EVE STOOD, HANDS FISTED ON HER HIPS1, STUDYING the data Roarke ordered on wall screen.
“The property didn’t pop in the initial searches as it’s been retitled a number of times, and not officially owned by the same person, persons, or company for the time period you asked I check. But with a deeper search, the ownership is—buried under some clever cover—held by the Lowell Family Trust.”
“Funeral parlor2. Death house.”
“Indeed. As you see from the website history, the building first belonged to the Lowell family in the early nineteen-twenties, used both as a residence and as a funeral home. James Lowell established his business there, and lived in residence with his wife, two sons, and one daughter. The older son was killed in the Second World War, and the younger, Robert Lowell, joined the business, taking it over at his father’s death. He expanded, opening other locations in New York and New Jersey3.”
“Death’s a profitable business,” Eve commented.
“So it is. And more so during wartime. Robert Lowell’s eldest4 son, another James, joined in the business, residing in their Lower West Side location—they had a second by that time. During the Urbans, this location, the original, was used as a clinic and base camp for the Home Force. Many of the dead were brought there, and tended to by the Lowells, who were reputed to be staunch supporters of the HF.”
“The second James Lowell is too old.” With her hands on her hips, Eve studied the data. “There are some spry centurians, but not spry enough for this.”
“Agreed. But he, in turn, had a son. Only one child, from his first marriage. He was widowed when his wife died from complications in childbirth. And he subsequently remarried six years later.”
“Pop,” Eve said quietly. “Have we got the second wife? The son?”
“There’s no record of the second wife that we’ve found as yet. A lot of records were destroyed during the Urbans. And the databases were far from complete in any case.”
“It’s one of the reasons these clowns—the Lowells,” Feeney said, “were able to manipulate the records.”
“Likely for tax purposes at one time,” Roarke continued. “Changed the name from Lowell’s to Manhattan Mortuary during the Urbans—with a bogus sale of the building. Then to Sunset Bereavement5 Center, another sale, roughly twenty years ago, with a return—five years ago—to the original name, with another deed transfer in the officials.”
“Just kept switching.”
“With a bit of creative bookkeeping, I imagine,” Roarke confirmed. “It caught my interest when I read that a Lowell has been at the helm of the business for four generations. Interested enough, I scraped away a bit.”
“The man’s got a golden e-shovel6,” Feeney commented, and gave Roarke a slap on the back.
“Well, digging in, it turns out that the Lowell Family Trust owned companies that owned companies, and so on, which included the ones who ostensibly purchased the building.”
“Meaning they’ve been there all along.”
“Exactly so. And on the last generation, Robert—named for his grandfather—we have this.”
He pulled up the ID shot and data. Eve stepped closer to the screen, frowned. “He doesn’t look like Yancy’s sketch7. The eyes, yes, maybe the mouth, but he doesn’t look like the sketch. Age is right, professional data, okay. Address in London.”
“Which is the English National Opera,” Feeney put in. “We ran it.” He tapped the image on screen. “Could Yancy have been this far off?”
“Never known him to be. And we have two wits verifying. That’s not him.” Eve shoved her fingers through her hair. Time to move. “Print it out. I want a team of five: Feeney, Roarke, Peabody, McNab, Newkirk. We’ll pay a visit to a funeral home. I want the team ten minutes behind me.”
“Ten?” Roarke repeated.
“That’s right. It’s time to open that window a little wider. Time’s moving for Ariel Greenfeld. And this might be when he makes his move on me, either en route to this place or when I’m inside it.”
She held up a hand as Yancy came in. “Feeney, get us a warrant. I don’t want any trouble going through that building. Yancy, give me a face.”
“Here she is.”
A strong face, Eve thought. Strong and very feminine, almond-shaped eyes, slim nose, a wide, full mouth, and a cascade8 of dark hair. She was smiling, looking directly out. Her shoulders were bare but for two slim, sparkling straps10. Around her neck was a glittering chain holding a pendant in the shape of a tree.
Tree of Life, Eve remembered. “Well, son of a bitch.” Another point for the Romanian psychic11.
“Callendar, get a copy of this face. Find her. Run a data match for her picture. Search the newspapers, the magazines, the media reports from 1980 through 2015. Cross-check her with opera.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Yancy.” Eve jerked her chin at the image still on screen. “That’s what his official ID has him looking like.”
“No.” Yancy just shook his head. “No way. Trina had him. This is a relative, maybe. Brother, cousin. But that’s not the guy Trina gave me, or the one Ms. Pruitt described from Tiffany’s.”
