Scudder - Eight Million Ways To Die Part 48

'So he wouldn't have seen you.'

'n.o.body saw me.'

'And while you were here - '

'Like I said. I looked in the drawers and closets. I didn't touch many things and I didn't move anything.'

'You read the note?'

'Yeah. But I didn't pick it up to do it.'

'Make any phone calls?'

'My service, to check in. And I called you. But you weren't there.'

No, I hadn't been there. I'd been breaking a boy's legs in an alley three miles to the north.

I said, 'No long-distance calls.'

'Just those two calls, man. That ain't a long distance. You can just about throw a rock from here to your hotel.'

And I could have walked over last night, after my meeting, when her number failed to answer. Would she still have been alive by then? I imagined her, lying on the bed, waiting for the pills and vodka to do their work, letting the phone ring and ring and ring. Would she have ignored the doorbell the same way?

Maybe. Or maybe she'd have been unconscious by then. But I might have sensed that something was wrong, might have summoned the super or kicked the door in, might have gotten to her in time -

Oh, sure. And I could have saved Cleopatra from the f.u.c.king asp, too, if I hadn't been born too late.

I said, 'You had a key to this place?'

'I have keys to all their places.'

'So you just let yourself in.'

He shook his head. 'She had the chain lock on. That's when I knew something was wrong. I used the key and the door opened two, three inches and stopped on account of the chain, and I knew there was trouble. I busted the chain and came on in and just knew I was gonna find something I didn't want to see.'

'You could have gone right out. Left the chain on, gone home.'

'I thought of that.' He looked full at me and I was seeing his face less armored than I'd seen it before. 'You know something? When that chain was on, the thought came to me right away that she killed herself. First thing I thought of, only thing I thought of. Reason I broke that chain, I figured maybe she was still alive, maybe I could save her. But it was too late.'

I went to the door, examined the chain lock. The chain itself had not broken; rather, the a.s.sembly had ripped loose from its moorings on the doorjamb and hung from the door itself. I hadn't noticed it when we let ourselves into the apartment.

'You broke this when you came in?'

'Like I said.'

'The chain could have been unfastened when you let yourself in. Then you could have locked it and broken it from inside.'

'Why would I do that?'

'To make it look as though the apartment was locked from the inside when you got here.'

'Well, it was. I didn't have to. I don't get where you're comin' from, man.'

'I'm just making sure she was locked in when you got here.'

'Didn't I say she was?'

'And you checked the apartment? There wasn't anybody else here?'

'Not unless they was hiding in the toaster.'

It was a pretty clear suicide. The only thing problematic was his earlier visit. He'd sat on the knowledge of her death for over twelve hours without reporting it.

I thought for a moment. We were north of Sixtieth Street, so that put us in the Twentieth Precinct and out of Durkin's bailiwick. They'd close it as a suicide unless the medical evidence didn't match, in which case his earlier visit would come to light later on.

I said, 'There's a few ways we could do it. We could say that you couldn't reach her all night and you got worried. You talked to me this afternoon and we came over here together. You had a key. You opened the door and we found her and called it in.'

'All right.'

'But the chain lock gets in the way. If you weren't here before, how did it get broken? If somebody else broke it, who was he and what was he doing here?'

'What if we say we broke it getting in?'

I shook my head. 'That doesn't work. Suppose they come up with solid evidence that you were here last night. Then I'm caught swearing to a lie. I could lie for you to the extent of treating something you told me as confidential, but I'm not going to get nailed to a lie that cuts across the grain of the facts. No, I have to say the chain lock was broken when we got here.'

'So it's been broken for weeks.'

'Except the break's fresh. You can see where the screws came out of the wood. The one thing you don't want to do is get caught in that kind of a lie, where your story and the evidence wind up pointing in different directions. I'll tell you what I think you have to do.'

'What's that?'

'Tell the truth. You came here, you kicked the door in, she was dead and you split. You drove around, tried to sort things out in your mind. And you wanted to reach me before you did anything, and I was hard to reach. Then you called me and we came here and called it in.'

'That's the best way?'

'It looks like it to me.'

'All because of that chain thing?'

'That's the most obvious loose end. But even without the chain lock you're better off telling the truth. Look, Chance, you didn't kill her. She killed herself.'

'So?'

'If you didn't kill her, the best thing you can do is tell the truth. If you're guilty, the best thing to do is say nothing, not a word. Call a lawyer and keep your mouth shut. But anytime you're innocent, just tell the truth. It's easier, it's simpler, and it saves trying to remember what you said before. Because I'll tell you one thing. Crooks lie all the time and cops know it and they hate it. And once they get hold of a lie they pull on it until something comes loose. You're looking to lie to save yourself a ha.s.sle, and it might work, it's an obvious suicide, you might get by with it, but if it doesn't work you're going to get ten times the ha.s.sle you're trying to avoid.'

He thought about it, then sighed. 'They're gonna ask why I didn't call right away.'

'Why didn't you?'