doesn’t look good, but they’re going to need more than that to get the DA to charge him. They also know Ric Gostwick had a motive, although no one at the party remembers seeing him go out on the balcony.”
“What about Ellie? What happened to her, Mike?”
He held my eyes a moment, then looked away, into the flames. “I shouldn’t discuss the details . . .”
“Please. You know I was her friend.”
“I know.”
“And you know you can trust me . . . don’t you?”
Mike rubbed his eyes for a long, silent minute. “She was found naked,” he said quietly, “although it looked like she’d had a bath towel around her and had just finished showering. No sexual assault. The physical evidence leads us to believe that she’d made love with someone in the room’s bed, showered, and then was attacked. She struggled—there are signs of it on her body. We’ve got blood and tissue under her fingernails. We’ve got a contusion at the base of her skull, and hairs and bits of blood on the edge of a heavy chest of drawers where it appears she struck her head.”
“Oh, god.”
“That’s enough—”
“No! Please, keep going, Mike . . . How did you find her body . . . you know, when you first came into the room? Was it near the chest of drawers where you found the bits of blood and hair?”
“No . . . we found her . . . I’m sorry, Clare, we found her hanging by an electrical cord from the shower curtain rod.”
“What?”
“The killer tried to make it look like she’d hung herself. He did a piss poor job of it, too. We didn’t need an autopsy to see that hanging wasn’t the cause of death, that the scene had been clumsily manipulated.”
“You said he. Are you sure it was a man?”
“The injuries, the way the body was hung. If it wasn’t a man, it was a pretty strong woman.”
I thought of Monika Van Doorn . . . the woman looked tall and strong, all right. And she’d arrived well after Ric. Could she have gone to Ric’s room, looking for him, found Ellie, and flown into a rage? I told Quinn as much. He pulled out his detective’s notebook and jotted down her name for follow up. I mentioned Norbert Usher, too, Ellie’s slightly creepy Eddie Haskell-esque assistant.
“Norbert was at the Beekman event, too. I remember seeing him there.”
He scribbled the name.
“And while that notebook’s out,” I continued. “I have something else to tell you.”
“Shoot,” he said. His eyes found mine. “Not literally.”
“Don’t even try to make this easier.”
“Tell me.”
I gave him the condensed tale of what I’d discovered earlier in the week—how I’d talked to Ellie at the Botanic Garden, followed her to the V Hotel, saw her meeting Rick, but also saw a man tailing her.
Mike sat up straighter. “Where did you follow him?”
“An agency near the United Nations. They’re called Worldwide Private Investigations, and I spoke to a Mr. Anil Kapoor.”
“Spell it all for me . . .”
Mike wrote everything down. “This is a solid lead, Clare. I’ll phone my partner. We’ll go there first thing in the morning.”
“I want to go with you. Mr. Kapoor will remember me. He’ll probably be more willing to talk once he sees I’m your witness.”
“Okay.”
“And one more thing. Have you looked at Ellie’s husband as a suspect?”
“We always do in cases like this, as a matter of course, but Jerry Lassiter has an alibi.”
“Well, look hard at that alibi—and any associates Lassiter might have hired to hurt his wife—because Worldwide Private Investigations lists TerraGreen International as a client.”
“TerraGreen?” Mike flipped through his notebook.
“That’s the company where Lassiter’s a VP.”
“That’s right . . . so how could you pick up Matt?” I heard myself snapping. I couldn’t help it. I was extremely tired, it was very late, and my feelings toward Quinn had been a mixed bag for a long time. “Do you really believe he had anything to do with something so awful?”
“Let’s leave my assessment of your ex’s character out of this, okay?” His tone was strained now, too, and a little defensive. “I had enough circumstantial evidence to grill him, and you know it. The hotel room was registered in his name, and his clothes were there. We even found his monogrammed handkerchief.”
“Ric borrowed those clothes!”
“We know. We know the whole story now, Matt gave us every detail. It was Ric’s room, and Ric was having an affair with Ellie.”
“So Matt’s off your