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him. And you tell Mr. Gavropoulos to take this like a man. Anthony, be proud.
Take the damn plea, you tell him. I d rather have a conviction than admit
I ve got one that s too small to be seen.
Janine s jaw dropped, believing as she did for a moment that Chapman s advice
was to be followed.
He s just kidding, Janine. I walked her out of the office into the hallway
and told her how to handle the judge by giving her some case citations on
point before sending her on her way back to the courtroom.
Chapman was holding my coat for me when I went back into the room. C mon,
Blondie, let me take you away from all this. Let s go pick up Mercer and get
to work on a real case. Remember what your Granny Jenny told me that time your
mother had the surprise party for you a couple of years ago?
I knew exactly what he was going to say. It was my Jewish grandmother s
favorite lament, having come to this country from Russia as a young adult,
priding herself on having put her sons through college and professional
schools.
She had looked at Mike when he was introduced as one of my colleagues and
said, as she often did, Seven years of the best education my son could afford
for her and Paul Battaglia makes her an expert on penises and vaginas.Oy. Only
in America.
17
LOVE OR MONEY?
Fifty-fifty. It s a toss-up.
I think it s one more than the other.
How re you counting lust? How re you counting just out and out rage?
Sex-related homicides? As love? That is no good.
Doesn t matter. I think it s money way more often than it s love.
Take all your domestics. It s not love like you might think of it. But
it s love gone bad.
Yeah? Well those domestics are about money just as often as they are about
any kind of emotional miswiring.
I came out of the ladies room in the Mid-Manhattan Hospital cafeteria to
rejoin one of the Chapman-Wallace dialogues on murder.
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What s your tally, Coop?
Don t know. Probably money.
Mercer, most of what we got is Paco shoots Flaco over red tops and blue
tops. The typical homicide squad investigation these days centered over
arguments about crack vials from drug wars in all their rainbow glory of
plastic stoppers scarlet, navy, lavender, yellow, and so on.
Sometimes, Flaco stabs Paco cause his woman cheated on him, Mike went on.
But he usually only gets pissed off about it if she s a moneymaking part of
the operation. Certainly not cause he loves her. These guys love their pit
bulls and their pythons and their cockatoos. Not their broads.
So what hit Gemma Dogen? Love or money? Mercer asked, knowing that neither
Mike nor I had an answer. C mon, let s go see what Spector says.
The three of us wound our way through the maze of double doors and elevators
from the cafeteria in the hospital complex to the quiet sixth-floor wing of
Minuit Medical College. Mike gave his name to the receptionist at the main
desk.
Is Dr. Spector expecting you?
Yes, ma am. We re homicide detectives and Miss Cooper s from the D.A. s
office.
He hadn t said that we were typhoid fever carriers but our job titles
elicited about the same kind of response. She frowned once at us, rolled her
chair away from our direction, and then avoided all further eye contact as she
rang Spector s office to tell him that those people were here.
Last door on your right, before the library.
We proceeded down the corridor, past the darkened office that had been
Gemma s.
Spector stood in the doorway to welcome us, his easy smile and open manner
exuding the confidence that his reputation suggested he owned. At five foot
six inches, he was shorter than each of us, and his reddish brown hair was
beginning to recede.
Still, he appeared to be younger than fifty-two, which is what Mercer s notes
had given as his age.
Like Gemma s, Spector s office was crammed with an assortment of professional
items and devices, photographs and awards. But unlike hers, his was also alive
with signs of personal connection children s faces beamed out of Plexiglas
frames and humorous tributes from students were painted on posters as well as
on plastic vertebrae.
So you re the people who are trying to restore some order to our little
household, are you?
You wouldn t think so, from the way the receptionist greeted us just now,
Mike answered.
As you might guess, things haven t gotten anywhere near back to normal yet,
if you can ever describe a complex like this as normal. The press hasn t
been very kind to us. Makes us sound like we re not running a very tight
operation.
And you, young lady, he said, gesturing toward me. Well, once you bring a
lawyer into the mix, a lot of the doctors just panic. The stereotypical
distrust between the two professions is like a bad joke. I ve tried to [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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him. And you tell Mr. Gavropoulos to take this like a man. Anthony, be proud.