“Okay. Morris, you all right working on the meds alone?”
“I can handle it.”
“You get a hit, I get the buzz. Let’s move it, people. Ten minutes at my back. And nobody comes inside until I give the signal.”
“Sarifina York’s memorial is being held there,” Roarke reminded her. “It would be completely appropriate for me to pay my respects.”
Eve gave it a moment’s thought. “Ten minutes at my back,” she repeated. “Unless I signal sooner, you come on in to pay your respects. Get us that warrant, Feeney.”
“Vest and wire,” Roarke said, firmly.
“Yeah, yeah. In the garage. In five.” She strode out to prep.
When she pulled out of the garage, Eve’s instincts were tuned12 for a tail. And her mind was on Ariel.
S he prayed to pass out, but the pain wouldn’t allow the escape. Even when he stopped, finally stopped, agony kept her above the surface. She tried to think of her friends, her family, of the life she’d led before, but it all seemed so distant, so separate. Nothing that had been would come clearly into focus.
There was only now, only the pain, only him.
And the time ticking away on the wall screen. Seven hours, twenty-three minutes, and the seconds clicking by.
So Ariel thought of how she would make him pay for taking away everything she had. Her life, her sense of order, her pleasures, her hopes. If only she could get free, she would make him pay for stripping her bare.
Talk, she reminded herself. Find a way to make him talk again.
Make him talk, and live.
E ve didn’t spot a tail, and found that it pissed her off. What if he’d changed his mind about trying for her? If she’d somehow scared him off, and even now he was moving in on another innocent woman?
“At location,” she said. “And heading in. Feeney, make me smile.”
“Warrant’s coming through.”
“All right. Keep the chatter13 down. Ten minutes, on the mark.”
Studying the building, she crossed the sidewalk. Three floors, including basement. Riot bars, solid security. Solid, if faded, red brick. Two entrances in the front, and two in the back, with emergency exits front and back, top floor.
If Ariel was inside, odds14 were on the basement. Main level was public, third level public and staff.
She climbed the steps, pressed the buzzer15.
The door was opened moments later by a dark-skinned woman in dignified16 black. “Good afternoon. How can I help you?”
Eve held up her badge. “Sarifina York.”
“Yes, we’re gathering17 in the Tranquility Room. Please come in.”
Eve stepped in, scanned the area. The wide central hallway split the main floor in two parts. The air smelled of flowers and polish. She could see through the open double pocket doors to her left that several people had already arrived to memorialize Sarifina.
“I’ll need to speak to whoever’s in charge.”
“Of the service?”
“Of the business.”
“Oh. Of course. Mr. Travers is with a client just at the moment, but—”
“What about Mr. Lowell?”
“Mr. Lowell isn’t in residence. He lives in Europe. But Mr. Travers is head of operations.”
“When’s the last time Mr. Lowell’s been here?”
“I couldn’t really say. I’ve been with Lowell’s for two years, and haven’t met him. I believe you could say he’s essentially18 retired19. Would you like to speak with Mr. Travers?”
“Yeah. You’ll have to interrupt him. This is official police business.”
“Of course.” As if she heard the phrase “official police business” every day, the woman smiled serenely20 as she gestured. “If you’ll come with me, I’ll take you to one of the waiting rooms upstairs.”
Eve looked into the Tranquility Room as she passed. There were photographs of Sarifina, the flowers were plentiful21, and the music was the retro big band sound the deceased had loved.
“What’s in the basement?” Eve asked as they went upstairs.
“It’s a work area. Preparation areas. Many of the bereaved22 request or require viewings of those they’ve lost.”
“Yes.”
“How many work down there, routinely?”
“We have a mortician, a technician, and a stylist on staff.”
Stylist, Eve thought. No point in being unfashionably dead.
The woman led her to a small waiting room full of quiet, flowers, and soft-cushioned furniture. “I’ll tell Mr. Travers you’re waiting. Please be comfortable.”
Alone, Eve wandered the room. Not here, she thought. It didn’t make sense for him to have brought Ariel and the others here, where work went on throughout the building. Too many people. Too much business.
He wasn’t part of a troupe24, but a solo act.
But this was a conduit, she was sure of it. Just as she was damn sure Robert Lowell, or whatever he was currently calling himself, wasn’t in London.
Travers came in. He was tall, reed thin, with a comfortable if somber25 face. If Eve had been casting funeral directors, he’d have been her top pick.
“Officer?”
“Lieutenant26. Dallas.”
