"I got your message," Durkin said. "I tried you at your hotel but they said you were out."
"I was on my way there now," I said. "I thought I'd take a chance, see if I'd catch you in."
"Well, today's your lucky day, Matt. Have a seat."
"A fellow came to see me yesterday," I said. "Lyman Warriner."
"The brother. I figured he'd call you. You gonna do something for him?"
"If I can," I said. I had palmed a hundred-dollar bill and I tucked it between his fingers. "I appreciate the referral."
We were alone in the office, so he felt free to unfold the bill and look at it. "It's a good one," I assured him. "I was there when they printed it."
"Now I feel better," he said. "No, what I was just thinking is I shouldn't even take this from you. You want to know why? Because it's not just a case of throwing a couple of bucks your way and keeping the citizen happy. I'm glad you took the guy on. I'd love to see you do him some good."
"You think Thurman did his wife?"
"Do I think? I fucking know it."
"How?"
He considered the question. "I don't know," he said. "Cop instinct. How's that?"
"It sounds good to me. Between your cop instinct and Lyman's feminine intuition, I figure Thurman's lucky to be walking around free."
"Have you met the guy, Matt?"
"No."
"See if you don't read him the same way I did. He's one phony son of a bitch, I swear to God. I caught that case, I was the first person in there after the blues who responded to the 911 call. I saw him then, when he was still in shock and bleeding from a head wound and with his face red and raw from where he'd worked the tape off of his mouth. I saw him I don't know how many times over the next couple of weeks. Matt, he never rang true. I just did not buy that he was sorry she was dead."
"That wouldn't necessarily mean he killed her."
"That's a point. I've known killers who were sorry their victim was dead and I suppose it works the other way around. And I'm not setting myself up as Joseph Durkin the Human Polygraph. I can't always tell when somebody's lying. But with him it's easy. If his lips are moving, he's feeding you a line of shit."
"All by himself?"
He shook his head. "I don't see how. The woman was raped fore and aft with signs of forced entry. Semen deposited vaginally was definitely not from the husband. Different blood type."
"And in back?"
"No semen deposited anally. Maybe the guy in back was practicing safe sex."
"Rape in the modern age," I said.
"Well, it's all those leaflets the Surgeon General mailed out, raising the level of public consciousness and all. Anyway, from the looks of it you got your two burglars just the way the husband told it."
"Any other physical evidence besides semen?"
"Short and curlies. Seem to be two types, one that's definitely not the husband's, the other that's a possible. The thing is, you can't tell too much from pubic hair. You can tell both samples are from male Caucasians but that's about all you can get. Plus it doesn't prove anything if some of the hairs are Thurman's, because they were married, for Christ's sake, and it's not unheard of to carry your husband's pubic hair around in your bush for a day or two."
I thought for a moment. I said, "In order for Thurman to have done it solo-"
"Couldn't happen."
"Sure it could. All he needed was some foreign semen and pubic hair."
"How would he come by that? Blow a sailor and spit in a Glad bag?"
I thought fleetingly of Lyman Warriner's perception of Thurman as a closet case. "I suppose that's as good a way as any," I said. "I'm just running through what's remotely possible and what isn't. One way or another he obtained specimens of foreign semen and hair. He went to the party with his wife, came home-"
"Climbed three flights of stairs and told her to wait a minute while he forced entry to the Gottschalk apartment. 'Look, honey, I learned this neat way to open doors without the key.' "
"The door was forced?"
"Jimmied."
"That could have been done after."
"After what?"
"After he'd killed her and before he called 911. Say he had a key to the Gottschalk place."
"That's not what the Gottschalks say."
"He could have had one without them knowing about it."
"They had a couple of locks on the door."
"He could have had a couple of keys. 'Hang on, honey, I promised Roy and Irma I'd water the plants.' "
"That's not their names. Alfred Gottschalk, that's the lawyer. I forget the wife's name."
" 'I promised Alfred and Whatsername I'd water the plants.' "
"At one in the morning?"
"What's the difference? Maybe he says he wants to borrow a book from the Gottschalks, something he's been wanting to read. Maybe they're both a little giddy from the party and he tells her they'll sneak into the Gottschalk apartment and screw in their bed."
" 'It'll be exciting, honey, like before we were married.' "
"That's the idea. He gets her in there, he kills her, he makes it look like rape, he plants the physical evidence, the sperm and the pubic hairs. Did they find anything under her nails, anything to suggest she scratched anybody?"
"No, but he didn't say anything about her fighting them off. And you had two of them, so one could hold her hands while the other made whoopee."
"Let's get back to the idea of him doing it all by himself. He kills her and fakes the rape. He sets the stage in the Gottschalk apartment, makes it look like the place was burglarized. Did you get the Gottschalks to come up and see what was missing?"
He nodded. "He came up, Alfred. He said his wife's been ill, she's supposed to avoid unnecessary travel. They keep a couple hundred dollars cash in the refrigerator for emergencies, and that was gone. There was some jewelry missing, heirloom stuff, cuff links and rings he'd inherited but doesn't wear. Jewelry of hers, but he couldn't describe it because he didn't know what she'd taken toFlorida and what was in the safe-deposit box. The good stuff was all in the bank or inFlorida, so he didn't expect the loss would amount to much, but he'd have to have Ruth make up a detailed list of what was missing. That's the wife's name, Ruth. I knew it would come to me."
"What about furs?"
"She doesn't own any. She's an animal-rights activist. Not that she'd need a fur coat in the first place, spending six months and a day inFlorida every year."
"Six months and a day?"
"Minimum, so they qualify asFlorida residents for tax purposes. There's no state income tax inFlorida."
"I thought he was retired."
"Well, he still has an income. From investments and so on."
"Anyway, no furs," I said. "Anything bulky? A stereo, a television set?"
"Nothing. There were two TVs, a big rear-projection set in the living room and a smaller model in the back bedroom. They unplugged the bedroom set and moved it into the living room but left it there. The way it reads, they were planning on taking the set and they either forgot it in the excitement or decided not to risk looking suspicious, not with a dead woman in the apartment."
"Assuming they knew she was dead."
"They beat her face in and wrapped her panty hose around her neck. They damn well knew she was in worse shape than before she ran into them."
"So they took some cash and some jewelry."
"That's what it looks like. That's all Gottschalk could come up with. Thing is, Matt, they turned the apartment upside down."
"The lab crew?"
"No, the burglars. They gave it a very thorough toss and made a mess doing it. Every drawer dumped, books off the shelves, that kind of thing. Not like they were searching for a secret stash, no mattresses slashed or cushions cut open, but a very thorough job all the same. I would guess they were looking for cash, and not a couple hundred dollars in the butter-keeper compartment in the refrigerator."
"What did Gottschalk say?"
"What could he say? 'I had a hundred grand in unreported cash and the bastards found it.' He said there wasn't anything really valuable in the apartment, except for some artwork, and they never touched that. He had some framed prints, signed and numbered stuff, Matisse and Chagall and I forget what else, and he had a floater policy covering them. I think the value of all the art came to something like eighty grand. The thieves took some of the stuff off the wall, probably looking for a wall safe, but they didn't steal any of it."