Take the damn plea, you tell him. I d rather have a conviction than admit
I ve got one that s too small to be seen.
Janine s jaw dropped, believing as she did for a moment that Chapman s advice
was to be followed.
He s just kidding, Janine. I walked her out of the office into the hallway
and told her how to handle the judge by giving her some case citations on
point before sending her on her way back to the courtroom.
Chapman was holding my coat for me when I went back into the room. C mon,
Blondie, let me take you away from all this. Let s go pick up Mercer and get
to work on a real case. Remember what your Granny Jenny told me that time your
mother had the surprise party for you a couple of years ago?
I knew exactly what he was going to say. It was my Jewish grandmother s
favorite lament, having come to this country from Russia as a young adult,
priding herself on having put her sons through college and professional
schools.
She had looked at Mike when he was introduced as one of my colleagues and
said, as she often did, Seven years of the best education my son could afford
for her and Paul Battaglia makes her an expert on penises and vaginas.Oy. Only
in America.
17
LOVE OR MONEY?
Fifty-fifty. It s a toss-up.
I think it s one more than the other.
How re you counting lust? How re you counting just out and out rage?
Sex-related homicides? As love? That is no good.
Doesn t matter. I think it s money way more often than it s love.
Take all your domestics. It s not love like you might think of it. But
it s love gone bad.
Yeah? Well those domestics are about money just as often as they are about
any kind of emotional miswiring.
I came out of the ladies room in the Mid-Manhattan Hospital cafeteria to
rejoin one of the Chapman-Wallace dialogues on murder.
Page 86
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What s your tally, Coop?
Don t know. Probably money.
Mercer, most of what we got is Paco shoots Flaco over red tops and blue
tops. The typical homicide squad investigation these days centered over
arguments about crack vials from drug wars in all their rainbow glory of
plastic stoppers scarlet, navy, lavender, yellow, and so on.
Sometimes, Flaco stabs Paco cause his woman cheated on him, Mike went on.
But he usually only gets pissed off about it if she s a moneymaking part of
the operation. Certainly not cause he loves her. These guys love their pit
bulls and their pythons and their cockatoos. Not their broads.
So what hit Gemma Dogen? Love or money? Mercer asked, knowing that neither
Mike nor I had an answer. C mon, let s go see what Spector says.
The three of us wound our way through the maze of double doors and elevators
from the cafeteria in the hospital complex to the quiet sixth-floor wing of
Minuit Medical College. Mike gave his name to the receptionist at the main
desk.
Is Dr. Spector expecting you?
Yes, ma am. We re homicide detectives and Miss Cooper s from the D.A. s
office.
He hadn t said that we were typhoid fever carriers but our job titles
elicited about the same kind of response. She frowned once at us, rolled her
chair away from our direction, and then avoided all further eye contact as she
rang Spector s office to tell him that those people were here.
Last door on your right, before the library.
We proceeded down the corridor, past the darkened office that had been
Gemma s.
Spector stood in the doorway to welcome us, his easy smile and open manner
exuding the confidence that his reputation suggested he owned. At five foot
six inches, he was shorter than each of us, and his reddish brown hair was
beginning to recede.
Still, he appeared to be younger than fifty-two, which is what Mercer s notes
had given as his age.
Like Gemma s, Spector s office was crammed with an assortment of professional
items and devices, photographs and awards. But unlike hers, his was also alive
with signs of personal connection children s faces beamed out of Plexiglas
frames and humorous tributes from students were painted on posters as well as
on plastic vertebrae.
So you re the people who are trying to restore some order to our little
household, are you?
You wouldn t think so, from the way the receptionist greeted us just now,
Mike answered.
As you might guess, things haven t gotten anywhere near back to normal yet,
if you can ever describe a complex like this as normal. The press hasn t
been very kind to us. Makes us sound like we re not running a very tight
operation.
And you, young lady, he said, gesturing toward me. Well, once you bring a
lawyer into the mix, a lot of the doctors just panic. The stereotypical
distrust between the two professions is like a bad joke. I ve tried to [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]