“Like?”
“She had me pulling records. Do you realize that four different morgues handled the victims and the suspect, depending on where they were killed?”
“I’m aware,” Suzanne said.
“That’s a lot of groundwork. Then verifying all the information-Rosemary was a stickler for details. Everything had to be verified and reverified.”
“Where were you Tuesday?”
“Tuesday I went to the Jacobi Medical Center, in the Bronx. Yesterday, before I knew she was killed, I was taking pictures outside of the suspect’s art gallery.”
Joe asked, “What about Rob Banker?”
“The Times reporter? They were friends.”
“Was he consulting on this particular book?”
“She talked to him about it. I wasn’t part of those conversations.”
Suzanne asked, “Did you or Ms. Weber contact anyone involved in the Cinderella Strangler case who seemed agitated or angry about the prospect of their lives being dragged through the mud?”
“Rosemary handles these situations carefully. She’s very fair. Have you read her books?”
“No,” Suzanne said. And she didn’t want to, though she thought she might have to now. Lucy was reading them; maybe Suzanne could rely on her analysis.
Joe asked, “Did you go with Ms. Weber on the interviews?”
“She hasn’t even gotten that far. She sent preliminary communications to the key people in the case-like you,” he said to Suzanne, “and Detective Panetta, the reporters who documented the investigation. The guy Barnett.”
Barnett, who’d been a key suspect in the Cinderella Strangler case, would not want to be the subject of any true crime book, not when it would drag his younger brother through this mess again. Barnett had a temper as well. But Suzanne didn’t see him stabbing Rosemary Weber and stealing her ring and phone to make it look like a robbery. And why would she meet with him in the parking lot of a baseball stadium? Still, Suzanne would talk to him. If he thought that Weber was a threat to his younger brother, he might hire someone to kill her. It didn’t feel right to Suzanne, but she’d have to confirm it one way or the other.
“How did the meeting go with Barnett?” she asked.
“She talked to him on the phone; that’s all I know. She didn’t give me any notes to transcribe.”
“Notes?”
“She records everything; I transcribe them. But she hasn’t done any interviews yet. The only things I’ve transcribed were her notes to herself.”
“Does she use a tape recorder? Her phone?”
“A small tape recorder. She has several.”
No tape recorder had been found on Weber’s body.
Suzanne asked, “Did Ms. Weber ask you to research a consultant on the case, Lucy Kincaid?”
Kip shook his head and Suzanne was relieved; then Kip said, “She mentioned her, but didn’t ask me to do anything. Why?”
“Kincaid’s involvement wasn’t part of the public file.”
Kip said, “Rosemary knew everyone. And I mean everyone. She knew things she probably shouldn’t know. You should read her books-you’ll know what I mean.”
Joe said, “I’ll need all your notes and files.”
“Why?”
“Part of the investigation.” Joe slid over his card. “To my attention, please.”
Suzanne asked, “Did Rosemary receive any threatening letters or e-mails?”
“Not that I know of. But she had a P.O. box and she handled her own mail. There was this one guy, though, up at Rikers, who kept sending her letters. Every week. He wanted her to write a book about his crimes and prove he was innocent. She laughed over them and threw them away. Said she got hundreds of letters from prisoners claiming they were framed, but this guy was the most persistent.”
“Do you remember his name?”
Kip shook his head. “Sorry.”
“If you remember anything else that may be important to the case, please let us know.” Suzanne gave Kip her card to go with Joe’s. “No matter how small.”
Leaving, Joe said, “What do you think?”
“I think I need to talk to Barnett and you need to check out her P.O. box and this guy from Rikers.”
“Motive?”
“I don’t see Barnett killing her, but he’s very protective of his brother, and leave no stone unturned, right?”
“If this prisoner wrote her every week, someone at the prison knows who he is. What about the assistant?”
Suzanne raised an eyebrow. “Motive?”
“Maybe she was going to fire him, or she pissed him off. His professor said he had no complaints about his job with Weber, but you never know. I’ll run him, but he seems to be what he is. In the meantime, I’m going to head over to the morgue. Want to come?”
“No. I’ll talk to Barnett and let you know what I learn.”
“Dinner?”
“No.”
“I’ll see you at seven. Same place.”
“I said no, Joe-and this time I mean it.”
I hope.
“Where’s your FBI buddy?”
Suzanne had almost forgotten about Tony Presidio. She glanced at her watch, then looked at the map of the library. “Manuscript archives.” She and Joe found the reference desk and asked about Tony.
The clerk looked nervous. “He’s with the head librarian in the storage basement.”
“Please take us down there,” Suzanne said, and showed her badge.
It was a maze to finally locate Tony. He was talking in a low, angry voice to a middle-aged female librarian.
“You have protocols, but you’re saying they weren’t followed?”
The librarian said, “I don’t know what happened, sir. I’ve called the director. I’m sure they were misfiled.”
“But according to your records, they’ve never been viewed since Ms. Weber donated her archives to the library.”
Suzanne approached. “What happened?”
Tony gestured to two boxes on the floor next to him. “They can’t find one of Weber’s boxes, but according to their computer, no one has looked at it since it was donated three years ago.”
“Which box?”
“The Rachel McMahon murder.”
“Security cameras?”
“We have live cameras that are monitored by campus security, but don’t keep internal backup tapes,” the librarian said.
“And we don’t know when it went missing. Anytime in the last three years,” Tony said.
He seemed unusually angry about the misplaced file box, but Suzanne didn’t know him well enough to know if that was par for the course. She gave the librarian her card and said, “If it turns up, call me immediately.”
“I’m assigning two of my best archivists to search for it,” she said, eager to please.
“Thank you.”
Suzanne walked out with Joe and Tony.
“It’s about that case,” Tony said.
“We don’t know that,” Joe said. “Why would the killer wait so many years to go after her?”
“I don’t know, but she made a lot of enemies after she wrote that book, particularly in law enforcement.”
“Are you saying a cop killed her?”
“No. But she highlighted the flaws in the investigation, which all stemmed from erroneous information that the victim’s family provided. By the time we sorted through the truth and lies, Rachel was dead. In fact, she was dead before anyone knew she was missing.”
“Maybe the research assistant knows where it is,” Suzanne said.
Joe glanced at his watch. “I have to talk to the M.E. Call me if you find anything.” He left, and Suzanne turned to Tony.
“Do you have any other information about why you think it’s connected to McMahon?”
He shook his head. “It’s odd that all three manuscript files were submitted three years ago, shortly after her third book came out, and only that one is missing.”
Suzanne led the way back to the sixth floor. Kip Todd was still sitting where she’d left him, but he wasn’t working. He was staring at the wall in front of him.
He seemed startled to see her again so soon.
“More questions?”