He nodded.
“What’s your name?”
The man sat impassively, not moving.
“You run his prints, yet?” Dino asked Anderson.
“Yes; no results yet.”
“You know,” Dino said to the suspect, “we’ll know who you are as soon as your fingerprints come back.”
The man motioned for something to write with.
Anderson shoved a legal pad and a ballpoint across the table.
“You’d rather write your answers?” Dino asked.
The man nodded.
“Okay, what’s your name and address?”
The man sat motionless.
“I’ll go check on the prints,” Anderson said, then left the room.
Dino sat, looking at his suspect. “Why did you kill those people?” he asked suddenly.
The man began to write. He turned the pad so that Dino could read it.
“It seemed a good idea at the time?”
The man nodded vigorously.
Anderson came back and sat down. When Dino looked at him, he shook his head.
“Nothing?” Dino asked.
Anderson shook his head again.
Dino turned back to his suspect. “Write down the names of the people you killed.”
The man began writing, then turned the pad around.
Dino read aloud. “Three women, doorman, cop, lawyer.”
“How did you kill the three women?” Dino asked.
The man made a motion as if to hit himself on the head, then drew a finger across his throat.
Stone held up four fingers, behind the man, so that he wouldn’t see.
“There were four women,” Dino said. “How’d you kill the other one?”
The man made the hitting-on-the-head motion again.
Dino shook his head.
Stone suddenly had an idea. “Herr ober!” he said sharply.