Tick Tock (Michael Bennett 4)

“Hi, David. My name’s Detective Bennett from the NYPD,” I said, smiling back. “Thank you for agreeing to speak with me this morning.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said, taking a small Bible from his pocket. He placed it directly on the table before him. “How can I help you, sir?”

“Well, I was wondering if you might be able to give me a little insight into a case I’m investigating right now,” I said.

Berkowitz’s eyes narrowed as he cocked his head.

“It must be some case for you to come all the way up here from the city.”

“It is, David. It seems a person is committing crimes similar to the ones you were involved with back in the seventies.”

I reluctantly used the term “involved with” instead of “viciously and cowardly committed” because I needed his cooperation.

“A girl in Co-op City was stabbed, and two people were shot in a lover’s lane in Queens with a forty-four-caliber weapon,” I continued. “We even received a letter from someone claiming to be you.”

Berkowitz stared at me wide-eyed. He looked genuinely shaken.

“That’s terrible,” he said.

“Do you know anyone who might want to do these things?”

“Not a soul,” he said immediately.

“C’mon, David. I know in the past you’ve made reference to other people who might have been involved in your case. Other satanic cult members, wasn’t it? Have you had any contact with any of those people lately?”

“Well, to tell you the truth, Detective, I don’t know how helpful I can be in that area,” he said, staring at the Bible. “You see, what I remember of that tragic time is really all a blur now.”

How convenient for you, I thought.

He began to fan the Bible pages with his thumb as he continued.

“I was deep into the occult back then and not really in my right mind. In fact, ever since giving myself over to Jesus Christ, more and more of those memories seem to fade every day, thankfully. That’s the incredible power of Jesus. His forgiveness can cleanse even a man like me.”

I looked across the table for a beat. Berkowitz had his eyes closed and hands clasped in silent prayer. He seemed pretty convinced that Jesus Christ was now his personal savior.

I wasn’t so sure. I knew that one of the things serial killers tended to crave was manipulation. They exulted in their superiority over people and liked to lie for the sheer pleasure of it.

“You said you weren’t in your right mind,” I continued in order to keep the conversation flowing. “Do you think I should look for a person with mental instability? Talk to some psychiatrists maybe?”

Berkowitz nodded, opening his eyes.

“Sure, sure,” he said. “Though, like myself, there are a lot of lost individuals out there who never receive any formal psychiatric help.”

That’s when I dropped my payload, the thing I was truly interested in.

“Does the name Lawrence mean anything to you?” I said, staring into his eyes. “Think hard, David. Someone from your past or maybe someone you met in jail?”

He cocked his head again and squinted up at the ceiling.

“No,” he said slowly after a few seconds. “Should it?”

“Have you ever received any correspondence from anyone named Lawrence? An admirer perhaps?”

I kept staring into his eyes.

“Not that I remember,” he said, looking back at me serenely. “It is possible though. I do receive a lot of mail.”

I nodded as I let out a sigh. That was about it. Either Berkowitz wasn’t aware of anything or he wasn’t going to tell me. There was no connection, no lead. I’d arrived at yet another dead end.