims, most of them despise the murderer and want him to be punished. What they’re expressing is anger so entwined with grief that both emotions are flying out of them. Parents will frequently show you baby pictures and graduation pictures of the murdered daughter, then tell you the kind of girl she was and if she won a spelling bee in the eighth grade. Then they break down and cry, their grief is so overwhelming, and one of them, usually the father, will tell you he wants five minutes alone with the killer, or he’ll say that he’d like to pull the switch himself. But I didn’t get any of that from Smith. From him I got only hatred.”
“What does that say to you?” Geoff asked.
“It says that either Skip Reardon is a lying murderer or we need to find out whether Smith’s intense animosity to Skip Reardon preceded Suzanne’s death. As part of the latter consideration, we also need to know exactly what Smith’s relationship with Suzanne was. Don’t forget, by his own testimony, he didn’t lay eyes on her from the time she was an infant till she was nearly twenty. Then one day she just appeared in his office and introduced herself. From her pictures you can see she was a remarkably attractive woman.”
She stood up. “Think about that while I put together the pasta.
Then I want to tell you about Dolly Bowles and ‘Poppa’s car.’”
Geoff was almost unaware of how delicious the linguine with clam sauce tasted as he listened to Kerry’s report of her visit to Dolly Bowles. “The thing is,” she concluded, “from what Dolly tells me, both our office and your people brushed aside even the possibility that little Michael might have been a very reliable witness.”
“Tim Farrell interviewed Dolly Bowles himself,” Geoff recalled. “I kind of remember a reference to a learning- disabled five-year-old seeing a car, but I passed over it.”
“It’s a long shot,” Kerry said, “but Joe Palumbo, the investigator I told you about who spoke to Robin, brought the Reardon file with him this afternoon. I want to go through it to see what names might have come up-of men Suzanne was possibly getting cozy with. It shouldn’t be too hard to check with the Motor Vehicle Division to see if any of those named owned a black Mercedes sedan eleven years ago. Of course, it’s possible the car was registered in someone else’s name, or even rented, in which case we won’t get anywhere.”
She looked at the dock over the kitchen stove. “Plenty of time,” she said.
Geoff knew she was talking about getting Robin. “What time is the party over?”
“Nine. There usually aren’t weeknight parties, but Halloween really is the kids’ special night, isn’t it? Now how about espresso or regular coffee? I keep meaning to buy a cappuccino machine but never seem to find the time.”
“Espresso is fine. And while we’re having it, I’m going to tell you about Skip Reardon and Beth Taylor.”
When he finished giving her the background of Beth’s relationship with Skip, Kerry said slowly, “I can see why Tim Farrell was afraid to use Taylor as a witness, but if Skip Reardon was in love with her at the time of the murder, it tends to take some of the credibility away from Dr. Smith’s testimony.”
“Exactly. Skip’s whole attitude about seeing Suzanne arranging flowers given to her by another man can be summed up in two words: ‘Good riddance.’”
The wall phone rang and Geoff looked at his watch. “You said nine o’clock for Robin, didn’t you? I’ll get her while you’re on the phone.”
“Thanks.” Kerry reached for the receiver. “Hello.”
She listened, then said warmly, “Oh, Jonathan, I was going to call you.”
Geoff got up, and with a “see you” motion of his hand, went into the foyer and reached in the closet for his coat.
As they walked back home, Robin said she had had a good time at the party even though she had not won first prize for her costume. “Cassie’s cousin was there,” she explained. “She had on a dorky skeleton outfit, but her mother had sewed soup bones all over it. I guess that made it special. Anyhow, thanks for walking me, Mr. Dorso.”
“You win some, you lose some, Robin. And why don’t you call me Geoff?”
The moment Kerry opened the door for them, Geoff could see that something was terribly wrong. It was an obvious effort for her to keep an attentive smile on her face as she listened to Robin’s enthusiastic description of the party.
Finally Kerry said, “Okay, Robin, it’s after nine and you promised…”
“I know. Off to bed and no dragging my heels.” Robin kissed Kerry quickly. “Love you, Mom. Good night, Geoff.” She bounced up the stairs.
Geoff watched as Kerry’s mouth began to quiver. He took her arm, led her into the kitchen and closed the door. “What’s the matter?”
She tried to keep her voice steady. “The governor was supposed to be submitting three names to the senate tomorrow for approval of judicial appointments. Mine was to be one of them. Jonathan has asked the governor to postpone the action for now, because of me.”
“Senator Hoover did that to you!” Geoff exclaimed. “I thought he was your big buddy.” Then he stared at her. “Wait a minute. Does this have something to do with the Reardon case and Frank Green?”
He didn’t need her nod to know he was right. “Kerry, that’s lousy. I’m so sorry. But you said ‘postponed,’ not ‘withdrawn.’”
“Jonathan would never withdraw my nomination. I know that.” Now Kerry’s voice was becoming steadier. “But I also know that I can’t expect him to go out on a limb for me. I told Jonathan about seeing Dr. Smith and Dolly Bowles today.”
“What was his reaction?
“He wasn’t impressed. He feels that by reopening this case I am needlessly bringing into question both the capability and the credibility of Frank Green, and that I’m leaving myself open to criticism for wasting taxpayers’ money on a case that was decided ten years ago. He pointed out that five appeals courts have confirmed Reardon’s guilt.”
She shook her head, as though trying to clear her mind. Then she turned away from Geoff. “I’m sorry to have wasted your time this way, Geoff, but I guess I’ve decided that Jonathan is right. A murderer is in prison, put there by a jury of his peers, and the courts have been consistent in upholding his conviction. Why do I think I know something they don’t?”
Kerry turned back and looked at him. “The killer is in prison, and I’m just going to have to let this drop,” she said with as much conviction as she could muster.
Geoff’s face tightened in suppressed anger and frustration. “Very well, then. Good-bye, Your Honor,” he said. “Thanks for the pasta.”
45 Wednesday, November 1st
In the laboratory of FBI headquarters in Quantico, four agents watched the computer screen freeze on the profile of the thief who had broken into the Hamilton home in Chevy Chase over the weekend.
He had pulled the stocking mask up so that he could have a better look at a figurine. At first, the image taken by the hidden camera had seemed impossibly blurry, but after some electronic enhancement, a few details of the face were visible. Probably not enough to make a real difference, thought Si Morgan, the senior agent. It’s still pretty difficult to see much more than his nose and the outline of his mouth. Nonetheless, it was all they had, and it might just jog someone’s memory.
