David Morrell - The Covenant Of The Flame
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'East? Toward the river?'
'Yes.' Craig sighed. 'And this happened on Saturday night – or rather at half-past two on Sunday morning.'
'Oh,' Tess said. 'Jesus.'
'I spoke to some of the tenants who were wakened. They said the fight began on the seventh floor. That building has only four apartments per floor. This morning, I got there early enough to talk to the people who live in three of those apartments, but I didn't get any answer at the fourth. The tenants in the other apartments said it had been several days since they'd seen the man who rents that apartment. Not unusual apparently. They hardly ever see him. He's a loner. Friendly but distant. Keeps to himself.'
Tess frowned, more rigid.
The name on the downstairs mailbox for that apartment is Roger Copeland. Of course, that means nothing. Anyone can put a false name on a mailbox. The neighbors describe the man as handsome, tall, in excellent physical condition, in his early thirties, with dark hair and a tawny complexion.'
'My God.' Tess winced. 'It certainly sounds like Joseph.'
The thing is, what the neighbors noticed most were his eyes – gray, with what they described as a glow.'
Tess quit breathing.
'And his unusual way of speaking,' Craig added. 'On the few occasions they spoke to him, he didn't say "Good-bye," but "God bless. "'
Tess felt a chill.
'Joseph used that expression often, you told me. So I got some keys from the landlord, checked the apartment…'
'And?' Tess fought to restrain a tremor.
'I'd rather not describe what I found,' Craig said. 'It's better if you see it fresh, without expectations. But I really don't understand what I… That's why I'm taking you there. Maybe you can make sense of it.'
Craig steered toward the side of the road, parking in a narrow slot. Tess all at once realized that she'd been so engrossed by their conversation that she hadn't noticed they'd turned onto Eighty-Second Street.
'It's just up the block,' Craig said.
'You learned all this since yesterday afternoon?'
'That's why I phoned you early and told you I wouldn't be in the office. I had plenty to do.'
'But shouldn't Homicide be working on this? Not Missing Persons?'
Craig shrugged. 'I decided to keep my hand in.'
'But you must have hundreds of other cases.'
'Hey, I told you yesterday. I'm doing this for you.' With a cough, Craig stepped from the car.
Puzzled by Craig's statement -
– was he saying he'd become attracted to her? -
– Tess joined him, her confusion immediately changing to apprehension as she walked past garbage cans along the curb, approaching the mystery Craig wanted to show her.
TWENTY
The apartment building, one of many narrow structures crammed together along the street, looked different from the soot-grimed others only because its brick exterior was painted a dingy white. At each window, a fire-escape ladder led down from a rusted metal platform.
Craig opened the outside glass door, escorted Tess through a vestibule Hanked by mailboxes (ROGER COPELAND, 7-C), pulled out a key, and unlocked the inside door.
The interior smelled of cabbage. They proceeded along a hallway and reached concrete steps on the left that crisscrossed upward. An elevator faced them on the upper landing.
The architect saved costs,' Craig said. The elevator stops at only every other floor.'
'Let's walk,' Tess said.
'You're kidding. To the seventh floor?'
'I didn't get my run in this morning.'
'You're telling me you run every morning?' Craig asked.
'For the past twelve years.'
'Holy…'
Tess glanced at Craig's beefy chest. 'A little exercise might strengthen your lungs. Can you manage the effort?'
'If you can do it, I can.' The lieutenant stifled a cough.
'Just a guess. Did you ever smoke?'
'Two packs a day. For more years than you've been running." He coughed again. 'I stopped in January.'
'Why?'
'Doctor's orders.'
'Good doctor.'
'Well, he's certainly persistent.'
'That's what I mean. A good doctor,' Tess said. 'As long as you stop lighting up… Well, it'll take a few more months to get the nicotine out of your system, and a few more years to purge your lungs, but you're in the right age group. Late thirties. On balance, you've got a good chance of not getting lung cancer.'
The lieutenant stared at her. 'Are you always this dismally reassuring?'
'I guess I hate to see people damage themselves the way they seem determined to damage the planet.'
'I keep forgetting you're an environmentalist.'
'An optimist. I'm hoping if I try hard enough, and if others try hard enough, we might actually be able to clean up this mess.'
'Well.' Craig coughed and gripped the bannister. I'm prepared to do my share. Let's go. Seven floors. No problem. But listen, if I get tired, can I lean on your shoulder?'
TWENTY-ONE
Craig was out of breath, his brow beaded with sweat, when they reached the seventh floor. But he hadn't complained, and he hadn't stopped to take a rest. Tess gave him credit for being determined. 'There. That's my exercise for the month,' Craig said. 'Don't break the start of a pattern. Try again tomorrow.' 'Maybe. You never know. I might surprise you.' The lieutenant's mischievous grin made Tess suspect that he was trying to make her feel at ease.
To the left, they faced 7-C. There wasn't any name in the slot below the apartment's number. A metal sign on the door said ACE ALARM SYSTEM.
'You'd better put these on,' Craig said. He handed her rubber gloves and coverings for her sneakers. 'Homicide was here this morning. They took photographs and did a preliminary dusting for fingerprints. But they'll be back, and even though I've got permission to show you the apartment, we don't want to disturb it anymore than necessary.'
Craig had rubber gloves and shoe coverings for himself as well. After knocking and getting no answer, he pulled two keys from his pocket and unlocked two deadbolts. But when he twisted the doorknob, Tess placed a nervous hand on his arm.
'Is something wrong?' Craig asked.
'Are you sure there's nothing inside that'll gross me out?'
'You'll be disturbed. But I guarantee – this won't be like the morgue. Trust me. You don't need to feel afraid.'
'Okay.' Tess compacted her muscles. 'I'm ready. Let's do it.'
The lieutenant swung the door inward.
Tess saw a white corridor. A red light glowed on an alarm box to the right. The alarm was primitive – no number pad, just a switch, presumably because the landlord had economized by installing the least expensive model.
Craig flicked the switch down. The light went off.
They entered the corridor. Beyond the alarm box, Tess saw a small bathroom to the right. A sink, a commode, a tub, no shower stall. The tub was old enough that its rim was curved, oval instead of rectangular, metal feet supporting it. But despite its age, and that of the sink and commode, the pitted white surfaces gleamed.
Tess concentrated so hard that the sound the lieutenant made when he shut the door surprised her, making her flinch.
'Notice anything?' Craig said behind her.
Tess studied the neatly folded, clean towel and washcloth on a shiny metal rod next to the sink. On the sink itself, a toothbrush that looked new stood in a sparkling glass. The mirror on the medicine cabinet shone.
'Joseph was a better housekeeper than I am, that's for sure.'
'Look closer.' Craig edged past her. Entering the bathroom, he opened the medicine cabinet.
Tess peered inside. A razor. A package of blades. A tube of Old Spice shaving cream. A tube of Crest toothpaste. The tubes were methodically rolled up from the bottom and set in an ordered row. A bottle of Old Spice aftershave lotion. A bottle of Redken shampoo. A packet of dental floss.
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