“No. Is he a new client?”
“No. He’s used us before, personally and professionally. He’s CFO for Intelicore, New York operations.”
Of course he is, Eve thought.
“I should have gone with her.” Her breath tore and wheezed as she fought for control. “Adrianne’s so self-sufficient, and God knows she can handle herself. But I should have gone with her. We were at a party la
st night, and she was going straight from there.”
“Where was the party?”
“Winston Dudley’s home. It was still going strong when I left, about one-thirty. I don’t know what time she left. Did Darrin meet her? Do you know if—”
Eve interrupted. “Did he personally book the appointment?”
“Yes. He e-mailed her yesterday afternoon. Lieutenant, Darrin wouldn’t have hurt Adrianne. I can swear to it. He’s a very lovely man, devoted to his family—which is why he’d go to such lengths to make this brainstorm of his daughter’s happen.”
“Did either you or Ms. Jonas or anyone else on staff actually speak to him about the arrangements?”
“Just by e-mail. It was very last minute, and nothing we’d have taken on except Darrin’s a regular, long-term client.”
And a booking by a regular, long-term client when Jonas would already be out—at the party Dudley had invited her to—ensured she’d be where they wanted her, when they wanted her.
“I’d like copies of the e-mails. Has Ms. Jonas ever facilitated for Mr. Moriarity, Mr. Dudley?”
“Yes. They’re very good clients. Was it a mugging?”
“No.”
“I didn’t see how it could be. She’s trained in self-defense, a black belt in several martial art disciplines, and she carried repel spray and a panic button.”
“In her purse?”
“The spray, yes. Her wrist unit had the panic button. It’s very much like mine.” Wallace tapped her wrist. “Adrianne gave everyone who works with her one. We go into unusual places, often at unusual times. We all take self-defense courses. She wanted us safe,” Wallace added, and the first tear spilled down her cheek. “Can you tell me what happened to her?”
It would be out soon enough. “She was hanged.”
“Oh, God, my God.” She blanched as her hands gripped together in her lap. “Can any of this be happening?”
“I know this is hard, but I need to see those e-mails. It would help if I could go through the apartment. Did she have workspace here?”
“Yes. Yes. We work in the adjoining unit, primarily. It spills over, of course, into the living space.”
“You and Ms. Jonas, and Katie?”
“Oh, Jesus, I have to tell Katie. She’s not due in until noon today. I should contact her. And Bill and Julie.”
“Bill and Julie?”
“Her parents. They live in Tulsa. She’s from Tulsa.”
“We’ll notify her parents. Maybe you can contact them later today after I’ve spoken with them.”
“All right. Yes. All right. I was worried, a little worried, when she wasn’t here this morning. But I thought maybe she went back to the party after her appointment, and maybe she went home with someone. It’s not usual, but she and Bradford Zander—one of the other guests last night—saw each other occasionally. But she didn’t answer her ’link, and she was fierce about always answering, or at least acknowledging a contact. But I told myself it was nothing, to give her a few more minutes, that she might be in the shower or . . .
“Then I saw you at the door, and I knew. We have a whole file on you.”
“You what?”