“You tell the cops about this?”
“I told Don. God, Marlene, the embarrassment! I think he told the cops. They weren’t impressed, apparently. He hasn’t called since then, by the way.”
“Who, Pruitt?”
“No, Don. Pruitt calls every night. What?”
Marlene had involuntarily creased her face into a concerned frown. She said, “I think you could have a serious problem here, Carrie. This guy, if he did the car arson, well, we know he’s capable of committing a felony. If he did one, he could do another.”
“What, you mean I could be in danger?”
“It’s a possibility. We had cases like this when I was at the D.A. Stalking cases. Sometimes the guy’s just a pathetic asshole, and he gives up or gets drunk and forgets it, or drifts away or lands in jail. Or it could happen that the guy decides that if he can’t have you, nobody else can.”
Lanin had gone deathly pale. “You mean, he could, like attack me?”
“Yeah, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves, okay? I said I couldn’t pull strings, but that’s not completely true. I know cops, actually one cop in particular, who’d be willing to help out. Let me take a day or so to look into it, see if this bozo has a sheet on him, find out where he’s coming from. He knows a lot about you, and our first step is to find out something about him.”
“But what’ll I do meanwhile?” Lanin cried.
“Nothing different from what you’re doing now. I’d suggest you keep your social contacts limited, especially with guys-not for your sake, for theirs. And let me pick up and drop off Miranda for a while. You should stick close to home and work until we can get this sorted out. You should get your phone number changed too.”
“Oh, Jesus, I can’t believe this is happening. You’re sure you want to get involved.. ?”
“Oh, no problem,” said Marlene lightly. “I was looking for something to pass the time. I’m pregnant.”
Lanin’s mouth opened, then closed, and then opened again to let out a spluttering laugh, not that far from hysteria. “Congratulations!” she said, and giggled.
“Thank you,” said Marlene, and then, “Could I use your bathroom?”
Marlene left Carrie Lanin’s shortly after throwing up the remains of her light breakfast, did some quick food shopping, carefully averting her eyes from the display of meat at DiAngelo’s, and returned to the loft, where she immediately put in a call to Harry Bello at the D.A.’s office. Bello was a former Brooklyn homicide detective whom Marlene had recruited to work with the Rape Bureau when she had been in charge of it. He was also Lucy Karp’s godfather. Bello agreed to check out Robert Pruitt. He didn’t ask any questions or require any covering small talk to get him in the mood to help. That was one of the nice things about Bello, who did not have that many other nice things about him.
At two-thirty, she left to pick up the two kids at school. Carrie Lanin had called ahead, and Miranda was waiting with Lucy in the schoolyard. As she put the kids in the car, she noticed a man leaning against an old blue Dodge Fury. He was looking at them, or rather, he was looking at Miranda, because when she ran back to the chain-link gate to pick up a paper she had forgotten, shoved into the links of the fence, the man’s eyes followed the child.
Marlene made sure the children were belted in and said, “Girls, just give me a minute, I have to walk Sweety,” and then went around and popped open the hatchback. Sweety, who did not need a walk at all but who was not going to turn down a freebie, leaped out. Marlene snapped the short leather lead onto its collar and headed down Henry Street. She went once past the schoolyard and then crossed and came back down the other side. The dog snuffled along the curb, marked a power pole, sniffed the tires of the Fury and the shoes of the man leaning against it. Marlene looked him straight in the face. His hair was shorter and thinner than it had been in high school, and his skin was clear and tanned, but the eyes, pale and a shade too close together under straight, heavy brows, were the same. It was Pruitt. He returned her look with a blank stare for a moment and then opened his car door abruptly, so that she had to pull the dog sharply away from its swing. Then he sat down in the driver’s seat and started the engine. As she walked back to her car, she could feel his eyes on her back.
All in all, Marlene considered that the heroism she was displaying in involving herself in the confrontation of a potentially dangerous stalker was as nothing compared to what she went through in preparing a nice dinner for her family that evening. The odor of broiling lamb chops went right to her gut, and it was only with the greatest of self-control that she managed to cook, serve, and sit through the meal. She herself consumed only a few small chunks of Italian bread.
“Not eating?” observed her husband.
“Can’t slip anything past you,” replied Marlene tightly.
“Are you sick, or.. ?”
“It’s definitely ‘or.’ I made an appointment with Memelstein to confirm.”
Karp beamed and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “That’s great, babe.”
“What’s great?” asked Lucy Karp.
“Mommy’s pregnant,” said Karp, and, seeing the blank expression on her face, added, “She’s going to have another baby. It’ll be your brother. Or sister.”
“Which one?” asked Lucy suspiciously.
“We don’t know yet.”
“Could she sleep in my room?”
“We’ll see.”
“I made my own lunch today,” said Lucy after a pause.
“Really? What did you have?”
“Chocolate chip cookies and ice cream. And a celery,” Lucy said and added, “For health.”
“Didn’t the ice cream melt?”
“No,” said Lucy straight-faced. “Can I watch TV? I mean, may I be excused?”
After the child had dashed off, Karp said, “That was a competent lie.”
“What do you expect from the spawn of two lawyers? And what did you do today, dear?”
“Among many other duties, I filed Murray’s suit first thing this morning. The Bloom thing.”
“Bloom? I thought the Mayor and the health department were the defendants.”
“Legally, yes. But Bloom is behind it all. Which I will demonstrate. And find out why. Speaking of which, do you remember Phil DeLino?”
“Vaguely,” said Marlene. “He worked for you when you had Criminal Courts. He didn’t stay long, did he?”
“No, he was one of those guys who zip through to punch their ticket. But a good guy. A great deal maker. Even if he had a losing hand, he’d tough it out with the defendant. And he’d go to trial too; he had the balls for it. I was sorry to lose him. Anyway, he called me late today. He’s a special assistant in the Mayor’s office.”
“Yeah? What did he want?”
“To talk about the suit. Off the record. The Mayor apparently is not pleased. I’m seeing him tomorrow.”
Marlene got up and started clearing dishes. “Speaking of former acquaintances, I spent the morning with Carrie Lanin. Did you ever meet her?”
“She was in that play group, right? Madeleine?”
“Miranda. She was spooked. It seems somebody she went to high school with is stalking her.” She filled Karp in on Lanin’s story while she washed and he dried.
“You think the guy could be dangerous?” asked Karp as he tossed chop bones to Sweety, who crunched them up like Fritos.
“That’s what I’m going to try and find out. I got Harry in on it.”
Karp paused in his wiping as a familiar and unpleasant thought sprang into his consciousness. “Uh, Marlene, this isn’t going to, um, get you into trouble, is it?”
“It’s too early to tell. And what if it is? You know I-” She stopped talking and grimaced as a spasm of nausea passed.
“What’s the matter? Still feeling sick?”
Marlene groaned. “Yes. They call it morning sickness for a good reason. It’s not supposed to last all fucking day.”
“Maybe it’s different when you’re carrying a first-round NBA draft choice in your womb. Extra male hormones…?”