Dino ignored him. “Something I remember about you, now, Herbert,” he said. “You enjoyed killing your wife, didn’t you? She was fucking somebody else, and when you found out about it, you took pleasure in cutting her throat, didn’t you?”
Mitteldorfer looked at the tabletop. “Please,” he said.
“Let’s go, Dino,” Stone said.
“All right, get out of here,” Dino said to Mitteldorfer.
Mitteldorfer rose and
, without another word, let himself out of the room. They heard him lock the door behind him.
Stone stood up and tried the door by which they had entered. “Locked,” he said. “I wonder how long it’ll be before Captain Warkowski remembers to let us out of here.”
It was nearly an hour before Captain Warkowski turned up and unlocked the door. Stone made a point of keeping his body between Warkowski and Dino.
Dino drove like a wild man all the way back to the city.
8
T HEY WERE CROSSING THE HARLEM River Bridge when Dino’s cell phone rang. He got it out, said hello, then held it away from his ear.
Stone could hear a woman’s voice, practically screaming.
“Not so loud!” Dino yelled into the phone, still holding it away from his head.
“It’s me!” the woman yelled.
“Mary Ann? What’s going on?”
She was still shouting, but not screaming; Stone could hear her clearly. “A man just attacked me! I shot him!”
“Are you all right?”
“I’m not hurt, if that’s what you mean.”
“Where did this happen?”
“On the street, outside the building.”
“Where are you now?”
“I’m in the apartment.”
“I’m on the West Side; I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. I’ll have a squad car sent. Lock the door, and don’t let anybody in but cops.”
“All right.”
Dino hung up and dug out the flasher again. “Did you get that?” he asked Stone.
“All of it.”
Dino dialed another number. “This is Bacchetti; who’s got the duty?” He paused. “Anderson? Get over to my apartment right now.” He gave the detective the address. “But first, get a squad car there. Somebody’s attacked my wife. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” Dino hung up and concentrated on his driving, roaring down the Henry Hudson Parkway, weaving in and out of the heavy traffic.
Stone put his hands on the dashboard and braced himself. He had always thought it a good possibility that he would die in a car with Dino at the wheel, and he wondered if this was going to be the day.
Dino got off the parkway at Seventy-ninth Street and charged across the West Side. He turned down Central Park West and raced to Sixty-fifth Street, then turned into the park, driving across a traffic island to break into the traffic. “I wish the hell this thing had a siren,” he said, half to himself. He overtook half a dozen cars at one go, bulling his way through the traffic from the opposite direction, miraculously not hitting another car. Two minutes after leaving the park he drove the wrong way down his block, abandoned the car in front of a fire hydrant, and ran toward his apartment building, with Stone on his heels.
The building’s doorman saw them coming. “There’s two uniforms up there already, Mr. Bacchetti,” he shouted, as they sprinted past him for the elevator. A minute later they were in the apartment, and Dino was holding Mary Ann, who didn’t seem all that flustered now.