William Diehl - Seven ways to die

“A little depressing, don’t you think?” Cody said in a half-whisper.

“I think we’re supposed to be intimidated,” Kate answered.

When they reached Stembler’s office Cody tapped on the door and they entered the secretary’s lair which was a bit cheerier although the secretary, whose placard told them was Eleanor Wood, was archly solemn, archly coiffed, archly dressed, and archly challenging.

Cody tried a smile. She reacted as though he had committed a mortal sin. He got serious. He handed her his card.

“My name’s Captain Micah Cody, NYPD Tactical Assistance Squad. This is my associate, Assistant District Attorney Winters. We’re here to see Mister Stembler.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No, Ms. Wood. It’s a matter of some urgency.”

She looked at the card, snapped it with a fingernail, and looked back at him. “He’s on the phone,” she said sternly.

“Tell him we’re here, please.”

“I can’t interrupt him. It’s an international call,” and she leaned forward slightly, “of some urgency. ”

As she said it, the red light on her multi-line phone blinked off.

“He’s off the phone now,” Cody said with quiet authority. “Tell him we’re here or I will gladly save you the trouble and go in and tell him myself.”

“Really!” she said, her eyes widening.

“Yes really,” he said. “Now.”

She turned sharply and entered Stembler’s office closing the door behind her.

“I thought she had the jump on you for a minute there.”

Cody answered with his usual cryptic smile.

The secretary returned. “Mister Stembler will see you now,” she said.

“Thank you,” Cody said and motioned Kate to go in first. The office was large but not expansive, tastefully decorated and brighter than the hall and the secretary’s anteroom. They were facing his desk, which was waxed to perfection. The phone, a leather writing blotter, a pen set, a cigarette box and matching ashtray and a gold lighter were all placed in perfect symmetry. There was a sofa and a coffee table in one corner, two leather trimmed chairs in front of the desk, and large windows on the walls to their left and right, one overlooking the East River, the other the Hudson.

Stembler was a tall man, six-one or two. His gray hair was neatly trimmed as was the pencil thin mustache that lined his upper lip. He had a tennis tan and stood as erect as a king’s guard. He was wearing a pinstripe double-breasted suit with a flash of silk in the breast pocket and he was smoking a cigarette.

He spoke in a deep, cultured voice. “Well, uh,” he looked at the card, “Captain Cody, what can I do for you?”

“Raymond Handley works for you, doesn’t he Mister Stembler?” Cody said.

Stembler looked annoyed. He took a drag on the cigarette. “Raymond is a vice president of this company and about to become a junior partner and my son-in-law, which I’m sure you’re aware of,” Stembler snapped.

“He’s dead,” Cody said.

Stembler’s attitude vanished. His tan seemed to drain from his face, replaced by skin the color of an oyster shell. His hands shook and his lips moved a moment before he spoke. Kate stared at Cody, a bit shocked by his abrupt disclosure.

“My God,” Stembler said. He crushed the cigarette in an ashtray and sat down. “Why? What happened?”

“He was murdered in his apartment sometime between midnight and six this morning. We don’t think he was robbed, nothing seems to have been taken.”

“How?” Stembler said, his voice turning hoarse.

Cody hesitated for a moment. “Somebody cut his throat,” he said.

“Why? Why would somebody do such a thing?” Then he added, “Please sit down.”

“We were hoping you might give us some help with that.”

“I don’t know anyone who had any reason to kill Raymond. Oh my God.” He wiped his face with the silk handkerchief. “I have no idea. Maybe he caught someone breaking in, maybe…”

“I don’t think that’s an option.”

“Not an option? How can you be so sure?”

“The circumstances indicate he was killed by somebody he knew.”

“There was a fight, then.” It was a statement.

“I really can’t give you any more details. We’re not sure of anything until after the autopsy.”

“My God, an autopsy.”

“It’s the law,” Kate said. “Any time someone dies violently…” She let the sentence dangle.

“Could it be business-connected?” Cody asked.

He quickly shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

Stembler’s mind was now racing to other things. Telling his daughter and his wife. Wedding plans to be canceled. Dealing with the press.

“He has no family that I know of. Just us. My daughter. My wife, Elizabeth. His associates here at the office.”

Cody looked at Kate and she nodded.

“We need an official ID on him,” Cody said. “Are you up to that, sir?”

“ID? Oh, yes. Where? When? What can I tell my daughter? Linda’s going to be devastated.”

“We’re trying to keep a lid on this, Mister Stembler,” Kate said. “My suggestion is that we wait until you officially ID him, then we can release his body to the funeral home. That way the cosmetician can do some work on him before she gets here.”

The talk of a funeral jolted him. Stembler looked like he was going into shock.

“Is there someone you can talk to here?” Kate said. “You look like you could use a shoulder to lean on.”

“I’ll be alright,” he said. He lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. “Have to make a list. So much to do.”

“I’ll talk to our coroner about the ID. Perhaps after lunch would be convenient.”

“Sooner the better. I’ll have to alert our pilot. I have to get back to Boston and tell Linda.”

“I have to ask this, Mister Stembler,” Cody said. “Is there anyone in your company who would have anything to gain by Raymond’s death?”

“Nobody,” he said, still staring at the ceiling. “Everyone knew Raymond was irreplaceable.”

Cody nodded.

“One request,” Stembler added, giving Cody a piercing look. “Leave my daughter out of this. She’s very fragile… She doesn’t handle emotion very well.”?

The elevator was empty on the way down. Cody didn’t say anything for the first few floors.

“I could use a cup of coffee,” Kate said.

“Me too. There’s a coffee shop on the corner.”

“I’ve never had to do that before.”

“There’s no easy way to do it, you know,” he said. “All that pomp and circumstance. And you know you’re going to pull the rug out from under him. A man with everything and with two words you turn triumph into tragedy. You just have to throw it on the table and let it play out.”

He was silent until they hit the main floor.

“All of a sudden there’s a face on the dead man,” Kate said. “It’s nice to know someone loved him. It kind of balances the way he died.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to think so. You’ve had a tough first day and it isn’t even lunch time.”

“Comes with the territory, right?”

“Dog work,” he answered.

“Are you going to interview Linda Stembler?”

“Only if I need to,” Cody replied. “She didn’t kill him. She knew nothing about his moonlighting activities.”

“How can you be sure?” Kate asked.

As they left the building they heard a screech above them and looking up saw a peregrine falcon swoop between the buildings. It dove low and circled over Cody’s head and then swept back up and darted away. He stared at it hypnotically.

“It’s that falcon that nests uptown,” Kate said excitedly. “Have you seen it before?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Sometimes.”