“I have terrible news to report,” Levin said somberly as soon as everyone was quiet. “Dr. Keaton was found murdered in his apartment today.”
There were exclamations of horror around the room. Lake’s eyes met Steve’s, and he flashed her a look of shock. Chelsea, one of the young embryologists, burst into tears, and then there was a flurry of questions.
“Please, everyone,” Levin,” said. “We have two detectives here and they need our cooperation.”
“Folks, we’re very sorry for your loss,” the one with the unkind eyes said. “I’m Detective Hull and this is Detective McCarty. We’re here because we need to speak to each of you privately. Until it’s your turn to meet with us, just resume what you were doing. And do not discuss the case among yourselves at this time.”
Levin interjected, telling everyone that all nonessential appointments were being canceled for the day and that it was critical to give the remaining patients the best care possible. He dismissed the meeting then and everyone dispersed, walking zombie-like out of the conference room.
Back in the small conference room, Lake opened one of her folders, trying not to let her hand shake. She mentally rehearsed for the meeting with the detectives, trying to guess the questions they’d ask. They’d want to know if she was at all friendly with Keaton. Grasping at straws, she thought of a marketing strategy she once read about called the Rule of Candor: admit a negative and twist it into a positive. She’d need to be forthcoming about talking to Keaton yesterday in the office. It would be better than having them find out about it from Brie.
Rory came in at one point to place a reference book back on the bookshelf. Her eyes were misty and she had one hand draped across her pregnant belly.
“Isn’t it horrible?” she said to Lake. “He was only forty-five.”
“I know,” Lake said. “Who-who do you think would have wanted to kill him?”
“Oh, but they told us not to talk about the crime,” Rory admonished
“I know. I just-” Lake said defensively. But Rory turned and left before she could finish.
Lake assumed the detectives were calling people one by one into the large conference room so she was startled when a short while later they entered the small conference room where she was sitting.
“Lake Warren?” McCarty, the nicer-seeming detective, asked.
“Yes.” She started to rise but he motioned for her to stay seated. They slid into chairs opposite her, and McCarty flipped open a notebook.
“So you’ve worked here for just a few weeks?” McCarty said.
“Um, yes. Though I’m not an actual employee. I’m a freelance consultant.” Her words sounded clunky, as if she were relearning how to speak.
“Did you know Dr. Keaton very well?” McCarty asked.
“No. No, I didn’t. But I did chat with him a little bit yesterday.”
“What’d you talk about?”
“His joining the practice, some details about his former clinic.”
“And what about previously?” Hull asked, speaking for the first time.
“Previously?” she said, confused.
“Did you know him previously?” he asked, staring at her.
Her pulse jumped. Why was he asking that?
“No,” she said as evenly as possible. “I only met him when I started working here.”
McCarty scribbled a few notes in his pad and then looked back at her.
“Tell us about dinner last night. What did the two of you talk about?” he said.
“We didn’t talk. To each other, that is. We were seated at opposite ends of the table.”
Don’t sound so defensive, she told herself. She was starting to feel ill with anxiety.
“And after dinner?”
“You mean, did I speak to him?”
“Yup.”
“No-he left early. He said something about needing to call a patient. I was one of the last to leave the restaurant.”
The two men swapped a look, and then Hull trained his gaze at Lake.
“And then what?” Hull said, his voice hard. “Because you didn’t go home right away, did you?”
5
LAKE FELT AS if she’d been stabbed with a shot of adrenaline and instinctively she touched her cheek with her hand, to the spot where her birthmark once was. Did they know she’d gone to Keaton’s? That she’d spent the night with him? She wondered suddenly if there’d been a security camera in his lobby.
But if they’d known she had been with him, they wouldn’t have waited so long to interview her. They must be just toying with her, she decided, seeing what they could find out. They were probably doing the same thing with everyone who was at the dinner.
“You mean, did I go someplace else-after the dinner?” Lake asked. She tried to keep the nervousness out of her voice but it felt like trying to submerge an oar in water.
“Did you?” Hull prodded.
“No,” she said. “I caught a cab and went home.”
“Which way did you head?” he said.
Why was he asking that? she wondered anxiously.
“West-and then north. I live on the Upper West Side.”
“Dr. Salman says he saw you headed east on Spring Street,” Hull said. “He passed you in his car.”
Oh God, she thought. Had Steve also seen her turn up Crosby? Could he have spotted her going into Keaton’s building? She had to gamble and assume they didn’t know.
“Well, I did walk around a little. I couldn’t find a cab right away”
“Why go east, though, if you live on the Upper West Side?”
A lump formed in her throat, but she had to answer.
“I did look on Broadway first but I didn’t see any cabs. So I thought I’d try farther east. When I didn’t have any luck there, I went back to Broadway.”
McCarty scribbled again-more words, it seemed, than she’d spoken. What was he writing down about her?
“Did you see anyone from the dinner party when you were strolling about?” Hull asked. He seemed to be mocking her.
“No, no one,” she said.
“Tell us more about the dinner,” Hull said. “What was the mood like?”
“Very nice,” she said. She slowly let out a breath. “People seemed happy that Dr. Keaton was joining the practice.”
“And were you surprised to have been included?” Hull asked.
“Uh, not really,” she said. “I think the doctors here realize that it’s helpful for me to spend time with them. Get to know them.”
The two detectives exchanged another look. She wished she could just bolt from the room.
“All right,” McCarty said, flipping to a clean page of his notebook. “Please write down your name, address, and both your home and cell phone numbers. We may need to speak to you again at some point.”
She couldn’t believe it was finally over. She wrote her information down quickly.
When they rose to go, she stood up too. It seemed silly, as if she were seeing them off after a social visit, but it would have been odd to just sit there. As he reached the door, Hull turned and stared at her. His small eyes were dark and deeply set.
“One more thing,” he said. “What time did you arrive home?”
During all her rehearsing, she had forgotten to factor that. She stared at him blankly as her mind did a desperate calculation. At ten-fifteen she’d been at the corner of Spring and Crosby. It might have taken fifteen minutes to find a cab. Twenty minutes or so to get home.
“The time?” Hull prodded.
“Sorry, I didn’t pay much attention. I guess it was around eleven.”
“And did anyone see you come home? Your husband, for instance?”
Why are you asking that? “I’m not married,” she said. “The doorman might have seen me. But I think he was hailing a cab for someone.”