A present.
This had been Kathy's longest lesson.
The poker game had changed to a bastard version of five-card draw, with deuces wild if you held a queen, and jacks wild if you held a ten. And Charles discovered that Slope was not only a gifted medical examiner, but he could also blow smoke rings.
Slope put up one finger and received one card in an effort to convince the others he held four of a kind. He didn't. "It drove the kid nuts for months trying to figure out why Louis didn't use the goods to blackmail his way to chief of detectives and a slew of pay-offs."
Duffy chimed in, "And I'm sure Kathy was expecting a nice little cut of the action. Two cards."
"And we still have no idea what the kid made of that," said Slope. "Louis thought maybe he lost face with the little brat for a while, that she had him pegged for a sucker, turning down all that great dirt."
"I'll stick with these," said Duffy. "Lousy hand that it is."
"I'm out." The rabbi put down his cards. "When she was twenty years old, Louis almost had a heart attack when she told him she was quitting college to enter the police academy."
"A license to steal and a gun." Duffy clinked a dime into the kitty, and as he looked up, he made his eyebrows dance. "When you see these cards, you're gonna cry, you bastards."
Slope tossed in two dimes, and after the others had followed suit, he splayed out a wild-card jack and three tens, glancing at Duffy with a sly smile. "Louis called in a lot of favors to keep her in Special Crimes so he could protect the city of New York from Kathy."
Rabbi Kaplan put up his hands. "Enough, Edward. You'll make Charles think he's inherited a monster."
"He has," said Duffy, splaying out his wild card and three queens on the table. His short arms barely made the reach to gather in the kitty of nickels and dimes.
"Louis and Helen took Kathy off the street while she still had core emotions left," said Slope. "But she'll never be quite socialized, never altogether civilized. It was just too late, you see."
"She loved Helen at first sight," said Rabbi Kaplan, dealing out the new hand. "But it was a long road for Louis, teaching her to trust him. It was more than a year before she stopped calling Louis "Hey, Cop". Then she got comfortable with "Hey, Markowitz"."
"But she did love Louis," said Slope. "Some kids are a lot worse off for their time on the street. You look into their eyes and there's no one home anymore. They're numb. They're the stuff that serial killers are made of. Kathy's emotions are still very much alive, but it would be a mistake to forget she's damaged."
Charles rearranged his cards, and three men knew he had two pairs. He looked up to smiles all around. "You think the Invisible Man might have been a damaged child?"
Slope held up two fingers for cards. "Louis said some people were just born mean. I have to go along with that. This killer is probably just a garden-variety sociopath, nothing fancy. There are simply too many of them to categorize them as insane."
"Louis favored money incentives for murder." Duffy waved one hand to say he was sticking with the cards dealt him. "Special Crimes was set up to deal with the really brutal, bizarre stuff and a fair share of loonies. But quite a few of the perps turned out to be people with money to gain and a need for stimulation."
"Pardon?"
"Sociopaths need more stimulation. I imagine murder can be rather stimulating," said Slope. "I'm in for a nickle. And the sociopath has all the ethics of an insect."
Three hands later, Charles was down to his last roll of dimes when the rabbi explained that Kathy was predictable in her own peculiar set of ethics. "Kathy's code of behavior was shaped by Helen's character."
Rabbi Kaplan looked at Charles over the tops of some of the worst cards he'd ever held, and he smiled like a winner.
Charles was looking down on a better hand – in fact, a great hand – and as quickly as his face showed all of this to the other players, they laid down their own cards.
"You do realize", said Rabbi Kaplan, "she's going after Louis's killer."
"Louis knew who it was, didn't he?"
"It's hard to say," said Slope. "Louis knew a lot about the murderer, but it was very general stuff. He's a clever bastard, I know that much. He uses a different knife every time. Not even a similarity of serration."
Charles laid down his winning hand to the surprise of no one. "What about the second murder, the car where the Gaynor woman was found? Did the killer have to pick the lock? Wouldn't that suggest an expertise?"
"Good try, Charles," said Duffy, sadly watching the money drift by him and toward Charles's end of the table. "You take any block in New York City, and you'll find at least one unlocked car. The old man who owned that car only drove it when he went to the hospital to visit his wife. He can't remember if he locked it. It's easy to get careless in a neighborhood like that one. There's never been a car theft in Gramercy during daylight hours."
"Doing murder in the daylight should be a bit more difficult than car theft. You think the killer belongs to the square, just blends in with the population?"
"There's no shortage of suspects in Gramercy," said Duffy. "The women left large estates. But there's nothing to tie the heirs to the crime, nothing that wouldn't be laughed out of court. If the heirs have alibis for at least one of the murders, and they do, the other murders would plant reasonable doubt even if you could get circumstantial evidence on one of them."
"This one's so clever," said Rabbi Kaplan, "Louis said he'd have to catch the killer in the act."
"Could there be two of them?"
"It's possible, I suppose," said Slope. "It wasn't Louis's theory. He always referred to one killer. He never said them or they. He called the killer a thing, a freak, an it?
The next hand was under way and Charles dealt the last card to the rabbi. "You were saying that Kathleen's behavior is roughly predictable?"
"If you knew more about Helen, you'd know more about Kathy."
"I'll stick with what I got," said Duffy, declining more cards. "When Kathy was little, she used to steal all kinds of presents for Helen. God, how she loved Helen. She just couldn't steal enough for that woman."
"Two cards," said Slope. "I think it was Kathy's way of paying Helen for loving her."
"Of course, the presents always made Helen cry. One card."
"Well, that confused the kid a lot," said Duffy. "I mean, it was free stuff, wasn't it? So why was Helen crying? Kathy was a good kid… in her own way. She did what Helen told her to do. But she didn't always understand the reasons. Finally, she arrived at a set of rules she could understand. She would never do anything that made
Helen cry, even if she didn't know why Helen cried. The kid never stole another thing."
"Cards, Rabbi?"
"Well, things. She never stole things. One card please. Kathy's moral loopholes were Helen's blind spots. Helen knew nothing about computers. So almost anything she could do with a computer was legal by Kathy's lights."
"And it never occurred to Helen that Kathy could kill," said Slope. "So she never told her not to."
CHAPTER 4
Mallory was out the door, zipping and buttoning as she flew, and "oh, shitting" her damn luck as she pulled the straps of a student book bag over her shoulders. Of all the days to sleep through an alarm. Gaynor would be en route by now, but the subway could get her to the university campus ahead of him.
It was the eight-thirty rush hour when she boarded the subway car and sat cheek and thigh with the workadays who were lucky enough to find seats. Standing passengers were crushing back to the walls, already hassled and stressed by the cattle-car ambience, not wanting any trouble, yet all dressed up in their New York attitudes, up for the battle, the inevitable confrontation that followed the shove, the stepped-on toe, the briefcase pressed into back or gut.