Read Online Cold Night (Jack Paine Mysteries) by Al Sarrantonio - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Al Sarrantonio
Tags: Mystery & Crime
Ads: Link
businessman with deceptive interior decorating.
He would have to ask Barker if there was a listing in the Yellow Pages for magic furniture that turned creeps into big shots.
"How did you get in?" Mary Wagner asked him. She had been crying. Her mascara was smeared all around her eyes, giving them a haunted look. Up close, her hair coloring was apparent, the soft red locks giving way to mousy brown at the roots. Altogether, she didn't look as New York professional as he had thought. Trick lighting, no doubt.
"I told them I was your lawyer. The guard barely looked at me. He was arguing with his wife on the phone."
She looked at him and didn't even pretend to smile.
"Do you have a lawyer?" he asked her.
"I've got one," she said. "He's the Bravura Enterprises lawyer, Henry Kopiak." She was making nervous motions with the fingers of her right hand; the nicotine-stained place between her middle and forefinger was empty and she was obviously not used to that.
"Sorry, I don't have a cigarette," he said.
Abruptly, she began to cry.
"I had a fight with him," she sobbed, the way people do when they wish they had done one little thing differently which would have saved them from a big hole they had fallen into. "That was all. He was a pain in the ass sometimes, and last night he just got on my nerves. He picked me up at nine, we had a couple of drinks, then we went back to my apartment. He started to bother me, so I kicked him out." She wiped her hand across one eye, showing Paine the technique she had used to smear her mascara.
"Did you call him later?"
She gave him a look as if he really was a lawyer.
Paine waited.
"Yes," she said.
"What time?"
She hesitated. "I'm pretty sure it was around one-thirty."
"Pretty sure?"
"I kicked him out around midnight. I gave him time to get home, and a little more time to steam. I called him because I didn't want him mad at me."
"Because he was your boss?"
She looked at him, and a sob came.
"Do you think he killed himself?" Paine asked.
Again she smeared her mascara. "Oh, God, I don't know. I don't think so. He never talked that way. But I didn't know him all that well. He didn't tell me everything . . ."
"Did he tell you anything about the Grumbachs?"
"Only the business things. He never talked about much of anything."
"Did he ever talk about what he did before Bravura Enterprises?"
"He used to talk about it sometimes. But I got the impression he didn't like to. Like it was something to forget."
Paine took the two envelopes of photos from his pocket. He took the photographs out and handed them to her. She stopped at one of the three Dolores Grumbach had left for him, of a thin-faced man in his mid-forties with receding hair and long sideburns.
"That's Lucas Druckman; Les used to talk about him."
"Did you ever meet him?"
"No. Les kept a picture of him. He showed it to me once, after he'd had a few drinks. He told me that if I ever saw Lucas Druckman I should run the other way. He thought it was funny. He said it a couple of times."
"He thought it was funny?"
"He thought it was hilarious. He'd had a lot to drink . . ." She looked as though sobs were on the way again.
"Where did he have this picture?"
"He took it out of his desk." She moved her hand in front of her, remembering. "It was under the hanging files in the file drawer. I remember him pushing a bunch of them back to get at it. It was in a brown folder."
"Was there anything else in the folder?"
"I remember seeing some papers, maybe another picture."
Paine took the photos back from her and showed her the ones from the other envelope. They drew a blank. He took the photos back and then he called out through the cell bars, waiting for the jailer with the nagging wife to let him out.
"I don't think you have anything to worry about," he said to Mary Wagner. "If this lawyer Kopiak is any good, you'll be out in an hour. If he isn't any good, you'll be out in two hours."
A little light rose in her eyes; that was all
He would have to ask Barker if there was a listing in the Yellow Pages for magic furniture that turned creeps into big shots.
"How did you get in?" Mary Wagner asked him. She had been crying. Her mascara was smeared all around her eyes, giving them a haunted look. Up close, her hair coloring was apparent, the soft red locks giving way to mousy brown at the roots. Altogether, she didn't look as New York professional as he had thought. Trick lighting, no doubt.
"I told them I was your lawyer. The guard barely looked at me. He was arguing with his wife on the phone."
She looked at him and didn't even pretend to smile.
"Do you have a lawyer?" he asked her.
"I've got one," she said. "He's the Bravura Enterprises lawyer, Henry Kopiak." She was making nervous motions with the fingers of her right hand; the nicotine-stained place between her middle and forefinger was empty and she was obviously not used to that.
"Sorry, I don't have a cigarette," he said.
Abruptly, she began to cry.
"I had a fight with him," she sobbed, the way people do when they wish they had done one little thing differently which would have saved them from a big hole they had fallen into. "That was all. He was a pain in the ass sometimes, and last night he just got on my nerves. He picked me up at nine, we had a couple of drinks, then we went back to my apartment. He started to bother me, so I kicked him out." She wiped her hand across one eye, showing Paine the technique she had used to smear her mascara.
"Did you call him later?"
She gave him a look as if he really was a lawyer.
Paine waited.
"Yes," she said.
"What time?"
She hesitated. "I'm pretty sure it was around one-thirty."
"Pretty sure?"
"I kicked him out around midnight. I gave him time to get home, and a little more time to steam. I called him because I didn't want him mad at me."
"Because he was your boss?"
She looked at him, and a sob came.
"Do you think he killed himself?" Paine asked.
Again she smeared her mascara. "Oh, God, I don't know. I don't think so. He never talked that way. But I didn't know him all that well. He didn't tell me everything . . ."
"Did he tell you anything about the Grumbachs?"
"Only the business things. He never talked about much of anything."
"Did he ever talk about what he did before Bravura Enterprises?"
"He used to talk about it sometimes. But I got the impression he didn't like to. Like it was something to forget."
Paine took the two envelopes of photos from his pocket. He took the photographs out and handed them to her. She stopped at one of the three Dolores Grumbach had left for him, of a thin-faced man in his mid-forties with receding hair and long sideburns.
"That's Lucas Druckman; Les used to talk about him."
"Did you ever meet him?"
"No. Les kept a picture of him. He showed it to me once, after he'd had a few drinks. He told me that if I ever saw Lucas Druckman I should run the other way. He thought it was funny. He said it a couple of times."
"He thought it was funny?"
"He thought it was hilarious. He'd had a lot to drink . . ." She looked as though sobs were on the way again.
"Where did he have this picture?"
"He took it out of his desk." She moved her hand in front of her, remembering. "It was under the hanging files in the file drawer. I remember him pushing a bunch of them back to get at it. It was in a brown folder."
"Was there anything else in the folder?"
"I remember seeing some papers, maybe another picture."
Paine took the photos back from her and showed her the ones from the other envelope. They drew a blank. He took the photos back and then he called out through the cell bars, waiting for the jailer with the nagging wife to let him out.
"I don't think you have anything to worry about," he said to Mary Wagner. "If this lawyer Kopiak is any good, you'll be out in an hour. If he isn't any good, you'll be out in two hours."
A little light rose in her eyes; that was all
Similar Books
