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“There you go. Heidi and I parted on great terms,” the writer said. “I’m sure you’ll hear the same from Jane Hale in Boston and Ava Firsching in Berlin.”
“Detective Hale is on her honeymoon.”
“In Australia,” he said. “I know because I attended her wedding. And I one hundred percent guarantee you that Ava will also speak well of me.”
“Why wouldn’t they?” I said. “You gave them the credit for making substantive breakthroughs in the investigations when you, in fact, made those logical leaps.”
Tull’s face screwed up. “Name one.”
“You, not Jane Hale, first theorized that the electrocutions in the greater Boston area were connected.”
“That’s false,” Tull said. “Jane came up with that theory the night of the retirement of her old partner. Jane got quite drunk on whiskey and told me she was going to look into other electrocutions in and around Boston. I just reminded her the next day.”
“Why not just write that, then?” Sampson asked.
“Because Jane is ordinarily a teetotaler and would have been embarrassed if I’d described how plastered she was.”
I said, “You told Ava Firsching to return the focus of her investigation to the Berlin Zoo, didn’t you?”
“I may have suggested it,” he said. “But isn’t that a tried-and-true investigative method? Going back and looking again?”
There was no disputing that, so I said, “What aboutDoctor’s Orders? I talked to Heidi Parks yesterday and she said it was your idea to look into malpractice suits.”
The writer shrugged. “I don’t remember it that way, but so what? Isn’t it logical to look into the dark underbellies of the victims? Isn’t that what you preached in one of your lectures at Quantico, Dr. Cross?”
That was true and it caused me to sit back. “Still doesn’t explain why you kept yourself out of the narratives in three of the biggest breaks in the cases.”
Tull sighed and for several moments watched me with no guile that I could see.
“I find it odd that you’re, in a sense, criticizing me for being humble, for letting the spotlight shine where it should—on the detectives who drove the cases,” he said at last. “But I’ll tell you what, Dr. Cross. If you’ll let me observe the investigation and I come up with an angle that you two had not considered and it turns out to be big, I’ll take the credit. One hundred percent. Does that work for you?”
CHAPTER 54
Manhattan
BREE WATCHED FROM THEobservation booth as Frances Duchaine entered the interrogation room with Katrina French, her young attorney. Wearing a widow-black pantsuit and dark sunglasses, Duchaine folded herself into a chair across the table from Detectives Salazar and Thompson.
Her attorney said, “We’re here as a courtesy, Detectives.”
Salazar was having none of it. “Did you want your client to come in under a subpoena? Or in handcuffs?”
French stiffened. “I’m saying that Ms. Duchaine is here to help in any way she can. She’s devastated and horrified by what happened.”
A tear trickled from under the fashion designer’s glasses and dribbled down her cheek.
“No doubt,” Thompson said. “And if your client won’t mind taking off the shades?”
Though she appeared to be grieving, Duchaine had not lost her flair for the dramatic; she tore off the glasses and said in a hoarse voice, “What can you tell me? Did Paula suffer? Ari? Were they afraid before they passed?”
Salazar said, “Ms. Watkins was shot at close range between the eyes in the dark. I don’t even think she felt fear before she died. Mr. Bernstein may have been frightened, but I do not believe he suffered.”
Duchaine’s lower lip trembled and more tears ran. Her attorney handed her a tissue, and she dabbed at her swollen eyes.
“Who would do such a thing to them?” she whispered. “And why?”
Detective Thompson said, “Who? We think they were professional killers. And why? We were hoping you could help us with that.”
The fashion icon’s lips drew back as she gazed wide-eyed at her hands, as if trying to see through them into some unknowable universe. “I have been asking myself why since I heard,” she said quietly. “I can’t come up with one good answer.”
