“Peabody,” she said the minute she ended transmission, “with me.”
“Have we got something?”
“I had a man watching Renquist’s place. The nanny just took a cab to theMetropolitanMuseum, without the kid. I’ve been looking for an opening to talk to her solo.”
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Sophiawas doing a slow walk through French impressionism.Eve spoke briefly to the shadow, dismissed her, then wandered in the au pair’s direction.
“SophiaDiCarlo.”Eve held up her badge and watched the woman jolt and go pale.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Then you shouldn’t look so guilty. Let’s sit down.”
“I haven’t broken the law.”
“Then don’t start now by refusing to speak to a police officer.” It was hardly a criminal offense, but she could see Sophia didn’t know that.
“Mrs. Renquist said I wasn’t to speak to you. How did you find me here? I could lose my job. It’s a good job. I do a good job with Rose.”
“I’m sure you do, and Mrs. Renquist doesn’t have to know you spoke with me.”
To ensure some cooperation, Eve took her arm and drew her to a bench in the center of the room. “Why do you think Mrs. Renquist doesn’t want you to talk to me?”
“People gossip. If the family and the staff are questioned by the police, people will gossip. Her husband is a very important man, very important. People like to gossip about important men.”
She wrung her hands as she spoke. It wasn’t often Eve saw someone actually wring their hands. Nerves, and something closer to fear, shimmered around the woman like warning lights.
“Sophia, I checked with INS. You’re legal. Why are you afraid to talk to the police?”
“I told you. Mr. and Mrs. Renquist brought me to America, they gave me a job. If they’re displeased, they could send me away. I love Rose. I don’t want to lose my little girl.”
“How long have you worked for them?”
“Five years. Rose was only a one-year-old. She’s such a good girl.”
“What about her parents? Are they easy to work for?”
“They… they are very fair. I have a beautiful room and a good salary. I have one full day and one afternoon off every week. I like to come here, to the museum. I’m improving myself.”
“Do they get along? The Renquists?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Do they argue?”
“No.”
“Not ever.”
Sophia went from looking terrified to desperate. “They are very proper, at all times.”
“That’s hard to swallow, Sophia. You’ve lived in their home for five years and have never witnessed an impropriety, never overheard an argument.”
“It’s not my place-”
“I’m making it your place.” Five years, Eve thought. At the going salary rate, the woman would have a reasonable financial cushion. The vague possibility of losing her job might upset her, but not frighten her. “Why are you scared of them?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes, you do.” It was in her eyes now, too easily recognizable. “Does he come to your room at night, when the girl’s asleep? When his wife’s down the hall?”
Tears welled up, spilled over. “No. No! I won’t talk this way. I’ll lose my job-”
“Look at me.” Eve gripped Sophia’s busy hands, squeezed. “I’ve just left the hospital where a woman is losing her life. You will talk to me, and you’ll tell me the truth.”
“You won’t believe me. He’s a very important man. You’ll say I’m a liar, and I’ll be sent away.”
“That’s what he told you. No one will believe you. ‘I can do whatever I want because no one would believe it.’ He’s wrong. Look at me, look at my face. I’ll believe you.”
The tears had to blur her vision, but she must have seen something, seen enough to have the words come flooding out. “He says I must, because his wife will not. Not since she learned she carried a child. They have separate rooms. It is… he says it is the civilized way of marriage, and that it’s my place to let him… touch me.”
“It’s not the civilized way of anything.”
“He’s an important man, and I’m just a servant.” Though she continued to cry, her voice held a cold finality. “If I speak of it, he’ll send me away, away from Rose, in disgrace. Shame my family, ruin them. So he comes to my room, and he locks the door, and he turns off the lights. I do what he tells me to do, and he leaves me again.”
“Does he hurt you?”
“Sometimes.” She looked down at her hands, and the tears that dripped on them. “If he’s not able… not able to, he becomes angry. She knows.” Sophia lifted her drenched eyes. “Mrs. Renquist. There is nothing that happens in the house that she doesn’t know. But she does nothing, says nothing. And I know, in my heart, she will hurt me more than he could if she finds out I spoke of it.”
“I want you to think back, to the night, the early morning of September second. Was he home?”
“I don’t know. I swear to you,” she rushed on before Eve could speak. “My room is at the back of the house, and my door is closed. I don’t hear if someone comes in or goes out. I have an intercom for Rose’s room. It’s always on, except… except when he turns it off. I never leave my room at night, unless Rose needs me.”
“The following Sunday morning.”
“The family had brunch, as they always do. Ten-thirty. Exactly ten-thirty. No minute sooner, no minute later.”
“Earlier than that. Say eight o’clock. Was he in the house then?”
“I don’t know.” She bit her bottom lip as she tried to remember. “I think not. I was in Rose’s room, helping her pick her dress for the day. She must wear a proper dress on Sunday. I saw, from the window, Mr. Renquist drive to the house. It was perhaps nine-thirty. He sometimes plays golf or tennis on Sunday mornings. It’s part of his work, to socialize.”
“What was he wearing?”
“I… I’m sorry. I don’t remember. A golf shirt, I think. I think. Not a suit, but something casual for summer. They dress carefully, both of them. Appropriately.”
“And last night? Was he home all night?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t come to my room.”
“This morning. How did he behave this morning?”
“I didn’t see him. I was instructed to give Rose her breakfast in the nursery. We do this if Mr. or Mrs. Renquist is very busy, or unwell, or if they have appointments.”
“Which was it?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t told.”
“Is there any place in the house where he goes that you and the child aren’t allowed?”
“His office. He’s a very important man, doing very important work. His office is locked, and no one is to disturb him there.”
“Okay. I may need to talk to you again. In the meantime, I can help you. What Renquist is doing to you is wrong, and it’s a crime. I can make it stop.”
“Please. Please. If you do anything, I’ll have to leave. Rose needs me. Mrs. Renquist doesn’t love Rose, not the way I do, and he-he barely notices the child. The other, what he does, it’s not important. It isn’t so very often, not any longer. I think he loses interest.”
“If you change your mind, you can contact me. I’ll help you.”
Chapter19
A call to Renquist’s office netted her the information that he’d been called out of town, and would be unavailable for the next two days. She went through the formality of making an appointment upon his return, then drove to his house.
The housekeeper gave her the same information.
“You see him leave? You personally?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You watch him walk out the door with his suitcase?”
“I fail to see the relevance of such a question, but as it happens, I carriedMr. Renquist’s luggage to the car myself.”
“Where’d he go?”
“I’m not privy to that information, and would not be free to divulge it if I were.Mr. Renquist’s duties often require travel.”