The police asked whether these were the same clothes Peter had been wearing the night before. âYes,â Joanne Mulhern said, and she signed a statement saying so.
Lieutenant Shay had told Mulhern not to discuss the case with Peter, so they talked, on the drive to Hartford, about all sorts of other things. Peter sat in the front seat, just the two of them in the car. They talked about TV commercials and about motorcycles. Barbara had always loved motorcycles. For stunt riding she preferred the big bikes, Peter recalled. She used to laugh and say that riding a little Honda was like riding a skateboard.
Police headquarters in Hartford is a sturdy, stone block of a building, across Washington Street from the courthouse, one fortress facing another. Jim Mulhern and Peter had made good time. They had left Canaan at 12:40 and got to Hartford at two oâclock. Lieutenant Shay arrived a little later in another car.
Peter asked to go to the menâs room, where he washed his face and tried to brush through his hair with his hands. His hair was long and needed washing, and he felt a little scraggly. Mulhern took him upstairs, to a small room where a police officer was waiting, then Mulhern left. Peter didnât see him again for quite a while.
Cpl. Jack Schneider was short and brisk, with a crew cut. He seemed interested and friendly.
âPete, you know why youâre up here, donât you?â Corporal Schneider asked.
âI guess Iâm here just to confirm my statement,â Peter said.
âRight,â Corporal Schneider said. âThatâs the reason youâre here.â
Schneider explained to Peter that Sgt. Tim Kelly would be doing the actual testing. âHeâs reading all the reports over, so heâll know what heâs talking about when you and him get together in the polygraph room,â Schneider said.
âRight,â Peter said.
Schneider gave him a form that said he was taking the test voluntarily. Peter signed it and wrote the time. It was 2:40 P.M . âThis is confidential information,â Schneider told Peter. âIt stays here. Everything that we do today, or any forms we make out, remain here.
âWhat do your friends call you?â Schneider asked, in a friendly tone. âDo they call you Pete?â
âEither that, or Petey,â said Peter.
âIâll call you Pete,â Schneider said. âMost of my friends I call Pete.â
He asked Peter where he lived, and where he was born, and when. âSomewhere in New York City,â Peter said. âOn March 2, 1955.â
âWhat nationality are you?â Schneider asked.
âEnglish, I think,â Peter said. âAnd German. English and German.â
âBasically the same thing that I am,â Schneider said. âWhatâs your religion?â
âI have none,â Peter said.
âYou have none?â Schneider repeated.
âNo, Iâve never been baptized,â Peter said.
âYouâve never been baptized?â Schneider repeated again. He paused. âYou ever think about it? Do you believe in the Supreme Being?â
âWell, I believe thereâs got to be someone, someplace, always has been and always will be,â Peter said vaguely.
âOK, good,â Schneider said. âYou own a car, Pete?â
âWell, itâs my momâs car,â Peter said. âItâs in her name. A 1968 Corvette.â
âYou lived with your mother. Was it just you and your mother?â Schneider asked. Peter said yes. âAny idea who youâll be living with now?â Schneider asked.
Peter named Jean Beligni. âShe told me, if anything ever happens, to come right to them, if I ever need help, if I ever need a place to stay. So thatâs what Iâm going to do.â
âNow, Pete, have you ever been in a mental institution?â Schneider asked. âTreated by a psychiatrist or
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