'Multiple blows? Someone hammering away even after he was a clunk?'
'Yes. The ME calls the attack 'frenzied.' Many more blows than were needed to kill him. But that is not all. After Ellerbee was dead, the killer apparently rolled him over onto his back and struck him two more times. In his eyes. One blow to each eye.'
'That's nice,' Delaney said. 'Was the rounded knob of the ballpeen used on the eyes?' t t was. When Dr. Samuelson found the corpse, it was on its back, the eyes a mess.'
'All right,' Delaney said. 'Anything else you didn't give the press?'
'Yes. When Samuelson discovered the body, he called nine-eleven, then went back downstairs to wait for the cops. A car with two uniforms responded. Here is where we got a little lucky-I think. Because those two blues, first on the scene, did everything by the book. One of them hung on to Samuelson and his cabdriver, making sure they would not take off.
Meanwhile, he called in for backup, saying they had a reported homicide.
The second blue went upstairs to confirm the kill. You remember how hard it was raining Friday night?
Well, the uniform who went upstairs saw soaked tracks on the carpet of the hall and the staircase leading to the third floor.
So he was careful to step as close to the wall as he could to preserve the prints.'
'That was smart,' Delaney said. 'Who was he?'
'A big, big black,' Suarez said. 'I talked with him, and he made me feel like a midget.'
'My God!' Delaney said, astonished. 'Don't tell me his name is Jason T.
Jason?'
It was Suarez's turn to be astonished. 'That is who it was.
You know him?'
'Oh, hell yes. We worked together. They call him Jason Two. A brainy lad. There's detective material if ever I saw it.
He'd never go trampling over everything.'
'Well, he did not. So when the Crime Scene Unit arrived, they were able to eliminate his wet prints on the carpet of the staircase and in the receptionist's office where the body was found. A day later, they had also eliminated Dr. Samuelson's footprints. He was wearing street shoes and has very small feet. The kicker is this: That left two sets of unidentified wet prints on the carpet.'
'Two sets?'
'Absolutely. The photos prove it. Ellerbee had two visitors that night.
Both were wearing rubbers or galoshes. Indistinct blots, but there is no doubt they were made by two different people.'
'Son of a bitch,' Delaney said. 'Male or female?'
Suarez shrugged. 'With rubbers or boots, who knows? But there were two sets of prints left after Samuelson's and Jason's were eliminated.'
'Two sets of prints,' Delaney repeated thoughtfully. 'How do you figure that?'
'I do not. Do you?'
'No. 'Well,' Suarez said, 'that's all the information that has not yet been released. Now let us discuss how we are going to manage your assistance in this investigation. You tell me what you would like and I will make every effort to provide what I can.
They talked for another half-hour. They agreed it would be counterproductive to run two separate investigations of the same crime.
'We'd be walking up each other's heels,' Delaney said.
So they would try to coordinate their efforts, with Suarez in command and Delaney offering suggestions and consulting with Suarez as frequently as developments warranted.
'Here's what I'll need,' Delaney said. 'First of all, a Department car, unmarked. Then I want Sergeant Abner Boone as an assistant to serve as liaison officer with you and your crew. Right now he's heading a Major Crime Unit in Manhattan North. I want him.'
'No problem,' Suarez said. 'I know Boone. Good man.
But he…'
His voice trailed away. Delaney looked at him steadily.
'Yes,' he said, 'Boone was on the sauce. But he straightened himself out. Getting married helped. He hasn't had a drink in more than two years. My wife and I see him and his wife two or three times a month, and believe me, I know: the man is clean.'
'If you say so,' Suarez said apologetically. 'Then by all means let us have Sergeant Boone.'
'And Jason Two,' Delaney said. 'I want to give that guy a chance; he deserves it.'
'In uniform?'
Delaney thought a moment. 'No. Plainclothes. I need Boone and Jason because they've got shields. They can flash their potzies and get me in places I couldn't go as a civilian.
Also, I'll want to see copies of everything you've got on the case-reports, memos, photos, the PM, fake confessions, tips, the whole schmear.'
'It can be done,' Suarez said, nodding. 'But you realize of course I will have to clear all this with Deputy Thorsen.'
'Sure. Keep him in the picture. That'll keep him off my back.'
'Yes,' Suarez said sadly, 'and on mine.'
Delaney laughed. 'It comes with the territory,' he said.
They sat back and relaxed.
'Tell me, Chief, what have you done so far?'
'At first,' Suarez said, 'we thought it was a junkie looking to score.
So we leaned on all our snitches. No results. We searched every garbage can and sewer basin in a ten-block area for the murder weapon. Nothing.
We canvassed every house on the street, and then spread out to the whole area.
No one had seen anything-they said. We checked out the license plates of all parked cars near the scene of the crime and contacted the owners.
Again, nothing. We have more or less eliminated the wife and Dr.
Samuelson; their alibis hold up. Now we are attempting to question every one of his patients.
And former patients. Almost a hundred of them. It is a long, hard job.'
'It's got to be done,' Delaney said grimly. 'And his friends and professional associates?'
'Yes, them also. So far we have drawn a blank. You will see all this from the reports. Sometimes I think it is hopeless.'
'No,' Delaney said, 'it's never hopeless. Occasionally you get a break when you least expect it. I remember a case I worked when I was a dick two. This young woman got offed in Central Park. The crazy thing was that she was almost bald.
We couldn't figure it until we talked to her friends and found out she had cancer and was on chemotherapy. The friends said she usually wore a blond wig. We were nowhere on this case, but three weeks later the One-oh Precinct raided an after-hours joint and picked up a transvestite wearing a blond wig. One of the arresting cops remembered the Central Park killing and called up. Same wig. It had the maker's name on a tiny label inside. So we leaned on the transvestite. He hadn't chilled the woman, but he told us who he had bought the wig from, and eventually we got the perp. It was luck-just dumb luck. All I'm saying is that the same thing could happen on this Ellerbee kill.'
'Let us pray,' Michael Ramon Suarez said mournfully.
After a while Delaney rose to leave. The two men shook hands. Suarez said he would check everything with Deputy Thorsen immediately and call Delaney the following morning.
'I thank you,' he said solemnly. 'For your honesty and for your kindness. I believe we can work well together.'
'Sure we can,' Delaney said heartily. 'We may scream at one another now and then, but we both want the same thing.'
In the living room, Mrs. Rosa Suarez was seated before the darkened television set, placidly knitting. Delaney