“Kenneth Travers.” Since he offered his hand as he crossed to her, Eve took it. “I’m director here. How may I help you?”
“I’m looking for Robert Lowell.”
“Yes, so Marlee indicated. Mr. Lowell lives in Europe, and has for some years now. While he retains ownership of the organization, he has very little actual involvement with the day-to-day operations.”
“How do you get in touch with him?”
“Through his solicitors27 in London.”
“I’ll need the name of the firm, and a contact number.”
“Yes, of course.” Travers folded his hands at his waist. “I’m sorry, may I ask what this is in reference to?”
“We believe he’s connected to an ongoing28 investigation29.”
“You’re investigating the murders of the two women who were found recently. Is that correct?”
“That would be right.”
“But Mr. Lowell is in London.” He repeated the information slowly, and with what seemed to be a wealth of patience. “Or traveling. He travels quite extensively, I understand.”
“When did you see him last?”
“Five, perhaps six years ago. Yes, I believe it would be six.”
Eve pulled out the ID print. “Is this Robert Lowell?”
“Why yes, yes it is. I’m very confused, Lieutenant. This is Robert Lowell, the first. He’s been dead for, my goodness, nearly forty years. His portrait hangs in my office.”
“Is that so?” Smart, Eve decided30. Some smart son of a bitch. “How about this man?” She took out Yancy’s sketch.
“Yes, that’s the current Mr. Lowell, or a close likeness31.” His color receded32 a bit as he looked from the sketch to Eve. “I saw this displayed on screen, on media reports. I honestly never connected it. I—as I said—I haven’t seen Mr. Lowell in several years, and I never…I simply didn’t see him in this until you asked just now.
“But you see, there has to be some mistake. Mr. Lowell is a very quiet and solitary33 man. He couldn’t possibly—”
“That’s what they all say. I have a team arriving momentarily, with a warrant. We need to go through this building.”
“But Lieutenant Dallas, I assure you he’s not here.”
“It happens I believe you, but we still go through the building. Where does he stay when he comes to New York?”
“I don’t honestly know. It’s so rare…and it wasn’t my place to ask.” Travers’s fingers moved up to the knot of his somber tie, brushed there twice.
“There was a second location on the Lower West Side during the Urbans.”
“Yes, yes, I believe so. But we’ve been the only location downtown for as long as I’ve been associated with the company.”
“How long would that be?”
“Lieutenant, I’ve been director here for almost fifteen years. I’ve only had direct contact with Mr. Lowell a handful of times at best. He’s made it clear he doesn’t like to be disturbed.”
“I bet. I need the lawyers, Mr. Travers, and any other information on Robert Lowell you have. What do you know about his stepmother?”
“His…I think she was killed during the Urban Wars. As she wasn’t, to my knowledge, involved with the business, the information I have on her is very minimal34.”
“Name?”
“I’m so sorry, I don’t know it offhand35. It might be in our records. Well, this is—this is all very disturbing.”
“Yeah,” Eve said dryly. “Murder can just ruin a perfectly36 good funeral.”
“I only meant—” Color came into his cheeks, then died away. “I understand you must do your job. But, Lieutenant, we have a memorial in progress for one of the women who was killed. I have to ask you and your men to be discreet37. This is an extremely difficult and delicate time for Ms. York’s friends and family.”
“I’m going to make sure Ariel Greenfeld’s friends and family don’t end up in your Tranquility Room anytime soon.”
T hey were as discreet as a half a dozen cops could be, with Feeney and McNab tackling the electronics for any data. Eve stood in the basement prep room with Roarke.
“Not much different from the morgue. Smaller,” she noted38, scanning the steel worktables, the gullies on the sides, the hoses and tubes and tools. “I guess he got some of his knowledge of anatomy39 working here. Might have had some of his early practice sessions on corpses40.”
“Charming thought.”
“Yeah, well, being as they were already dead—hopefully—it probably didn’t upset them too much. Oh, and FYI? When my time comes, I don’t want the preservatives41 and the stylist. You can just build a big fire, slide me in. Then you can throw yourself on the pyre to show your wild grief and constant devotion.”
“I’ll make a note of it.”
“Nothing down here for us. I want the second location that was up and running during the Urbans. Any other properties owned by Lowell, in any of his guises42 or fronts.”
“I’ll get to it,” Roarke told her.
She drew out her communicator, scowled43 at the buzzing static. “Reception’s crappy down here. Let’s go up. I want to see if Callendar had any luck with the stepmother.
