“Did the guy look Jewish?”
“Not particularly. His hair was dark, though, almost black.”
“How was he dressed?”
“He was wearing a raincoat, kind of new-looking, you know? Freshly pressed, no wrinkles.”
“Anything else?”
“No, the raincoat covered everything. It was single-breasted, not a trench coat; I remember that.”
Detectives Anderson and Kelly arrived, then, and Dino brought them up-to-date. “Andy, you get on the phone and get out an APB for this guy. Get a bulletin out to all the hospitals in Manhattan to expect a guy answering the description to come in with a gunshot wound to the head, possibly to the left ear. Be sure and tell them he’s armed with a knife and to exercise extreme caution. I don’t want this guy cutting up a nurse.”
Anderson went to the phone, while Kelly leaned against a wall, saying nothing.
“Thank God the kid was in school,” Dino said. He wrote something on a pad, ripped it off, and handed it to the idle Kelly. “Get over there and pick up my kid at his school. That’s the address.” Kelly left. “Mary Ann, neither of you goes anywhere without a cop for a while.”
“Oh, come on, Dino,” she replied. “The guy’s not coming back. No mugger is that stupid.”
Dino looked at the floor. “You do like I tell you about this, you hear me?”
Stone went and sat on the sofa next to her. “Mary Ann,” he said, “it’s not a mugger.”
“What are you talking about?”
He turned to Dino. “It’s our guy,” he said.
“Yeah, I know,” Dino replied. “Worst fears realized.”
9
K ELLY RETURNED WITH DINO’S SON, Benedetto, a black-eyed six-year-old who looked like a tiny Sicili
an prince, taking after his mother’s line. Dino dismissed Kelly, then gathered up the boy, sat him on his lap, and explained what had happened that afternoon.
“Why don’t you just have the guy capped?” the child asked.
Dino sighed and looked at Stone. “He spent the weekend with his grandfather.” He turned back to the boy. “Because, Ben, I am a police officer, and we don’t have guys capped. We arrest them and put them in jail, remember? Now you go and get washed up for dinner. Uncle Stone is going to join us.” The boy got down from his father’s lap and ran toward his room.
“Thanks, I’d love to,” Stone said.
Mary Ann excused herself and headed for the kitchen.
“Come on into my study,” Dino said. “Let’s have a drink.”
Stone followed Dino into the handsome little walnut-paneled room, where Dino produced Stone’s favorite bourbon and a scotch for himself. It was not the study or the apartment of a New York City police lieutenant, and the books on the shelves, mostly art history, history, and biography, revealed a broader Dino than most people knew.
Stone knew that Dino’s father-in-law had acquired the apartment for his daughter in circumstances that were murky, to say the least. It was in a white-shoe, East Side cooperative building that did not ordinarily entertain applications from people whose names ended in vowels, and Stone reckoned it would sell for somewhere between a million and a half and two million dollars on the open market. Stone knew that the apartment’s purchaser and his daughter’s ownership were protected behind a complex corporate veil, and he doubted if any other member of the NYPD had ever entered the place before today. He wondered what would happen if Dino ever became the target of some in-depth departmental investigation.
“You got any thoughts about all this?” Dino asked.
At first, Stone thought he meant the apartment, then he realized what the subject was. “Oh. Not really. Certainly, Mitteldorfer’s alibi is tight. I think I’d check out the nephew in Hamburg, to see if he’s really in Germany. Might be good to check out Mitteldorfer’s visitors list, too?” He allowed himself a grin. “If you can get it out of Captain Warkowski.”
Dino raised his glass in a little toast. “Fuck you,” he said.
Stone lifted his glass. “Thanks. Have you got any ideas?”
Dino shook his head. “Not really. It’s spooky how the perp looks like Mitteldorfer used to look, though.”