“You knew Dr. Strazza,” Eve prompted.
“I can’t say I knew him all that well. Always paid on time, but he left the details of the order, the setup to Mrs. Strazza. She’s a joy to work with.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“If there’s anything we can do to help. You need to talk to any of the boys again, or talk to me, we’re there.”
“Would you know if you’ve done jobs for Neville and/or Rosa Patrick or Lori and/or Ira Brinkman during the past year or two?”
“I don’t recognize the names right off, but I can sure check on that.” He took out a notebook, keyed in the names.
“How about businesses, offices. Do you rent there?”
“All the time.”
“St. Andrew’s Hospital?”
“We’ve supplied some rentals for events, sure.”
Now Eve took out her notebook, ran off the businesses of former victims.
“We’ve worked with On Screen, sure. Outfitted some sets when it made more sense for them to rent than to buy.” He swiped through lists. “Oh, okay, that’s Neville Patrick and Kyle Knightly. Sure, sure, we work with On Screen. We’ve done a couple of small jobs for Mr. Knightly at his place. I don’t see the Brinkmans on here, or those other places. But I can check it back at the office. Memory’s not what it used to be.”
“It’s working fine from my side of it. Thanks for this.”
“Will it help?”
“It may.”
“Then no thanks necessary. I don’t stand for some man putting hard hands on a woman. I met my wife that way.”
“You put hard hands on her?”
He laughed, and the tension he’d held in his face the whole time drained with it. “That’ll be the day. I came out of a bar one night. In Jersey City where I was hanging out with a cousin, a couple of pals. I came out and in the parking lot this girl’s fighting off this drunk. He’s dragging at her and she’s struggling, cursing him a blue streak. He smacks her right in the face.”
“Ouch.”
“Didn’t slow her down, but, well, let me tell you, I don’t stand for that. So I went over, shoved him off, told him to get going. Punched me, but he was too drunk to put much behind it. I wasn’t near as drunk, and put him down.
“One year and three months later, I married the girl. That was thirty-three years ago.”
“I’d say you pack a good punch, Carmine.”
She went back to her office, added the interview to her book, considered her board. A connection, however thin, was a connection. One vic’s business used the same rental company as the Strazzas. One vic’s business partner had used that same company.
She’d see where it led her.
But now, she needed to go back to the beginning.
*
Eve stood outside the Strazzas’ townhouse, hands in her coat pockets. She imagined the dark, and the thin icy breeze. The rental company van at the curb, cargo doors open, ramp down. A couple of valets in dark heavy coats by a portable heater making small talk with the rental crew.
Streetlamps send out their white pool of light. The door of the house opens, and its backwash of light silhouettes all.
He’d stride down the sidewalk—purposeful strides. Perception was reality, right? So he’d give off the perception of someone who knew where he was going, had a reason to go there.
Big, dark coat with theatrical flaps billowing some in the cold breeze. Dark hat, brim pulled low. A scarf—yeah, she’d bet on the scarf. Dark again, wound around the neck, arranged to cover most of the lower face. Add sunshades.
A flamboyant look, which was smart. People at a quick glance would notice the outfit more than the person wearing it.
Shiny boots with some heel. To add to the look, or because he was sensitive about his height? Or, again, to give the casual observer the perception of more height.
She let it roll around in her mind as she climbed the stairs. Main entrance, quicker in and out for the rental crew, and that had been client priority.
She broke the seal, mastered open the locks, then stood just inside with the doors open. She scanned the area from what would have been Luca’s perspective.
Big, wide foyer that opened onto the living area. Two of the crew hefting one of the ten-tops. Supervisor’s going to watch them.
Don’t bump anything. Hurry it up, it’s cold. Can’t keep the damn doors open all night.
Glances back, sees the suspect sweep up the stairs, ’link to his ear.
I’m here now, okay?