“Whenever, just call.” Stone hung up. “Carpenter’s a little stressed,” he said.
“Who wouldn’t be?”
The duty manager came to the front desk.
Dino showed him a badge. “I’m Lieutenant Bacchetti. I need a list of all the women staying in the hotel who are traveling alone.”
“What for?” the man asked.
“There may be a lady murderer in your hotel, and I’d like to arrest her before she kills some of your guests or staff.”
“Just a minute,” the man said, then went to a computer terminal. “We’ve got three.”
“Do you know them by sight?”
“I know Mrs. King, from Dallas. She’s stayed here before. And Ms. Shapiro, from San Francisco. I don’t know Mrs. Applebaum, from Chicago.”
Dino gave him the description.
“Both Mrs. King and Ms. Shapiro fit the general description,” the manager said.
“I want to speak to both of them, but I don’t want them to know we’re the police,” Dino said. “And find me somebody who knows Mrs. Applebaum by sight.”
“Just a minute.” The manager went away for a moment and came back with another man. “This is the concierge. He knows Mrs. Applebaum, and she’s in her sixties.”
“All right, here’s what we do,” Dino said. “You make up a story that gets both women out of their rooms for long enough for us to get a look at them.”
“I could tell them we have a small fire in a suite near them, and ask them to leave their rooms for a few minutes.”
“Where will you move them?”
The manager checked his computer. “I have empty suites near both of them,” he said.
“Get us some hotel coveralls and a toolbox,” Dino said. “Let’s start with Ms. Shapiro.”
The manager took Dino and Stone into his office and ordered coveralls for them, then he picked up the phone and called the room. “Ms. Shapiro, this is the duty manager speaking. I’m sorry to disturb you, but we have a small electrical fire in the suite below you, and I’m going to have to move you temporarily to a room down the hall while the electrician checks your room. . . . Yes, I’m really very sorry. May I bring him upstairs? . . . Thank you.” He turned to Dino. “Ready?”
Dino and Stone stood on either side of the manager while he rang the doorbell. Each had his hand on a gun.
The door opened and a woman in a dressing gown greeted them.
“Thank you for your cooperation,” the manager said.
“Glad to help,” she replied.
She had a very large, and quite beautiful nose, Stone thought. He looked at Dino and shook his head.
Dino put his cell phone to his ear. “Yes? Thank you.” He turned to the manager. “The problem’s been fixed,” he said. “We won’t have to disturb Ms. Shapiro.”
“That’s good news,” the manager said. “Again, I’m very sorry, Ms. Shapiro.”
She smiled and closed the door.
Dino handed the man his cell phone. “Now, Mrs. King,” he said.
The manager called the front desk and asked for Mrs. King’s suite. “No answer,” he said. “She must be out.”
“You got a passkey?” Dino asked.