“That’s not a bad line to pursue,” Stone said. “They should be canvassing my side of the block; the perp could be living over there, and I’ll bet there were other witnesses.”

“Could be, but nobody called it in. You said something before I left your house; you said you knew the perp?”

“I do, but I’m damned if I can remember where from.”

“Come on, Stone, think.”

“I am thinking,” Stone replied testily. He looked at his feet. “We were together on it, I think.”

“On what?”

“On this guy. We arrested him for something, I’m sure. A long time ago.”

“Well, come on, give me a hint.”

“I just can’t put it together,” Stone said. “Give me a minute, will you?” The two were quiet for a moment.

“Mitteldorfer,” Dino said suddenly.

“What?”

“Mitteldorfer; that was his name. Accountant; killed his wife.”

“Herbert Mitteldorfer!” Stone exclaimed. “How the hell did you remember that?”

“He cut her throat,” Dino said. “That’s how I remembered. How long ago was that?”

“Eleven, twelve years ago,” Stone replied. “There was no death penalty then; he got life.”

“There was no life without parole, either,” Dino said. “He’s been in long enough to get paroled.”

“Where was he sent?”

“I don’t remember. Dannemora, Attica?”

“I don’t remember either. Find out.”

Dino got out his cell phone and started dialing, then stopped. “Stone, are you sure it was Mitteldorfer? I’m damned if I can remember exactly what he looked like.”

“He looked just like the perp, that’s what he looked like.”

Dino resumed dialing. “This is Bacchetti. Dig up a record on a Herbert Mitteldorfer.” He spelled it. “Sent up eleven or twelve years ago for murder. I want to know what joint he was sent to and what his current status is. I’ll hold.” He looked up at Stone. “Two’ll get you ten he was paroled last week.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Stone said.

“You remember much about this guy?” Dino asked.

“Not much. Not very big; tightly wound; borderline psycho, I’d say.”

“But what the hell would he have against you?”

“I arrested him, remember?”

“Yeah, but so did I, and so far, he isn’t out there killing people I know.”

“So far,” Stone said.

Dino’s face fell. “Oh, Jesus,” he said.

Stone muttered something.

“What did you say?”

“I said, ‘worst fears realized.’”

7

DINO WAS DOING A LITTLE OVER A HUNDRED miles an hour on the New York State Thruway when the flashing lights appeared in his rearview mirror. Stone reflected that Dino always drove as if he’d just stolen the car.

“Well, shit,” Dino said. He dug into the glove compartment for his flasher, set it on the dashboard, and plugged it into the cigarette lighter. When he saw the flashing light, the state trooper turned on his whoopers.