William Bernhardt - Nemesis - The Final Case of Eliot Ness

Ness nodded. “Interesting.”

“It’s more than interesting. It’s perfect. Sweeney lives at the Home, very near where most of the bodies were found. It’s also near the repair shop he could have used as a way station for transporting the corpses. He has medical knowledge. He looks strong. He disappears for long stretches of time.”

“Long enough to capture someone and take them apart?”

“Exactly. He once worked at the same place as Andrassy. He’s a drunk, so it’s likely he goes to that sleazy bar that Flo Polillo and Rose Wallace frequented-also very near the Home. And I hate to admit it but-” He paused. “Do you remember what that alienist told us?”

Ness shrugged. “Sure.”

“Well, Dr. Sweeney fits the description perfectly. He’s smart, educated. Has access to money. Lived near the Run all his life, still does. White male, right age. Alcohol problem. Violent tendencies. Twisted sex preferences.” Merylo leaned in closer. “He even has a physical deformity. A limp. One leg longer than the other.”

“That’s not so much.”

“It’s enough to make his childhood a misery, I’m betting.”

“Lots of kids get teased when they’re young,” Ness said, his eyes wandering. “Doesn’t make them criminals.”

“Then factor in losing both parents at an early age. And three brothers. And then a divorce, and losing his license to practice. Small wonder he’s messed up.”

“Still, this doesn’t prove anything.”

Merylo reached inside his jacket pocket. “I checked him out with the VA. He was a soldier during The Great War and after. Eventually declared, and I quote, ‘twenty-five percent disabled.’ ”

“Because of his leg?”

“No, they knew about that before he enlisted. They had him mostly doing hospital and desk work. Medical Corps. There must’ve been something else.”

“Like what?”

Merylo gripped the edges of the desk. “Like he’s a crazy killer, that’s what!”

Ness leaned back in his chair. “I’ll admit, there’s some good circumstantial evidence in there. But hardly enough for an arrest. I’m not sure you’ve even got enough to bring him in for questioning.”

“Have you been listening to me? The dog dropped a human leg! Practically in the man’s front yard!”

“So what? We know the killer has been depositing bodies in the Run. The dog found a body part there. Doesn’t prove anything.”

Merylo clenched his teeth. “Take a look at this.” He pulled more paper out of his coat pocket. “I got these at the county clerk’s office. Sweeney’s wife filed for divorce in 1934. According to her petition, her life had become a horror picture.”

“Women always say stuff like that. It’s the only way they can get the divorce.”

“She says he started drinking much more heavily. Says he would become, and I quote, ‘erratic and violent.’ I’ll just bet. Abusive to his wife and children. Says he hallucinated. Had weird delusions.”

“Does it say what the delusions were about?”

“No, but I can guess. It’s just like the alienist said. First he fantasizes about killing someone. And then, eventually, he starts doing it!”

“There’s still no proof.”

Merylo continued reading. “Says he showed up for work drunk, sometimes didn’t show up at all. Says he would disappear for days without telling anyone where he was going.”

“Probably on a bender. Sleeping it off in a ditch somewhere.”

“Or trolling through Shantytown, looking for losers and hacking them to bits!”

“Merylo, get a grip…”

He continued reading. “The wife also filed a petition in probate stating that her husband was insane.”

“She wasn’t content with half the money. She wanted it all.”

“As a result, he was committed to City Hospital-at the same time that Andrassy worked there. In the psychiatric ward.”

“Coincidence.”

“He got out a month later. But by that time he’s lost his job and his license. The wife moves in with her sister, takes the kids with her. All in the same month.”

“Tough month for the poor boozehound.”

“Do you remember what the alienist said about how a combination of difficult events could cause the killer to break? To make the jump from fantasizing about murder to doing it? In the same month, this guy loses his wife, his family, and his job. His head was probably messed up from the start and he makes it worse with hooch. And get this-the next month, the very next month, according to the coroner, the Lady in the Lake, the first of the Torso Killer’s victims, was murdered.”

Merylo took a breath and waited patiently for a response. He got nothing. Ness stared straight ahead, apparently lost in thought.

“Do you not see how perfect it is? It all fits!”

From the back of the office, Chamberlin cleared his throat. “I think you’re the one who doesn’t see, Detective.”

“I don’t see what?” He was practically screaming. “I just gave you the killer. What’s your problem?”

Chamberlin kept his voice on a calm, level plane. “Our problem, Detective, is that your suspect’s last name is Sweeney.”

“Who cares?”

“We have to,” Ness said. “We have no choice. Congressman Sweeney has been criticizing me about not catching the killer. What’s he going to do when I bring in his cousin as a suspect? He’ll claim I’m retaliating against him.”

“I don’t care. I’m telling you-Frank Sweeney is the killer.”

“But you can’t prove it. And neither can I.”

“Let me bring him in. Work on him for a few days.”

“He’ll ask for a lawyer.”

“Tell him to take a flying-”

“We’ll have to allow it. He’ll be instructed to say nothing. We won’t get anything. We’ll have to release him. The press will have a field day.”

“Maybe we can keep it quiet. Maybe-”

Ness shook his head. “If Congressman Sweeney weren’t a Democrat, I might take the risk. But he is. Anything I do to his cousin, he’ll say it was political.”

“He’s the one who’s been trying to make it political. I told you, that’s why he sent Lyons to the sheriff-”

“You and I know that. But the press doesn’t and we can’t prove it. If we bring in the cousin of a political opponent, everyone will think we’re trying to get even. To do the same kind of shady political back-stabbing they’ve been doing.”

“The important thing is that we get this monster off the street and let the people of Cleveland stop being terrified.”

“Yes, that was the county sheriff’s argument. And it was good-till the next corpse turned up. Then he looked like a fool.” Ness’s eyes seemed to recede and darken. “I don’t want to look like a fool. Like some kind of… big mess.”

“Just let me bring him in!”

Ness and Chamberlin looked at each other. They were clearly in agreement. “No. Too risky. Burton wouldn’t like it. Could impact his reelection. You can watch the man if you want. Look for more evidence. But you may not make contact. And under no circumstances will you interrogate him or bring him into custody. Do you understand?”

Merylo felt as if his head were smoldering. He leaned across Ness’s desk, close enough to slap him. “You told me I could do whatever it took to catch this killer. You said you would support me. Right down the line.”

“Well, the line stops at political suicide.”

“You don’t care about catching the killer. You’re afraid you’ll lose your job. Your driver. Your invitation to society parties.”

“You’re way out of line, Detective.”

“I don’t care. You’re putting yourself before the people.”

“Am I?” Ness’s neck stiffened. He spoke in short, clipped words, increasing in volume with each sentence. “Where will the people be if I’m not in this office? What will happen to the traffic situation, huh? The Boys Clubs. Mobsters and labor racketeers. I’ve done a lot of good for this town and I’m not going to see it undone because I make a stupid mistake on this stupid case!”