“She could have had property in her name,” Eve continued as they started out. “Maybe he uses that. Lawyers are dragging their feet, as the breed’s prone44 to do. Between Whitney and Tibble they’ll cut through that bullshit quickly enough.”
“If he continues to be smart,” Roarke commented, “the lawyers would only lead you to a numbered account and message service. He covers himself well.”
“Then we’ll tackle the account and the service. Fucker’s in New York. He has a bolt-hole here, a work space, transportation. And one of these lines we’re yanking is going to bring us down on him.”
Eve had no more than reached the main level when her communicator beeped. “Dallas.”
“Found her!” Callendar all but sang it. “Edwina Spring. Found her in the music and entertainment section of an old Times. Opera sensation, if you believe the hype. Prodigy45. Barely eighteen when she bowled over New York at the Met. I’ve got more coming up now that I’ve got her name.”
“Run a multitask. See if you can find any property in the city listed under her name.”
“On it.”
“Get it all together, Callendar. I’ve got a stop to make, then I’m heading in.”
“What stop?” Roarke wanted to know.
“Pella. He knows something. His medicals confirm he’s clocking out, and is barely able to walk across the room. But he knows something, and I’m not dicking around with him.”
“You weren’t tailed here.”
“That’s right.”
“Then it’s unlikely you’ll be tailed from here. As Peabody’s busy, I’ll go with you to see this Pella.”
“I can handle myself.”
“You certainly can. But do you want to pull any part of the team here off to run your wire? Simpler, quicker, if I go with you, then the rest of them meet us back at Central.”
“Maybe.” And for the sake of expediency46, she shrugged47. “Fine.”
W hen they arrived at Pella’s, there was a great deal of objecting and hand-fluttering from both the housekeeping and medical droids. Eve just pushed through it.
“If you’ve got a complaint, report it to the chief of police. Or the mayor. Yeah, the mayor loves to get complaints from droids.”
“We’re obliged to look after Mr. Pella, to see to his health and comfort.”
Obviously, some joker had programmed the housekeeping droid to whine48. “None of you are going to feel very healthy or comfortable if I haul you into Central. So move aside or I’ll cite you for obstructing49 justice.”
Eve elbowed the medical away, shoved open the bedroom door. “Stay back, out of eyeline,” she said quietly to Roarke. “He might not talk if he sees I’ve brought company.”
It was dim, as it had been before, and she could hear the steady rasps of Pella sucking air through the breather.
“I said I didn’t want to be disturbed until I called for you.” His voice was testy50, and sounded years older than it had the day before. “I’ll have you broken down into circuits and limbs if you don’t give me some damn peace.”
“That would be tough to manage from where you are,” Eve commented.
He stirred, his eyes opened to latch51 on to hers. “What do you want? I don’t have to talk to you. I spoke52 with my lawyer.”
“Fine, speak with him again and tell him to meet you at Central. He’ll explain that I can hold you there for twenty-four hours as a material witness to homicide.”
“What kind of bullshit is this! I haven’t witnessed anything but those damn droids hovering53 like vultures for the past six months.”
“You’re going to tell me what you know, Pella, or a good chunk54 of the time you’ve got left is going to be spent with me. Robert Lowell. Edwina Spring. Tell me.”
He shifted restlessly in the bed, plucked at the sheet. “If you know so much, why do you need me?”
“Look, you son of a bitch.” She leaned over him. “Twenty-five women are dead, and another is in dire9 straits. She may be dying.”
“I am dying! I fought for this city. I bled for it. I lost the only thing in the world that mattered, and nothing has mattered since. What do I care about some women?”
“Her name’s Ariel. She bakes for a living. She has a neighbor across the hall from her pretty little apartment. Seems like a nice guy. She doesn’t know he’s in love with her, doesn’t know he came to me today desperate and scared, pleading with me to find her. Her name is Ariel, and you’re going to tell me what you know.”
Pella turned his head away, stared toward the draped windows. “I don’t know anything.”
“You lying fucker.” She grabbed hold of his breather, saw his eyes go wide. She wouldn’t actually rip it off—probably wouldn’t—but he didn’t know that. “You want to take another breath?”
“The droids know you’re in here. If anything happens to me—”
“What? Like you just—oops—fall over dead when I happen to be talking to you? An officer of the law, sworn to protect and serve. And with a witness to back me up?”
“What witness?”
Eve glanced over, jerked her head so that Roarke stepped into Pella’s view. “If this fucker just happened to kick it when I was duly questioning him about his knowledge of a suspect, it would be an accident, right?”
