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Linda Fairstein: Final Jeopardy

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Manhattan ’s top sex crimes prosecutor stares at the shocking headline in the morning newspaper, reading her own obituary. But Assistant D.A. Alexandra Cooper is very much alive. The body found by police on the secluded road leading to Alexandra’s country house on Martha’s Vineyard belonged instead to the internationally acclaimed Hollywood star, Isabella Lascar. Isabella had borrowed Alex’s home for a quiet holiday. Police found her body tall and slim, like Alex in a car rented in Cooper’s name, without any form of identification, and her face blown away by the shotgun blast that took her life. When Alexandra tells the police who the victim was, the investigation takes two distinct paths. One makes the assumption that the movie star was the intended target of the killer, while the other recognises that Alex herself may be the next victim of the assassin. Alexandra’s job is to send rapists and stalkers to jail, and she’s very good at it. So good, in fact, that the list of potential suspects who’d like to see her dead is horrifically long. On the other hand, Isabella had previously suffered the attentions of a stalker, and her fame had attracted an equally long list of obsessive fans. Or is the killer coming from an entirely different direction? Final Jeopardy is a formidable thriller of intelligence and authenticity, and marks the debut of a character who will be entertaining readers for many years to come.

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I think the only thing they used after spending three weeks with me was the scene when she left work early to go to a shoe sale at Saks. The rest was strictly Hollywood.“

Mike knew that Isabella and I had kept in touch ever since, and that she often called me when she was in New York. And never had she called without wanting something from somebody. She had developed quite a reputation as a bitch, which did not come as much of a surprise to me.

“Darling, it’s Iz,” the typical message began.

“I’m in town, at the Carlyle. Love to see you. By the way, don’t you have some little man who can breeze me through Customs when I come back from Milano next week?” or, “You know that pass you put in your windshield when you go to a police station? Can’t I just borrow it for my driver while I’m here for the week? It’ll save us getting all those lousy parking tickets.”

Always minor irritants. Improper, but minor.

Then it changed a few months ago, when Isabella had a serious problem: she was being stalked. The first letters went to her home in Bel Air, but whenever she arrived in Manhattan, the stalker knew to send the letters to the Carlyle and the phone calls followed.

This time I really could help her. Six years earlier, Battaglia had promoted me to the position of Chief of the Sex Crimes Prosecution Unit in the Manhattan D.A.“s Office. I supervised the investigation and prosecution of all cases of sexual assault reported in the county, as well as the more sensitive, bizarre cases like stalkers. The unit had been the first of its kind in the country and we prided ourselves in doing innovative work to better the plight of women who had long been denied justice in the courtrooms when victimized in these traumatic cases.

“Isabella had called me from California to ask what to do about the letters and calls. We opened cases on both coasts, and when she came to New York we set up a sting operation to try to lure the guy in. We had taped all the incoming calls, the phone company ”trapped“ them for us, and even though most of them were made from a phone booth outside his house in Jersey, we knew exactly where he was.”

Mike asked what the content of the letters had been.

“The usual. Vivid descriptions of which of his body parts he wanted to rub against which of hers, why it would be better than anything she’d ever known before, how she shouldn’t be making love on the screen to wops like Nick Cage and kikes like Harvey Keitel“… and if she didn’t meet with him soon, her beautiful blond head would be sitting in his bowling bag at the bottom of his closet so no one else could see it again.”

“I remember this case now,” Mike said, signaling for the exit from the Drive to the ramp leading down to the narrow one-way streets of the courthouse area.

“You arranged a special autograph session for the Lascar fan club members – twelve undercover detectives and one fucking whack job. And your man showed up, bowling bag and all.“

“Yeah, we had a bus in front of the hotel, with a big banner on the side: Operation Screen-Play. We made a point of searching everyone who boarded to be taken to Miss Lascar’s secret location. Arthur Piggott got on line eagerly surrounded by twelve guys from the D.A.”s squad, who had taken to calling him “Piggy” and they took him down flat when they found a fifteen-inch machete in the zippered compartment of the bag. Not a tough case for the good guys – even you might have been able to solve it.“

“What happened to Piggy?”

“Bellevue Psych Ward, awaiting trial. He’s not competent at the moment, Mike. A bit delusional – thinks he and Isabella are married, he just can’t find the certificate or the wedding photos.”

“And Isabella’s most recent trip, Alex?”

“She called me two weeks ago, shortly after getting into town. And she told me that she was being harassed again.

Phone messages and then notes, but she didn’t think they were much so she hadn’t saved them.“

“Piggy again?” Mike asked.

“Not likely. I checked Bellevue, but the judge had denied him phone privileges and there’s a mail screen on everything that goes out. Anyway, two of the guys are working on it, but there isn’t a lot to go on.

“So then Isabella called again, with a more familiar intonation: a favor.

“Darling, I’ve heard you and Nina talk so much about that quaint little farmhouse you have on Martha’s Vineyard. I’m so sick and tired of being harassed by these crazy characters, and Nina thought you wouldn’t mind if I went up there alone for a few days to be a recluse and read a few scripts. Is it a problem, Alex?”

“For once,” I explained to Mike, ‘it was no problem she wasn’t asking me to use my government job to get her some stupid perk. I just assumed she interjected a second stalker to let me think she truly needed to get out of town. The end of September is the most spectacular time on the island, and I was delighted to let her use the house… especially if I didn’t have to hang out with her and listen to all her crap about “the industry.”“ ”Did you go up there with her?“ Mike asked.

“No. Isabella had to be in Boston at the end of the week, so she was going to go down to the Cape from there, and either fly or take the ferry over to the Vineyard. I had reserved the rental car and charged it to my credit card ‘cause my car’s in storage for the winter, and I didn’t want to give the rental agent her name. Once anybody in town knew there was going to be another movie star on the island, she’d have no privacy at all.”

“Any calls from her once she got there? Any problems?”

I thought for a moment.

“She called a couple of times the first day, just to ask where things were in the house, and how to get to the beach, but she seemed quite happy and relaxed.”

I had been talking with a reasonable degree of calm as I brought Mike up to date, but I choked on the fact of Isabella’s death, which still didn’t seem possible to me, and the circumstances in which it occurred.

“Mike, if I hadn’t given her the house and if…”

“You can’t do the ”what ifs,“ kid. You did what you did and that’s not the reason she’s dead. If Isabella Lascar was the target, then whoever hit her would have found his opportunity at one time or another. And if Isabella Lascar was not the target, then we have a different situation on our hands, a real monster.”

I shook my head in disbelief.

“That’s what the D.A. thinks, too. He really thinks someone was trying to kill me, not Isabella. But that’s absurd, Mike. I know any prosecutor makes enemies, but it’s a hell of a stretch to think I’m likely to be on a country road on the Vineyard in the middle of the week at the end of September instead of right here in town – a simple call to the office switchboard would have confirmed that.“

”Alex, you think we’re dealing with someone who’s wrapped that tight? All I know is that Battaglia called the Chief of Detectives right after you spoke with him and gave him two orders. First was to send someone to the Post offices to stop the presses on the headline that had you as the victim – that’s the version I brought up to your apartment when I came this morning and make sure they ran the correct story about Isabella. But most important was to get someone from Manhattan North to babysit for you until this thing plays out and we know who killed her. I got hit with both of those tasks that’s why they sent me up to your place so early.“

“I know. Battaglia told me he was insisting on a bodyguard. You’ve had better assignments, Mike, but I asked him to ask for you. I need a friend to do this, to be with me, so please don’t be mad at me. I wanted it to be you.”

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