said. âI think he had dark eyes, but they might have been dark blue or green.â
The response could have not been more ambiguous.
At least she didnât say âred,â thereby ruling out an albino assailant, he thought.
âCould you determine his ethnicity?â
She looked at the reporting officer, almost blank eyed. âNot really. He had on a mask.â
This was the first time sheâd mentioned a mask. Kaminski underlined that.
âSki mask?â he repeated.
The wheels were turning now. Tori was retrieving some information. A pause, then an answer. âNot sure. More like a panty hose. I could see his face, but his features were smushed by the fabric.â
âHad you seen anyone in the area who matchesâto the best of your recollectionâwhat you saw that night?â
The question was bait, and usually good bait. A suspect frequently takes the suggestion and runs with it.
âHe looked like a gardener.â
âA man who delivers groceries.â
âA transient Iâve seen a time or two nearby.â
Tori went limp. A tear rolled down her cheek.
âYouâre going to have to give me a minute. This is extremely difficult.â
Kaminski waited for her to collect herself. Her eyes were damp with tears, but none flowed down her cheeks. She was a coolheaded woman, a logical woman. Sheâd expected the worst and had prepared herself for the moment when sheâd knew with certainty, with utter conviction, that she was alone in the world.
What came from her lips next would have been stunning to the most veteran detective.
âIâll need a lawyer,â she said. âWonât I?â
âWhy would that be?â he asked.
âJust call it a hunch,â she said, this time looking directly at him. âYouâll focus the investigation on me. I understand it. I know how things are done. In the end, youâll have to look elsewhere because I had nothing to do with any of this.â
âNo one is looking at you,â Kaminski said.
She looked past him once more, breaking the gaze theyâd held. âNot now. But tomorrow somone will. Someone will say the ugliest things and your minions will circle me and my tragedy like a school of sharks. Each after a piece.â
She stopped talking.
Kaminski stood there in uncomfortable silence.
âDetective,â she finally said. âI want to know one thing.â
âWhatâs that?â
âHow am I supposed to live without him? He was my soul mate. I loved him.â
Tears started rolling down her cheeks.
âAgain, Iâm truly sorry for your loss,â he said, taking a couple of steps backward before turning for the door.
She looked back at the sky through the window, turning to the blush of a new day. âThank you, Detective,â she said.
The beige Princess phone next to Tori OâNeal Connellyâs bedside rang. She smoothed her covers and disregarded it for a moment. But the ring was persistent and altogether annoying. She reached for it, wincing with the pain that came with stretching skin that had been sutured. She assumed it was a nurse or, as she liked to call them, an attendant from the hospital. She planned on telling whoever it was that she would make an outgoing call if she wanted anything. Tori was never shy about indicating whatever it was she wanted. Her heartâs desire was hardwired to her mouth.
As she clasped the receiver to her ear, nurse Diana Lowell entered the room.
âHello,â Tori said into the mouthpiece. She shifted her body in the bed. Immediately, her face froze. She turned away from the nurse who was emptying a plastic bag liner brimming with used tissues and other nonsharps into a large disposal can.
âYes,â she said.
Her voice was low. Not a whisper, but if Diana Lowell had actually tried to listen, it would have taken considerable effort.
âUnderstood,â she said, her eyes fixed
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