Wayne's personality had been clearly displayed at the Soleil opening. He'd been wearing black slacks and a black shirt with a black jacket. Very chic. The only color relief had been his gold-on-gold tie with a big sun in the middle of his chest. The brassy color splashed down the front of his shirt and spiked out in all directions. That same logo was on the cocktail napkins, the matchboxes, the dinner plates. TiepinS in the same shape had been the party favors.
He'd moved around the three large rooms of his restaurant, like the Sun King himself, encouraging guests to try his Godiva. chocolate martinis, lime martinis, mango martinis—every kind of martini a fan could dream about. Glasses of pink champagne circulated on ever-full trays. A wine bar offered glasses from the bottles on the wine list, and the finger food was exceptional. That night no one went home hungry. Or sober. The crowd swilled the alcohol at a frantic pace. The celebs and models who were invited and photographed at so many events like this all over the city were there. Wayne had been particularly gracious to his precinct captain, singling him out and introducing him around. It was New York, after all, where cops were celebrities, too.
Wayne was not going to let Sergeant Minnow finish his spiel. "It's my wife, my house. I want to see her. That's my right."
Sergeant Minnow tilted his head to ' one side, sweat gleaming on his forehead. April knew he was sizing up Wayne, trying to figure out how to control the situation. April did not intrude. Mike would have told the sergeant that April would be "helping" him. But he didn't have to tell April to be discreet about it. She already knew the sergeant would not be wanting any help from her.
Minnow lowered his voice even more. April could hardly hear a murmur. She guessed that he was explaining the procedure. Mr. Wilson could not see his wife's remains. The Crime Scene Unit had arrived and was now working in the gym. No one could go in there. Wayne interrupted with a cry of horror.
"She died in the gym? Shit! I built that gym."
Minnow tried to say more, but Wayne couldn't listen. He turned to Remy and saw April. Relief flooded his face.
"Oh, thank God. Lieutenant Sanchez, come over here." He wagged his finger at her.
April almost turned around, thinking Mike was behind her. Most people still called her "Woo." Not "Sergeant Woo" anymore, but "Lieutenant Woo." Or just "Lieutenant." Or even "ma'am." Then she remembered. She was Lieutenant Sanchez. "Stay here for a moment," she told Remy.
"But I need to talk to him," the girl protested.
April shook her head. They could not speak to each other.
"Please!"
"No."
"But I have to," she pleaded.
"Look, Remy, you discovered the body. That puts you in the hot seat. Remember what I told you. If you want my help, you have to do what I say."
"I would never hurt Maddy. Never. I couldn't do that." Remy looked like a zombie when she said it, though, devoid of emotion.
"I'm talking about something else here. You've seen things no one else has seen."
Remy pressed her lips together.
"What you saw has to stay secret. You can't tell anyone. It's a big responsibility, okay? Only you know what she looked like. It has to stay with you."
"Jesus." Remy sniffed.
"Lieutenant," Wayne called. "You're needed here."
"I didn't hurt Maddy. Please tell him that," Remy begged.
April didn't take the time to reply.
Eight
Awkward, awkward. April hated the jockeying for position at the beginning of cases. And in the marble foyer the feng shui was as bad as it got. All the brass who'd come for their look-see had melted away. Those left behind were standing under the curve of the stairs in such a way that the energy could flow neither out the front door where the press had gathered, nor into the living room where the French doors led to the garden. The energy was trapped, stuck in a funnel like a twister, so no one could easily take the leadership position. Mike was outside, suited up in Tyvek with the Crime Scene Unit, and April felt herself being sucked into a tug-of-war.
Wayne started talking right away, his tone instantly modified. "April, April, thank you for coming so fast," he said as if she were a close friend he had summoned to the scene himself.
April was surprised by the effusiveness of the greeting, and even the fact that he had remembered her name. They'd met only for a few moments, and she had been just one person in a huge crowd. "I'm so sorry for your loss," she murmured, then quickly introduced herself to Sergeant Minnow. Right away she wanted to put some distance between herself and her husband. "I'm Lieutenant Woo."
"I've heard of you," he replied with a smile.
"I've heard of you, too," she said graciously.
Wayne ended that exchange, putting her right back in her place. "April, your husband told me you were going to take care of me. Now, I want to see my wife."
April blushed. She doubted very much that Mike had said any such thing. "Sergeant Minnow is in charge of the investigation. He'll help you with the process," she said smoothly. She wasn't going to let herself get sucked in.
"Now, now. There's no reason to be so nice. That's not what I heard." Wayne touched her arm in a familiar way.
April felt the heat in her face. Wayne was manipulative; he just kept on talking.
"I might as well be open with you. Commissioner Avery called me on my cell phone as soon as he heard. He told me you were heading the investigation."
That was highly unlikely. The police commissioner happened to be in New York Hospital that morning having double hernias repaired. April knew for a fact that he wouldn't be conscious until sometime in the afternoon. Furthermore, he didn't call people on their cell phones to tell them who was handling the case when their wives were murdered.
Wayne was completely unembarrassed about lying. "So let's get started. I want to be involved with this thing every step of the way. I want to see the scene. I want to talk to Remy. She's my right-hand person here. What did she tell you?" He asked this with an open expression.
April glanced at Sergeant Minnow, who was listening to all this very quietly. Now that the police commissioner's name had come up, he began to look worried. It was clear he didn't know the PC's schedule.
"I can't talk about confidential information," April replied after a moment.
Wayne ignored the slight. "Look, this is obvious. We all know who did it. He killed her in my gym, for Christ's sake."
"Sir?" Minnow interjected for the first time.
"He's probably at Workout now."
"Who?" Minnow locked eyes with April. She realized that he hadn't heard about the trainer yet. She didn't say anything.
It had become stifling in the foyer. Wayne actually seemed to have pumped heat into the space with all his bluster. He'd tried to pit the two detectives against each other. He'd pulled rank, dropped names. And as he did it, his color returned. April guessed that he felt better with the upper hand. Finally, he wagged his finger at Remy to join them. He thought he'd put them all in their places.
April had been at many murder scenes. Every single one had been sad and upsetting, but this was the oddest. What struck her the most was that Wayne Wilson had invited Mike and her to his party a few months ago. Now he acted as if they were friends and expected them to overlook the fact that he was a suspect. She had to nip this little hubris in the bud. Murder suspects were not friends. She lifted her chin to give Minnow the heads-up.
I'll take care of this.
He nodded slowly and tipped back on his heel to give her the lead.
"Mr. Wilson. Would you step into the library with me for a moment?" She hadn't seen the whole house yet but figured he had a library. An office, something.