“Absolutely.” Roarke smiled, cold and calm. “An unforeseen event.”
“You know who he is,” Eve said when Pella’s eyes wheeled. “And who I am. Roarke’s cop, that’s what you called me. Believe me when I tell you if you happen to stop breathing, and I lie about how that might’ve happened, he’ll swear to it.”
“On a bloody55 stack of Bibles,” Roarke confirmed.
“But you’re not ready to die yet, are you, Pella?” Her hand stayed firm on the breather when he batted at it. “It shows in the eyes when someone’s not ready to die yet. So, if you want that next breath, then the one that comes after, you tell me the goddamn truth. You know Robert Lowell. You knew Edwina Spring.”
“Let go of it.” He wheezed56 in air. “I’ll have you up on charges.”
“You’ll be dead, and the dead don’t scare me. You knew them. Next breath, Pella, say yes.”
“Yes, yes.” He shoved his hand at Eve’s, and the harsh sound of his labored57 breath eased when she lifted it. “Yes, I knew them. But not to speak to. They were the elite58. I was only a soldier. Get the hell away from me.”
“Not a chance. Tell me what you know.”
Pella’s eyes ticked over to Roarke, back to Eve. Then, for a moment, he simply closed them. “He was about my age—a few years younger—but he didn’t serve. Soft.” Pella’s hand trembled a little as it came up, stroked over the breather to be sure it was in the correct position. “Soft look about him, and he had his family money at his back, of course. His type never got dirty, never risked their own skin. She…I need water.”
Eve glanced over, saw the cup with a straw on the bedside table. She picked it up, held it out.
“I can’t hold the damn thing. It’s bad today. Worse since you got here.”
Saying nothing, she angled it down so he could guide the straw with a trembling hand to the opening in the breather.
“What about her?”
“Beautiful. Young, elegant, a voice like an angel. She would come to the base sometimes, sing for us. Opera, almost always Italian opera. She’d break your heart with every note.”
“You have a thing for her, Pella?”
“Bitch,” he muttered. “What would you know of real love? Therese was everything. But I loved what Edwina was, what she brought us. Hope and beauty.”
“She came to the base on Broome?”
“Yes, on Broome.”
“They lived there, didn’t they?”
“No. Before I think, but not during the fighting, not while soldiers were based there. After, who the hell knows, who the hell cares? But when I was assigned there, they didn’t live in the base on Broome. They had another place, another place on the West Side.”
“Where?”
“It was a long time ago. I was never there, not a foot soldier like me. Some of the others went, officers, and you heard things. Yeah, some of the officers, and the Stealths.”
She felt the next click. “The coverts59?”
“Yes. You’d hear things. I heard things.” He closed his eyes. “It hurts to go back there.” For the first time, his voice sounded weak. “And I can’t stop going back there.”
“I’m sorry for all you lost, Mr. Pella.” And in that moment she was. “But Ariel Greenfeld is alive, and she needs help. What did you hear back then that might help her?”
“How the hell do I know?”
“It would have to do with her, with Edwina Spring. She died, did she?”
“Everyone dies.” But his hand came to his breather again, and his eyes watched Eve warily60 over it. “I heard her—Edwina—talking to a soldier I knew. Young first lieutenant, sent down from upstate. Can’t remember his name. They’d slip off when she’d come to sing. Or you could see the way they looked at each other. The way Therese and I looked at each other.”
“They were lovers?”
“Probably. Or wanted to be. She was young, a lot younger than Taker.”
“Who? Taker?”
“That’s what they called Lowell—James Lowell.”
“Because he took the bodies the dead wagon61 brought in,” Eve said, remembering Dobbins’s comment.
“That’s right. She was half his age, vital, beautiful. He was too damn old for her, and…and there was something in his eyes. In the old man’s, too, his father. Something in their eyes that brought the hair up on the back of the neck.”
“They found out about her and the soldier.”
“Yes. I think they were going to run away. He wouldn’t have been the first to desert, or the last. It was summer. We had the sector62 secured, temporarily in any case. I went out, just to walk, to remind myself what we were fighting for. I heard them talking, behind one of the supply tents. Her voice, you couldn’t mistake it for anyone else’s. They were talking about going north, up into the mountains. A lot of people had fled the city for the mountains, the country, and he still had family up that way.”
“She was going to leave her husband, run off with this soldier.” And Robert Lowell, Eve calculated, would have been around twenty.
