parents, they pay for the apartment. But the legal resident is the daughter. I am not even supposed to go—”
She knew where the man’s thoughts were taking him. Police and paramedics had shown up right after he entered the apartment. The phone call from the parents had given him a twenty-minute head start. Twenty minutes might have made the difference.
“You couldn’t have saved them, Mr. Gorsky.” She wasn’t convinced, but said it anyway, for his sake. “And it’s possible you could have gotten yourself hurt instead.”
His eyes remained fixed on his telephone, but she assumed all he was seeing was a replay of the scene he had encountered when he opened the apartment door. He’d see it tonight in bed before he slept, and again in his dreams. He’d continue to see it forever. It was just a question of how frequently and how vividly.
“She was a good girl, Megan was. We have more young people in this building than you would think. The parents, they buy, like an investment. Then the kids live on their own. Megan was a good girl, not spoiled like a lot of them. She always said hello. She used my name to talk to me like a human being, not a servant. She would even bring fresh coffee sometimes if she saw me working in the lobby.”
“There was a second girl in the apartment.”
“She was the roommate. Just moved in a few months ago.”
“Was she the same kind of ‘good girl’ as Megan?”
The cordless phone on Gorsky’s desk broke out into a loud chirp. Even though he’d been staring at the phone, the noise clearly startled the man, but after a quick flinch, he jumped back into the conversation.
“She seemed like a nice girl. Quieter than Megan. Not as outgoing.”
“Do you need to get that?” she asked, looking at the ringing phone.
He shook his head just as the phone finally silenced.
“And what was the roommate’s name?”
“Heather. I’m not sure if I ever knew her last name.”
“Don’t you need a name for her to live in the building?”
Again, the phone began to ring. And again, Gorsky ignored it and continued to speak.
“As a matter of technicalities. But the Gunthers were responsible financially for the apartment, and I trusted Megan. She told me she was getting a roommate, and that was the end of the conversation. Some of these other people, I would’ve wanted credit checks, a deposit…don’t get me started.” He waved a hand at the thought.
“Do you know if either of the girls had any problems recently? Boyfriends? Drugs? Money?”
“Megan would come in and out of the building with the same boy for a very long time, but he has not been here since, well, since around the time the roommate came.”
“A breakup?”
Gorsky smiled and nodded his head. “I don’t keep this job with the same management company for so long by talking to residents about their romances. Could be breakup. Could be he doesn’t get along with the new girl. I have no idea.”
“You know anything about him? Name? Address?”
He shrugged. “I wish now I had asked. Tall, skinny. Had these things, you know, through his—” Gorsky pulled at his lower lip.
“A pierced lip.”
“Yeah, but in two places. On both sides. Now
“Anything else? Hair color? Eyes?”
“Dark brown hair. Probably brown eyes, I guess. I don’t know, kind of like mixed looking. Maybe he was part ethnic of some kind. He hasn’t been around.”
The phone was ringing once again.
“I’m sorry, sir, but if you’re not going to answer that, I’d appreciate it if you could turn off the ringer. It’s a little distracting.”
He fumbled with a button on the phone, and the chirping quieted to a subtle jingle. “I do not know how to turn it off.”
“No, that’s much better,” she said. “Thank you. Now, the lobby entrance was locked when I came in. Is that twenty-four/seven?”
“Yes. You have to call up to a resident and be buzzed in by them to enter.”
“Do you have any way of knowing who buzzed people in this morning?”
He shook his head.
“What about cameras? Any film from the lobby or the elevators?”
Ellie had not spotted any cameras in the building, but with security advancements, the equipment might not be visible.
Gorsky shook his head again. “In the bigger buildings, our company uses cameras. Not one of this size. I am sorry I cannot be more helpful. You know, right before nine o’clock, there’s a lot of foot traffic on the street. People coming and going. It’s not hard to walk in after someone leaves.”
“What would really help is if you could give me whatever you have in the way of a file for Megan’s apartment. I assume her parents’ contact information will be there?”
He handed her a manila envelope from the top of his disheveled desk. “Already done.” He stared at his phone, which had finally gone silent. “I have been sitting here for over an hour staring at this telephone. I have lost count how many times it has rung.”
“Given the tenacity of whoever’s on the other end of that line, I’d suggest you either answer it or leave town.”
“I do not want to answer it, because I know it must be her. Mrs. Gunther. I am afraid to speak to her and tell her what I saw.” He sighed quietly. “I am a coward. It is the girl’s mother. She should know.”
“You’re not a coward, Andrei. You don’t need to be the one to tell her. I will tell them. I will tell Megan’s parents what happened and what you saw. It is my job, not yours.”
He finally took his eyes off of his phone and looked up at Ellie. “After today, I will never complain again about my work.”
As it turned out, Ellie was going to deliver the news sooner than she realized.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
11:35 A.M.
She found Rogan leaning over the desk in Megan Gunther’s bedroom. He was scrolling through a cell phone that was not his usual Motorola, his notebook open in front of him.
“Is that the vic’s?”
“I’m assuming. It was on a charger beneath the desk.”
“How’s it look?”
“She’s got a mess of friends in her directory, almost all of them listed only by first names. I’m writing down the outgoing calls—we’ve got her parents, a few different girls, mostly one named Courtney—”
“Got a boyfriend yet?”
“Two calls to someone named Kendall?”
“With their generation, that’s probably a female.”
“I thought the same. Then we’ve got a bunch of other outgoing numbers that weren’t in her contacts list.” He tapped his pen against his notebook, indicating that he was jotting them down. “Unfortunately, it looks like her parents have been hitting redial over and over this morning trying to reach her, so it wiped out her entire incoming call list.”
“The super says the roommate’s name was Heather, last name unknown.”
“She’s Heather Bradley. I found it on a political science paper that was on the desk in her room—‘Two Views of American Federalism.’”
“Your detecting skills are profound, J. J. Rogan.”
