Mitteldorfer looked horrified. “Please. I think you’re aware that my crime was one of passion. I’m not the sort of person ever to repeat it.”

“Does Ms. Enzberg know what you’re in here for?” Dino asked.

“Yes, she does. She read about it in the papers when you arrested me, and after the trial she wrote to me.”

Stone was becoming uncomfortable with this. Mitteldorfer was a mild little man, much different than Stone remembered. He seemed to have served his time well, and there was no point in persecuting him. “That’s it for me, Dino,” he said. “You ready to go?”

Dino ignored him. “Something I remember about you, now, Herbert,” he said. “You enjoyed killing your wife, didn’t you? She was fucking somebody else, and when you found out about it, you took pleasure in cutting her throat, didn’t you?”

Mitteldorfer looked at the tabletop. “Please,” he said.

“Let’s go, Dino,” Stone said.

“All right, get out of here,” Dino said to Mitteldorfer.

Mitteldorfer rose and, without another word, let himself out of the room. They heard him lock the door behind him.

Stone stood up and tried the door by which they had entered. “Locked,” he said. “I wonder how long it’ll be before Captain Warkowski remembers to let us out of here.”

It was nearly an hour before Captain Warkowski turned up and unlocked the door. Stone made a point of keeping his body between Warkowski and Dino.

Dino drove like a wild man all the way back to the city.

8

THEY WERE CROSSING THE HARLEM River Bridge when Dino’s cell phone rang. He got it out, said hello, then held it away from his ear.

Stone could hear a woman’s voice, practically screaming.

“Not so loud!” Dino yelled into the phone, still holding it away from his head.

“It’s me!” the woman yelled.

“Mary Ann? What’s going on?”

She was still shouting, but not screaming; Stone could hear her clearly. “A man just attacked me! I shot him!”

“Are you all right?”

“I’m not hurt, if that’s what you mean.”

“Where did this happen?”

“On the street, outside the building.”

“Where are you now?”

“I’m in the apartment.”

“I’m on the West Side; I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. I’ll have a squad car sent. Lock the door, and don’t let anybody in but cops.”

“All right.”

Dino hung up and dug out the flasher again. “Did you get that?” he asked Stone.

“All of it.”

Dino dialed another number. “This is Bacchetti; who’s got the duty?” He paused. “Anderson? Get over to my apartment right now.” He gave the detective the address. “But first, get a squad car there. Somebody’s attacked my wife. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” Dino hung up and concentrated on his driving, roaring down the Henry Hudson Parkway, weaving in and out of the heavy traffic.