“I didn’t let them know I was there. I wouldn’t have turned him in. I knew what it was to love someone, and be afraid for her.
“I backtracked a little, then crossed the street so they wouldn’t know I’d been close. Give them privacy, you know. Fucking little privacy back then. And I saw him, on the other side of the tent, listening to them.”
“Lowell,” Eve realized. “The younger one.”
“He looked like he was in a trance. I’d heard he had a mental condition. There were whispers, but I thought it was just the excuse they used to keep him out of the fight. But when I looked across the street, when I looked at him, there was something not right. No, not right at all. I need water.”
Once again, Eve lifted the cup and straw to his mouth.
“He turned them in.”
“He must have. There was nothing I could do, not with him there. I was going to warn them later, warn the lieutenant about the kid. But I never got the chance. I went up the block, debating with myself on what I should or shouldn’t do—wanted to talk to Therese about it first. They were gone when I came back. The soldier off on assignment, and Edwina back home. I never saw either of them alive again.”
“What happened to them?”
“It was more than a week later.” His voice was tiring, genuinely, she judged. She wouldn’t get much more. “The soldier was listed as AWOL, and she hadn’t been back. I thought they’d gotten away. Then one night, I went out for sentry63 duty. She was on the sidewalk. No one would ever say how whoever had tossed her there had gotten through the posts. She was dead.”
A tear slid out of his eye, tracked around the side of the breather. “I’d seen bodies like that before, I knew how they came to be like that.”
“Torture?”
“They’d done despicable things to her, then tossed her, naked and mangled64, on the street like garbage. They’d shorn off her hair, and had ripped up her face, but I knew who she was. They’d left her wearing the Tree of Life necklace she always wore. As if to make certain there would be no mistake.”
“You thought the Lowells did it? Her husband, father-in-law, stepson.”
“They said she’d been taken and tortured by the enemy, but it was a lie. I’d seen that kind of work before, and it had been on the enemy. The old man was a torturer. Everyone knew it, and everyone was careful not to speak of it too loudly. If they believed a prisoner had information, they took him to Robert Lowell—the old one.
“When they came to get her, he wept like a baby, the one you’re looking for now.” Pella’s eyes opened, and they were fierce despite his flagging voice. “When he saw her under the sheet we covered her with, he wept like a woman. Two days later, I lost Therese. Nothing mattered after that.”
“Why didn’t you tell the police this nine years ago when these murders started?”
“I didn’t think of a dead woman from a lifetime ago. I never thought of it, nor of her. Why would I? Then, I saw that sketch. A long time ago, but I thought there was something familiar. When you came yesterday, I knew who he was.”
“If you’d given me this yesterday, given me his name, you might have spared Ariel twenty-four hours of pain.”
Pella just turned his head away and closed his eyes. “We all have pain.”
R iding on disgust, Eve stormed out of Pella’s town house. “Miserable bastard65. I need any and all properties owned by the Lowells, or Edwina Spring, during the Urbans. Get out that damn golden shovel and dig.”
“You drive, and you’ll have it,” Roarke told her, already working with his PPC.
She got behind the wheel, then tagged Callendar at Central. “Any more data?”
“Data, yes, property, no. I can tell you Spring retired—with great lamentations from opera buffs, at the age of twenty when she married the wealthy and prominent James Lowell. There’s society stuff after that. This gala, that party, then interest in her seemed to fade out some.
“But I found her death record. She’s listed as Edwina Roberti. Data reads opera singer, and that she was survived by her spouse66, Lowell, Robert. COD67 is listed as suicide. There’s no image, Lieutenant, but it’s got to be her.”
“It’s her.”
“And, Lieutenant, Morris has something.”
“Put me through.”
“Dallas, the Manhattan Family Center on First. There’s a children’s psychiatric wing that was funded by the Lowells in the late twentieth. Endowment continues through a trust. I’ve spoken with the chief of staff. Saturday they received an unexpected visit from the Lowell Family Trust’s representative. A Mr. Edward Singer. At his request, he was taken through the facility. Their drug count’s off.”
She calculated the distance. “I’ll send somebody over to get a statement.”
“Dallas, they keep their security discs, in full, for seven days. They have him on disc.”
“We’ll pick ’em up. We’ll have sweepers go over the drug cabinet. Maybe we’ll keep getting lucky. Nice going, Morris.”
“Felt good.”
“Know what you mean. Out.” She clicked off, looked over at Roarke as she switched over to Peabody’s communicator. “We’re building the cage. All we have to do is throw the bastard in it.”
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