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„He did sort of go crazy. Jeez, Dallas, he basically locked himself up there in that place for over ten years, with a body behind the wall.“
„Maybe. Let’s get the bones dated and identified before we jump there. The crime scene guys were all but weeping with joy over those bones. While they’re having their fun, we’ve got an active case, from this century.“
„But you’re curious, right? You gotta wonder if we just found Bobbie Bray. And the hair clips. Is that spooky or what?“
„Nothing spooky about a killer planting them. Wanted us to find the bones, that’s a given. So co
„Vic was sixty-two at TOD. Three marriages, three divorces. Only offspring – son from second marriage.“ Peabody sca
Peabody glanced over. „The Hopkins line doesn’t go toward longevity and propagation. Part of the curse.“
„Part of birth control practices and lousy luck,“ Eve corrected. „What else – salient – do we have?“
„You gotta wonder,“ Peabody went on. „I mean Hopkins number two was married four times. Four. One surviving son – or surviving until now. He had a daughter from another marriage who drowned when she was a teenager, and another son – still another marriage – who hanged himself when he was twenty-three. That’s the kind of consistent bad luck that says curse to me.“
„It says pretty irrelevant background data to me. Give me something on our vie.“
„Okay, okay. Rad Hopkins went through a lot of the money his father managed to recoup, and most of what he’d inherited from his mother, who was a socialite with some traces of blue blood. He had a few minor smudges for illegals, solicitation, gray-area business practices. No time served. Oh, no collector’s license for firearms.“
„Where are the ex-wives?“
„Number one’s based in New L.A. B-movie actress. Well, B-minus, really. Number three’s in Europe, married to some minor English aristocrat. But Number two’s here in New York. Fa
„ New York ’s an easy place to get to and get out of. We’ll run them all. Business partners?“
„None currently. He’s had a mess of them, off and on. But he was the sole owner and proprietor of Number Twelve Productions, which has the same address as his residence. He bought the building he died in at auction about six months ago.“
„Not much work done in there in six months.“
„I tagged the construction company from the name on the building permit. Owner tells me they got called off after three weeks. Their scuttlebutt is Hopkins ran out of money, and scrambled around for some backers. But he said he had a call from the vie a few days ago, wanting to schedule work to start up again.“
„So maybe he got some money, or wheeled some sort of deal.“
She found the miracle of a street-level spot a half block from Hopkins ’s building.
„Decent digs,“ Eve noted. „Fancy antique wrist unit, designer wallet, pricey shoes. Doesn’t give the appearance of hurting financially.“
She flashed her badge at the doorman. „ Hopkins,“ she said. „RadcliffC.“
„I’ll ring up and let him know you’d like to speak with him.“
„Don’t bother. He’s in the morgue. When’s the last time you saw him?“
„Dead?“ The doorman, a short, stocky mixed-race man of about forty, stared at Eve as his jaw dropped. „Mr. Hopkins is dead? An accident?“
„Yes, he’s dead. No, it wasn’t an accident. When did you last see him?“
„Yesterday. He went out about twelve-thirty in the afternoon, came back around two. I went off duty at four. My replacement would have gone off at midnight. No doorman from midnight to eight.“
„Anybody come to see him?“
„No one that checked in with me. The building’s secured. Passcodes are required for the elevators. Mr. Hopkins’s apartment is on the sixth floor.“ The doorman shook his head, rubbed a gloved hand over the back of his neck. „Dead. I just can’t believe it.“
„He live alone?“
„He did, yes.“
„Entertain much?“
„Occasionally.“
„Overnight entertaining? Come on, Cleeve,“ Eve prompted, sca
„Occasionally,“ he repeated and puffed out his cheeks. „He, ah, liked variety, so I couldn’t say there was any particular lady. He also liked them young.“
„How young?“
„Mid-twenties, primarily, by my gauge. I haven’t noticed anyone visiting the last couple of weeks. He’s been in and out nearly every day. Meetings, I assume, for the club he’s opening. Was opening.“
„Okay, good enough. We’re going up.“
„I’ll clear the code for you.“ Cleeve held the door for them, then walked to the first of two elevators. He skimmed his passcode through the slot, then keyed in his code. „I’m sorry to hear about Mr. Hopkins,“ he said as the doors opened. „He never gave me any trouble.“
„Not a bad epitaph,“ Eve decided as the elevator headed up to six.
The apartment was single-level, but spacious. Particularly since it was nearly empty of furnishings. There was a sleep chair in the living room, facing a wall screen. There were a multitude of high-end electronics and carton after carton of entertainment discs. It was all open space with a colored-glass wall separating the sleeping area.
„There was art on the walls,“ Eve noted. „You can see the squares and rectangles of darker paint where they must’ve hung. Probably sold mem to get some capital for his project.“
A second bedroom was set up as an office, and from the state of it, Eve didn’t judge Hopkins had been a tidy or organized businessman. The desk was heaped with scribbled notes, sketches, memo cubes, coffee cups and plates from working meals.
A playback of the desk ‘link was loaded with oily conversation with the recently deceased pitching his project to potential backers or arranging meetings where she supposed he’d have been doing the same.
„Let’s have EDD go through all the data and communication.“ The Electronic Detective Division could comb through the transmissions and data faster and more efficiently than she. „Doesn’t look like he’s entertained here recently, which jibes with our doorman’s statement. Nothing personal in the last little while on his home ‘link. It’s all about money.“
She walked through the apartment. The guy wasn’t living there so much as surviving. Selling off his stuff, scrambling for capital. „The motive’s not all about money, though. He couldn’t have had enough for that. The motive’s emotional. It’s personal. Kill him where the yellowing bones of a previous victim are hidden. Purposeful. Building was auctioned off six months ago? Private or public?“
„I can check,“ Peabody began.
„I got a quicker source.“
It seemed to her the guy she’d married was always in, on his way to or coming back from some meeting. Then again, he seemed to like them. It took all kinds.
And she had to admit when that face of his filled her screen, it put a little boost in her step to think: mine.
„Quick question,“ she began. „Number Twelve. Any details on its auction?“
His dark brows raised over those intense blue eyes. „Bought for a song, which will likely turn out to be a dirge. Or has it already?“ Roarke asked her.
„You’re quick, too. Yeah, current owner’s in the morgue. He got it on the cheap?“
„Previous owners had it on the market for several years, and put it up for public auction a few months ago after the last fire.“
„Fire?“
„There’ve been several. Unexplained,“ he added with that Irish lilt cruising through his voice. „ Hopkins, wasn’t it? Descendent of infamy. How was he killed?“