“All right.” Stone followed Dino into the room, then pulled a chair behind the man and to his left, out of his direct line of sight. Dino took a chair beside Anderson, across the table from the suspect.

“Okay,” Dino said to Anderson, “have you read this gentleman his rights?”

“Yes.”

“Does he know this interview is being recorded?”

“I’ve told him; I don’t know if he understood me.”

Dino turned to the man. “Can you hear me?”

The man nodded.

“Do you understand English?”

He nodded.

“What’s your name?”

The man sat impassively, not moving.

“You run his prints, yet?” Dino asked Anderson.

“Yes; no results yet.”

“You know,” Dino said to the suspect, “we’ll know who you are as soon as your fingerprints come back.”

The man motioned for something to write with.

Anderson shoved a legal pad and a ballpoint across the table.

“You’d rather write your answers?” Dino asked.

The man nodded.

“Okay, what’s your name and address?”

The man sat motionless.

“I’ll go check on the prints,” Anderson said, then left the room.

Dino sat, looking at his suspect. “Why did you kill those people?” he asked suddenly.

The man began to write. He turned the pad so that Dino could read it.

“It seemed a good idea at the time?”

The man nodded vigorously.

Anderson came back and sat down. When Dino looked at him, he shook his head.

“Nothing?” Dino asked.

Anderson shook his head again.

Dino turned back to his suspect. “Write down the names of the people you killed.”

The man began writing, then turned the pad around.

Dino read aloud. “Three women, doorman, cop, lawyer.”

“How did you kill the three women?” Dino asked.

The man made a motion as if to hit himself on the head, then drew a finger across his throat.

Stone held up four fingers, behind the man, so that he wouldn’t see.

“There were four women,” Dino said. “How’d you kill the other one?”

The man made the hitting-on-the-head motion again.

Dino shook his head.

Stone suddenly had an idea. “Herr ober!” he said sharply.

The man’s head snapped around in Stone’s direction.

“We know about your German accent,” Stone said. “There’s no reason not to speak.”

The man thought about that for a moment. “Ach,” he said softly.

53

THEY ALL SAT STILL, SAYING NOTHING FOR a long moment. Then Dino seemed to realize that the man was speaking, and that, moreover, he was talking.

Stone got out the first question. “Herr Mitteldorfer?” he said.

The man looked at him and laughed. “Nein,” he replied. “Sprechen Sie Deutsch?”

“Not really,” Stone said. “Your name is Mitteldorfer, though, isn’t it?”

“No,” the man replied.

“Then what is your name?”

“You are not needing to know,” he said. His accent was thickly German.

“But you are his son, aren’t you?”

The man smiled but said nothing.