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“My God.”
I pulled Co
“That’s the key to her desk,” he said.
“And this is the key Martin Jewell gave her for the door to the old office when they were having an affair. This one fits the apartment at Gramercy Park.” I showed it to him. “What surprised someone I showed it to was how she would have an original key to the apartment on an old key ring if she had to turn it in when she moved. But Co
“She roomed with my sister for a while at the end. They’d met at a class a couple of months before. She told me that on Thanksgiving Day when I was prying information out of her.”
“It probably started very i
“I hate that woman,” he said with a sob in his throat.
“What did you do with her?” I asked gently.
“Sorry. That’s my secret.”
“Can I get you anything?”
He shook his head. “Thanks for coming. I led you a merry chase. I didn’t expect you to be nice to me.”
It hadn’t all been kindness. I wanted information from him. I wanted to know the missing details, the motives, the means he had used to achieve his end. “Do you need a lawyer?”
“They read me my rights last night. They’ll supply one.”
“I can get you someone very good.”
He put his head down and wept. I patted him on the back and called for someone to come and let me out.
—
I went home and made some phone calls. The first one was to Arnold.
“Haven’t heard from you for a while. You get your man yet?”
“Last night. I didn’t get him; the police did.”
“With a little help from the suburbs.”
“A little,” I admitted. “It’s a very sad case, Arnold.”
“Murder is always sad.”
“This is a brother avenging his sister’s death. I really feel for him.”
“You feel for everyone, Chrissie. It’s why we love you. I guess he needs a lawyer.”
“Very badly. I hate to ask—”
“It sounds like an interesting case. What more can a lawyer ask for?”
Plenty, I thought, but I thanked him and gave him the information he needed. Then I called Sandy Gordon.
29
I had a long talk with Joseph on Wednesday. She called Tuesday evening and said she had a meeting at the Chancery the next morning and could we meet for lunch after that? There was nothing I wanted to do more. My conversation with Sandy had been difficult, to say the least, and I looked forward to sitting down and relaxing with an old friend.
We met at the magnificent restaurant in the Palace Hotel across Madison Avenue from the Chancery at twelve-thirty and Joseph ordered Joh
“I think you have lots to tell me,” she said.
“You were right to be concerned about the key. The woman who was kidnapped had murdered a woman named Natalie Miller, and when she buried the body, she removed the dead woman’s keys from her handbag. When the killer, Co
“And did well in the job, I gather.”
“Very well. She worked hard, was dedicated and devoted, managed to have an affair with the boss that unfortunately for her didn’t end in marriage. But they went away for a weekend upstate, and while he slept, she drove to the place where she’d buried the real Natalie.”
“That was chancey.”
“In fact, she got caught. Her cousin was sleeping upstairs and came down with a shotgun to see who was there. They spoke. It was the last time they saw each other.”
“You haven’t told me who the killer was.”
“That’s really the saddest part of the story, Joseph. It was the real Natalie’s brother.”
“A case of revenge.”
“Revenge, anger. He wanted to know where her body was buried and she wouldn’t tell him. Now he won’t say where she’s buried.”
“Maybe that’s his true revenge.”
“I gather Co
“But we’re realists.”
“Yes.”
“And you have another story to tell me.”
“I found my mother’s sister.”
It was a long lunch, and since we were both taking trains from Grand Central, we walked over there together, neither of us in a particular hurry.
I had some errands to run when I got home, and coming back, I spotted Mel out with her kids and they came over to visit. Mel had heard nothing from Sandy, so there was a lot to tell.
By the time she left, I was afraid to call Olive for fear she might be in the middle of an afternoon nap. So I lay down and took one myself.
On Thursday a woman called asking for me. When I said I was Christine Be
“Mrs. Brooks, this is Stanley Colvin, Olive Cleaver’s attorney.”
“Is she all right?” I asked, feeling uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry to tell you Ms. Cleaver passed away Monday night.”
“Oh no. I saw her Monday. She seemed to be doing so well.”
“I think she was very happy to have met you in the last days of her life.”
“Would you like me to arrange a funeral?” I felt choked up, but knew the question had to be asked.
“She took care of everything a long time ago, Mrs. Brooks. Her remains were cremated yesterday, and her ashes will be distributed according to her wishes.”
“I see.”
“She was a very independent person, right up until the end. But she made an addition to her will only a few days before she died. She left you two thousand five hundred dollars and said you would understand why she was giving you that amount.”
My tears were falling by that point, but I managed to thank him for calling. My aunt had repaid her debt for all time.
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Arnold took over Ted Miller’s case. Ted had no desire to stand trial, and Arnold was able to make an interesting deal with the DA. In return for Ted’s telling them where the remains of Co
He had killed her and left her body in the Pine Barrens way out on Long Island. He led the police to the spot and they found what was left of Co
A few days later Detective Evelyn Hogan called to brief me on some new findings. Co
Sandy and I met finally to talk. He took me to lunch in New York and apologized for a lot of things he didn’t have to apologize for. I gave him back the carton of stuff he had given me so many weeks ago, and the way he looked at it, I had the feeling it was headed for the junk pile.