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“Is it true Linnie Dyson was killed by mistake?”
Eve reined in her temper. “In my opinion, the murder of a nine-year-old child is always a mistake. My only statement at this time is that all resources of the NYPSD will be utilized to identify those responsible for the death of that child. This case is open and active and we are pursuing any and all possible leads. The next one who asks me a question,” she continued as they were hurled at her, “will be banned from the official media conference. Moreover, you will be cited for obstruction of justice and tossed in the tank if you don’t get the living hell out of my way so I can do my job.”
She strode forward; they scrambled back. As the doorman pulled open the door for her, he muttered, “Nice work.”
He came in behind her, leaving the two wide-shoulders to deal with any loitering press.
“You’ll want to see the Dysons,” he began. “They’ve asked not to be disturbed.”
“I’m sorry. They’ll have to be.”
“I understand. I’d appreciate it if you’d let me call up first, let them know you’re down here. Give them a couple of minutes to . . . Mother of God.” His eyes filled with tears. “That little girl. I saw her every day. She was a sweetheart. I can’t believe . . . Sorry.”
Eve waited while he pulled out a cloth, mopped at his face.
“You knew her, and the Swisher girl. Nixie.”
“Nixie Pixie.” He balled the cloth in his hand. “I’d call her that sometimes when she came over to visit. Those kids were like sisters. The reports this morning are saying she’s okay. That Nixie, she’s alive.”
She judged him to be six feet, and in fighting trim. “What’s your name?”
“Springer. Kirk Springer.”
“I can’t give you any information right now, Springer. It’s against procedure. You see a lot of people come in and out of here, a lot of people pass on the street. Have you noticed anybody hanging around, maybe a vehicle that was parked in the vicinity that wasn’t familiar?”
“No.” He cleared his throat. “Building’s got security cameras on the entrance. I can get clearance, get you copies of the discs.”
“I’d appreciate it.”
“Anything I can do. That kid, she was a sweetheart. Excuse me, I’ll call upstairs.” He paused. “Officer?”
“Lieutenant.”
“Lieutenant. The Dysons, they’re good people. Always got a word for you, you know? Don’t forget you on your birthday or Christmas. So anything I can do.”
“Thank you, Springer.” When he walked away to make the call, Eve said, “Run him.”
“Sir, you don’t think—”
“No, but run him anyway. Get the names of the other doormen, and the security staff, the building manager, the maintenance staff. Run the works.”
“It’s 6-B, Lieutenant.” Springer’s eyes were still teary when he came back. “To the left of the elevator. Mrs. Dyson’s waiting for you. Again, appreciate you dispersing the hounds out there. These people deserve their privacy.”
“No problem. Springer, you think of anything, give me a heads-up at Central.”
When they stepped into the elevator, Peabody read off from her pocket unit. “He’s married, two kids, Upper West Sider. No criminal. Employed here the last nine years.”
“Military or police training?”
“No. But he’d have to have security orientation—personal and building—to rate a gig on a building like this.”
With a nod, Eve stepped off, turned left. The door to 6-B opened before she rang the bell.
Jenny Dyson looked older than she had the day before. Older, pale, with that distant look Eve saw in accident victims struggling between shock and pain.
“Mrs. Dyson, thank you for seeing us.”
“You found him. You found the man who killed my Linnie.”
