Stone tugge
d at his partner’s sleeve. “Let’s see Leary.”
Lieutenant Leary, the squad’s commanding officer, was in his tiny, glassed-in cubicle, reading Sasha Nijinsky’s diary. He looked up and waved the two detectives in. “Well, it took a fuckin’ celebrity swan dive to get you back on the street, didn’t it, Barrington?”
“I saw it happen,” Stone said. “From the street.” He took Leary through everything that had happened at the apartment.
“So, where’s Nijinsky now?” he asked.
“It’s like this, I think,” Stone said. “The ambulance was taking her to Lenox Hill when it got broadsided by a fire truck. Another ambulance was called and took the driver and his partner to Bellevue. The driver’s alive, but doesn’t know what happened to Nijinsky. The partner’s dead.”
“So, to ask my question again, where’s Nijinsky?”
“We don’t know. She wasn’t at Bellevue. We looked at everybody there.”
“Not in the Bellevue emergency room,” Leary said.
“No. Not anywhere at Bellevue. We checked it out thoroughly. Not at the city morgue either. They’ll call me if she shows up.”
Leary looked bemused. “What the fuck is goin’ on here?”
“Probably homicide – attempted homicide, if she’s still alive.”
“Because of the guy you chased down the stairs?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe he was the pizza deliveryman, got there in time to see her take the dive, then ran.”
“Maybe. It feels like a homicide.”
“And maybe a kidnapping, too. If the lady fell twelve stories and then her ambulance got whopped by a fire truck, she ain’t walking around out there somewhere, right?”
Dino piped up. “If she’s dead, is it a corpsenapping? And is that a crime?”
Leary tapped the diary with a stubby finger. “You read this?”
“Only the last page,” Stone said.
“The last page was one of her better days. This was a very unhappy lady.”
“She was about to become the only female news anchor on a major network. I would have thought she had it all.”
“Anybody would think so. But she sounds scared to me. Maybe afraid she couldn’t cut it.”
“Maybe. It’s a natural enough reaction.”
“The diary makes her sound like a suicide.”
“Maybe,” Stone said. “I don’t think so.”
“Okay, here’s what happened, maybe,” Leary said. “You get this big pileup on Lex, and two ambulances respond. You know how competitive they are. One goes to Bellevue with the driver and the other guy, and the other ambulance goes to some other hospital.”
“That’s what I figured,” Dino said.
“Run it down,” Leary replied. He handed the diary to Stone. “Read that and tell me she didn’t try to knock herself off.”
Stone and Dino spent the rest of the night calling every hospital in Manhattan and reading Sasha Nijinsky’s diary.