“Agree, but we really can’t investigate the murders. The FBI will be digging into these cases with everything they have. But right now, only you and I know that Marnie Cassidy lied about what Peter Bennett did to her. That gives us one distinct advantage.”
“What are you suggesting?”
“You up for rocking the boat?”
“I am. How do we start?”
Hester was already heading to the door. “We tell Jenn what her sister did.”
Chapter
Thirty
The receptionist at Sky buzzed up to the condo where Jenn Cassidy was staying. “Hester Crimstein is here to see you.” The receptionist looked over at Wilde. “And your name?”
“Wilde.”
“And a Mr. Wilde too.”
The receptionist listened for a moment. She turned away as though to be discreet. Hester could see how this was going. She yelled out loud enough for Jenn to hear, “You’ll want to see us before this story breaks, believe me.”
The receptionist stiffened. A moment later, she hung up and said, “The elevator will bring you up to Miss Cassidy’s home. Enjoy your visit.”
The elevator door opened. The button for the second floor was already lit. When the door slid open, Jenn Cassidy, dressed in Versace, was waiting by the door to apartment two. She did not look happy to see Hester again. Hester didn’t care.
Jenn squinted at Wilde. “How do I know you? Wait. You’re that Tarzan kid. I saw a documentary on you a few years ago.”
He stuck out his hand. “My name is Wilde.”
She shook it, albeit reluctantly. “Look,” Jenn said, blocking access to her apartment and meeting Hester’s gaze, “I don’t know what you want, but I think we said everything last time.”
“We didn’t,” Hester said.
Jenn motioned toward Wilde. “And he’s here because…”
“Wilde is related to Peter.”
“My Peter?”
“Well, he’s not yours anymore, is he? That’s why we’re here, in fact.”
“I don’t understand.”
Wilde took that one. “Marnie lied. Peter never attacked her.”
Jenn smiled at that. Actually smiled. “That’s not possible.”
“I spoke to her,” Wilde said. “She admitted it.”
The smile started to falter. “Marnie told you—”
“Do we really want to continue to have this discussion in the hallway?” Hester asked.
Jenn still smiled, but there was nothing behind it. It was a defense mechanism, a reflex, nothing more. She stumbled back into her apartment. Hester pushed in first, followed by Wilde.
“Let’s all sit down,” Hester said. “It’s been a long day, and I’m pooped.”
They did. Jenn staggered and collapsed onto the couch. The smile was gone now. Her entire expression had caved in, like a house with the support beams giving way. She cleared her throat and said, “Please tell me what happened.”
Wilde told her about stopping Marnie in the street. She listened attentively, but every once in a while, she closed her eyes as if someone had struck her. When Wilde finished, Jenn asked, “Why would I believe you?”
“Call Marnie,” Hester said.
Jenn chuckled without an iota of humor. “No need.”
“What do you mean?”
“Marnie’s on her way here now. We’re heading to a new burger place in Tribeca.”
It took ten more minutes before the receptionist buzzed up and announced Marnie’s arrival. Hester spent the time talking to her office. The Richard Levine jury had still not come back, and the judge seemed prepared to call a mistrial. Wilde replayed his Las Vegas visit with Daniel Carter. How could his birth father possibly fit into what was happening with Peter Bennett? How did it relate to the murders of Henry McAndrews and Katherine Frole?
For her part, Jenn simply stared straight ahead.
When they heard the knock, all three of them stood. Jenn moved in a haze toward the front door. When she opened it, Marnie was in mid-blather. “You should just give me a key, Jenn. It’s ridiculous not to. I mean, suppose you need someone to come by when you’re away or what’s the point in you having to get up and open the door, oh and this burger place, my friend Terry, remember him, he’s that tall guy with the weird Adam’s apple? He said it’s great and they pay top dollar for influencer photos…”
That was when she spotted Wilde.
Marnie’s eyes flew open. “No!” she screamed at him. “You promised! You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone!”