Sol Stein - Other people

"Right," said the super.

"Anybody'd want to see that kind of a show. But if she's going to scream rape or whatever, I'm going to charge false arrest. I'm a businessman. I own the Esso station on Hertford. I know my rights."

"Officer," I said, "can the doctor talk to my client in the next room for a minute?"

He looked hesitant.

"I want to advise her of her rights," I said.

Grudgingly, he approved, and I took Francine by the arm into the kitchen. Koch joined us, and I closed the kitchen door.

"Francine," I said. "We're here to help. Are you calm enough to talk?"

She nodded, sniffing.

"Is any of that nonsense true? I mean about putting on an exhibition?"

"I was trying to stall until you got here. I had to think of something that might…"

"Might what?"

"Keep them from touching me."

I guess she saw Koch and me looking at each other.

"I didn't want a repeat of what Koslak did the last time. He probably told the super. They planned this."

"We need demonstrable proof of that."

"I swear I'm telling the truth."

"Unless there's proof, it's their word against yours. And there are two of them."

Francine looked utterly forlorn.

Koch asked me, "What about the knife?"

"How did that happen?" I asked her.

"I didn't know how long it would take for help to get here. I didn't even know if it would. I mean can you rely on an answering service? I didn't leave the message, they wouldn't let me phone, I had to tell him what to say in a way he wouldn't know what the message was, and I could hardly think of anything except French, hoping he wouldn't know it. I was thinking of going out the window. Do you think I wanted to do a strip for them? Koslak beat me for screaming. Nobody came. It was the only thing I could think of to buy time, only I couldn't stall them any more. I was getting desperate. I grabbed the kitchen knife, maybe I shouldn't have, but I did, and he grabbed it away from me."

"Was there anything about money?"

"I swear, nothing. They made that up."

"You shouldn't have come back here."

"It's my home. I was just picking up some clothes. For a few minutes, that's all."

Koch, looking helpless, said, "Mr. Thomassy, can I do anything?"

"I don't know if either of us can do anything."

"What do you mean?" said Francine.

"Nothing happened."

"They were going to rape me."

"But they didn't. At best, it's attempted rape, and we have no proof."

"But he did it the last time." She was crying now. Koch tried to put his arm around her again, but she shrugged it off. "Betrayed by the rules. No douching. Go straight to the hospital. Get a piece of skin or clothes for the police. I don't know what you people expect of women!"

"Don't lump us with the enemy, Francine," said Dr. Koch. "We are here to help. That's why we came."

"Then help."

The older cop poked his head in the door. "Look, mister, enough is enough. We got a call that something was going on up here. We don't know what was going on up here. These guys were fully dressed, but the girl was naked. My partner and I saw the guy with the knife, but she admitted it was her knife. We frisked them both before you got here. They were clean. I can't arrest either of them for doing nothing, right? And the one guy says he'll charge false arrest if we do, and nobody wants that kind of hassle, right? Why don't we pack everybody off and call it a night."

"Because." I pointed him into the other room, and waved Koch and Francine to follow me.

I stationed myself as close to Koslak as I could but talked to the others. I was hoping he'd make a grab for me. "I'll take this matter to the D.A. in the morning," I said, "so you'd better file an accurate and complete report, officer. The woman would have no reason to call for help unless help was needed. May I have both of your names and I.D. please?"

I could feel Koslak bristling as I took the information down. Then I went up to the bearded man without the arm.

"You're the superintendent of this building?"

"This one and the two next door."

"You came up here to turn the kitchen water off because there was a leak down below?"

"That's what I said."

"Officer," I said, "would you check with the apartment below to see if they've had a ceiling leak or any other leak this evening?"

The older cop nodded and the younger one went out.

"How long have you been superintendent of this building?"

"Two years." He turned to the cop. "Do I have to answer his questions?"

"I'm no lawyer," said the cop.

"Well, I'm an officer of the court, as you know, and there is an obligation to investigate certain facts at the scene of any alleged crime. A crime has been alleged here. And if the police don't do a thorough job of investigation, it'll only make the D.A.'s job harder, so I'm trying to help you avoid being criticized later, do you understand, officer? Okay." Then to the one-armed man, I said, "When you applied for the position of superintendent here, did you fill out an employment application for the landlord?"

"No, it was just an interview. I saw his ad. He was desperate for somebody. The previous super was a wino and a crook."

"Did your employer ascertain whether you had been in trouble with the law?"

"Hey, what is this?"

"You heard what this is. We're investigating a complaint. Do you have a police record?"

From his expression I would guess our fishing expedition was leading somewhere.

The super was sullen and silent.

"Never mind. We'll note there was no response. We can check his record easy enough. Now you." I turned to Koslak. "How did you gain entrance to this apartment?"

"He let me in."

"Did you think it was his apartment?"

"No. He lives in the basement next door."

"What made you think he had the right to invite you into this apartment?"

"There was this show."

"What show?"

Koslak looked at Francine with hatred.

"There was no show when you entered and none after you entered, isn't that right? You were trespassing. Is trespass a proper charge, officer?"

"I'll sue for false arrest."

"Do whatever you like, mister," I said.

Just then the younger cop came up from downstairs. "The lady says there was no leak in her apartment."

"Did you take her name?"

He looked dumbfounded.

"Officer, would you mind taking her full name, address, and her exact words since you'll be filing a complete report on this matter."

He looked at the older cop. The older cop nodded. He went back down.

"Okay," I said to the super. "You made that story up."

"I'm not saying anything without a lawyer."

"Call your lawyer. There's a phone in the kitchen."

"It's nighttime."

"He'll have an answering service for emergencies."

"I don't have a lawyer."

"You'd better get one." I turned to Koslak. "You have a lawyer, mister?"

"You're damn right."

"Well, you better call him and tell him that you're being charged with slander. You did say in front of witnesses that this young woman offered to perform certain sexually enticing acts for pay. Considering the nature of her employment as an official of an international organization, such defamation could be most injurious. Would you note the allegation, officer?"

"I don't have to book him for anything like that."

"I just want to make sure you note the additional charge. You're booking him for trespass."

"You'll have to come along to the station," the officer said sadly to Koslak.

"My wife'll be worried."

"I'll be happy to tell your wife where you are," I said to Koslak.

"Fuck you!" said Koslak.

"Hey, let's watch it," said the officer. To me, he said, "You coming along?"

"We're all coming along," I said, taking Francine by the arm.