Before Reardon could ask his first question, Mr. Tower spoke again. “Let me begin by saying that Mr. Daniels is quite willing to cooperate with the police. He has come of his own free will and any statement which he wishes to make will be regarded as completely voluntary.”
Reardon nodded indifferently. He had heard it all before.
“If at any time Mr. Daniels wishes to conclude this interview,” Mr. Tower went on, “we will have to insist that it be immediately terminated. We also reserve the right to advise Mr. Daniels of those questions upon which we feel he would be better served to remain wholly silent.”
“I understand that you represent Mr. Daniels,” Reardon said brusquely. “As far as I’m concerned Mr. Daniels is here voluntarily. But this is a serious investigation, and I think he would be well advised to cooperate with us.”
“Pardon me,” Mr. Arington said, “but we will decide the extent of Mr. Daniels’ cooperation.”
“That’s fine,” Reardon replied dryly.
Reardon looked at Mr. Tower. “According to an arrest sheet for last Monday in this precinct, Mr. Daniels was arrested for possession of cocaine.”
Mr. Tower chuckled. “Absurd charge.”
“I’m not trying the case,” Reardon said.
“Of course not,” said Mr. Tower. “It’s just that the charge is so ludicrous.”
“Absolutely no evidence,” Mr. Arington said.
“I don’t care about that,” Reardon said. “But the fact is that he was arrested.”
“He was arrested,” Mr. Tower muttered reluctantly. He glanced knowingly at Mr. Arington, then back to Reardon.
Reardon pulled a map of Central Park from his desk drawer and unfolded it on top of his desk.
“What is this all about?” Mr. Tower asked. “We’re perfectly aware of where Mr. Daniels was arrested. We don’t require a map.”
“I’m not investigating a cocaine bust,” Reardon said. “That’s not what I’m doing here.”
“Then what are you doing?” Mr. Tower said. “Have you lost your mind? Do you have any idea of the kind of lawsuit you’re going to be facing if you persist in your harassment of this young man?”
“I haven’t harassed anybody,” Reardon declared. “I’m trying to investigate two murders.”
Mr. Tower popped to his feet. “Murders?”
Reardon looked at Mr. Tower wearily. “I told you that this is an investigation. Nobody is accusing Mr. Daniels of anything.”
“What kind of murders?” Daniels asked quietly.
Mr. Tower leveled a cold stare at Daniels. “Don’t bother yourself about it. We’ll handle this.” He looked at Reardon. “This is outrageous. We understood from Mr. Piccolini that some police matter would be discussed this morning. We assumed that it would pertain to the utterly false charge already made against Mr. Daniels. But we had no idea that any attempt would be made to associate him with homicides.”
“Are they homicides?” Daniels asked quietly.
“Winthrop, please,” Mr. Arington pleaded. “You must let us handle this.”
Reardon spoke directly, and quietly, to Daniels. “There’s more than the homicides. We’re not sure if they are connected with the rest.”
“That’s quite enough,” Mr. Tower exclaimed.
Daniels looked thoughtfully at Reardon but said nothing.
“What do you think, Mr. Daniels?” Reardon asked, trying to strike through the wall of lawyers that separated them. Daniels did not appear at all like the spoiled child Langhof had described. He looked confused and a little worried. But more importantly, Reardon sensed that Daniels did know something and wanted to tell him about it.
Daniels stared quietly at Reardon.
“You saw something, didn’t you?” Reardon asked.
“That’s enough!” Mr. Tower exclaimed.
Daniels did not seem to hear Mr. Tower. He continued to stare at Reardon’s face, and for a moment Reardon saw him not as a pampered delinquent, but as a pained young man, barely out of childhood, confronting something dreadful, confronting it fully, for perhaps the first time.
“What was it you saw?” Reardon asked firmly.
Mr. Tower grasped Daniels’ arm. “I think we’d better go, Winthrop.”
Daniels jerked his arm from Mr. Tower’s grasp. “Sit down,” he told him.
“Winthrop, stop it!” Tower said. He remained standing but did not resume his grasp of Daniels’ arm.
Daniels looked at Reardon as if trying to determine something about his character, whether he could be trusted. “Was it in the park?”
“Yes,” Reardon replied. “Two deer were killed.”
“Deer?” Daniels asked with surprise. “Am I a suspect?”
Reardon nodded cautiously. “You might be.”
“You see?” Mr. Tower warned. “You’re a possible suspect.”
Reardon continued. “The deer were killed in the Children’s Zoo. You were near the deer cage only a few minutes after they were killed.”
Mr. Tower looked at Reardon, then at Daniels. “Winthrop, please don’t get yourself any deeper in this. You don’t know how the police operate.”
Daniels continued to look straight into Reardon’s eyes. “I didn’t have anything to do with killing those deer,” he said calmly. “But I may know who did.”
Mr. Tower slumped down in his chair. “That’s it,” he said. “At this point, Winthrop, I would advise you to tell Mr. Reardon everything you know about this case.”
“Thank you, Mr. Tower,” Reardon said politely. He looked at Daniels. “What do you mean, you may know who did?”
“I saw a man with an ax.”
“When?”
“Around three in the morning. Something like that. Maybe a little later. Maybe a little earlier.”
“Go on,” Reardon said.
“I was standing under the Delacorte animal clock. You know, the one where the animal figures turn around when the clock chimes? You go under it to get to the Children’s Zoo.”
Reardon nodded.
“Well, I was standing in that little brick portal, and I saw a man pass me. He was wearing a Parks Department uniform. It was green. It said ‘Parks Department’ on the sleeve.”
Reardon thought of Gilbert Noble. “Was the man you saw black or white?”
“He was white.”
Reardon thought of Harry Bryant. “How big was he, the man in the uniform?”
“Average, I suppose. I’m almost six feet, and he was a lot shorter than me.”
“Did you get a close look at this man?”
“Not at that point,” Daniels said. “But later I got a good look.”
“You saw him again?”
“Yes.”
“How did you happen to see him again?”
“Well, he had only passed me a little while before when I started walking into the park in the same direction.”
“Careful here,” Mr. Tower whispered to Daniels.
“Yes, watch yourself,” Mr. Arington said.
Daniels understood. “I mean, I was just strolling around. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. Like a connection, I mean. I wasn’t looking for anything, any person.” Daniels’ fingers began to fidget nervously with the buttons of his shirt.
Reardon nodded. “I’m just interested in what you saw.”
“I mean, the cops say I was going to meet a connection,” blurted Daniels agitatedly. “For the cocaine they say I had.”
“Just go ahead with the story,” Mr. Tower said exasperatedly.
“As far as I’m concerned,” Reardon said, “you were just taking a stroll in the park.”
“Yeah, right,” Daniels said. “A stroll. I strolled up the cement walk that leads from the animal clock to the Children’s Zoo. That’s where I saw the man again. I had a good look at him too. He looked strange. Kind of groggy. He looked so strange that I got a little scared, to tell you the truth. He looked like he was about ready to freak out. He was just leaning there against the deer cage, holding the ax.”
“How did you know it was the deer cage?”
“Because I could see one of the deer peeking out of that tin house where they stay. Then this deer walked out toward the bars right up to the guy, poking its nose against his side, there where he was leaning.”