“We still speak English in Chilmark,” I said, pinching his cheek. “Bring a date. You weren’t alone on New Year’s Eve, were you?”
“Seems so far back I can hardly remember,” Mike said. “Now, in 1799, at the same time City Hall was going up-right where Manhattan ended-Archibald Gracie started to build his country estate.”
“Man, it’s hard to imagine East Eighty-eighth Street as the country,” Mercer said.
“But it was. In fact, there was so much cholera in the city that wealthy New Yorkers built this colony of summer places up along the river, trying to escape to clean fresh air. It’s more than five miles north of the original city walls, and the easiest way to get here at that time was by boat. It was a world apart from Manhattan.”
“So throughout the last three centuries,” I said, thinking of all the modern construction that recycled precious space on an island that had experienced such radical development since it was colonized, “there have only been two houses built on this site. That’s really remarkable for New York.”
“C’mon, let me show you the second floor. It’s like a museum.”
“Statler will be here any minute,” I said.
“Suit yourself. You must have been the kind of kid who never got caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Take a chance every now and then, why don’t you?” Mike started out of the library across the reception area to the staircase. He moved the stanchion holding the velvet rope and headed up the steps with Mercer.
I could hear a commotion coming from the hallway that led to the rear of the house, and then Vin Statler’s voice. “Where are they? In the library or out by the well?”
He charged toward me from the dining room at the head of a group of three men. One was Rowdy Kitts and the other was a second detective I recognized who was also assigned to bodyguard him. “Never mind. Here they-”
Statler raised an arm and shouted when he saw Mike and Mercer on their way upstairs to the private quarters. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“It’s okay, Mr. Mayor, they’re the good guys, remember?” Rowdy said, shaking Mike’s hand as he came back down the steps and replacing the stanchion.
Statler charged past me into the library and introduced me to his other bodyguard.
“Sit down, Alex. Gentlemen? Have a seat in here. What is it you’re trying to make of these events exactly?”
Mercer joined me on the burgundy velvet sofa but Mike wouldn’t sit. He knew the mayor was trying to stake out a superior position and refused to let him have it. It was imposing enough that he was flanked by two NYPD detectives.
“I’d like to figure out why somebody thought your house was the appropriate dumping place for the congressman’s dead girlfriend.”
“The poor young woman lived across the street, Chapman. I certainly didn’t know that until yesterday’s briefing.”
“See, sir, I just don’t believe in coincidence.”
“You don’t have to. This mansion happens to be in the middle of a beautiful park. It’s an attractive nuisance. There are teenagers and hooligans running around the park late at night all year. The house sits dark and empty most evenings anyway.”
“Not always empty, sir. Tea and crumpets, I understand.”
The mayor was fuming. “There are tourists several days a week. There are occasional dinners and celebrations. In the summer there’s always a tent out on the lawn so we can entertain. But the grounds, including the park, cover a great deal of acreage.”
“And there’s a police guard at the gatehouse twenty-four/seven,” Mike said.
“Well, I guess he was working twenty-three/seven last night, wouldn’t you say? We’ve had muggings in the park before. We’ve had women assaulted there over the years. Wouldn’t be the first cop to fall asleep on the job, would he?”
“Afraid not, Your Honor. So you’re thinking this just happened to be the closest well in town?”
Statler took a step toward Mike. “Or perhaps, Chapman, someone decided to try to embarrass me. Has that thought occurred to you?”
“It had, actually. Maybe you’d like to sit down with us and talk about it. Give us some ideas about who you think would have a reason to do that.”
“It’s your job to come up with ideas, Detective. And with suspects. It’s my job to run this city.”
“I’m just wondering why you put up such a stink this morning when the commissioner asked if we could use the mansion here to stage his operation. Of course, that’s when those of us looking for Salma Zunega had no idea where she’d been dumped.”
“One had nothing to do with the other, Chapman. Are you suggesting I intended to keep you away from here because I knew where this-this whore-was disposed of? That’s a shocking suggestion.”
I was pained at his choice of words for the dead woman.
“Maybe you ought to rethink your language, Mr. Mayor,” I said.
Statler put his hands in his pockets and looked at me. “Do you really think that Paul Battaglia wants you to ambush me? I’ve got nothing to say about this matter. I came up here to get answers from you.”
I stood up, practically face-to-face with Vin Statler. “We haven’t got any answers to give you, Mr. Mayor. This wasn’t the direction we were hoping the case would take.”
“How did the girl die?”
“Too early to know.”
“And here? Was she killed on this property?” Statler was agitated, and clearly not used to being the last to know.
“That’s unlikely.”
“Congressman Leighton, what does he have to say about this?” Statler looked from me to Mike to Mercer. “I see, I see. You’re not giving me anything. You’re treating me like I’m irrelevant.”
“We haven’t spoken with Leighton yet. I’ll call his lawyer when we leave here.”
“I’ve got a lawyer, too, Alex. I’ve got the best. You call Justin Feldman from now on if you have any questions for me.”
“Good choice, sir,” I said, venturing a smile at the mayor. “Smart man. I may need to come back and see the grounds again. Check the access to the property from every angle. May I call him for that? Or would you prefer I stay in touch with Detective Kitts?”
“My assistant will make all those arrangements, as you need them. Roland, will you give her Nancy’s number?”
Mike had walked to the window and pulled back the curtain, watching as the CSU men worked at processing the scene before dusk.
“And you, Chapman, you like your assignment? Homicide’s a big deal in the department, isn’t it?”
“I like it fine, sir.”
“Then show me the proper respect, Detective. Do I look like a common criminal to you?” The mayor smoothed his tie and tried to joke with Mike.
“You see that water out there, Your Honor?”
“The East River? Are you talking about the river?”