Kate asked me, “Are you going back?”
I nodded.
She said, “Me, too.”
We both stood, and I said, “You shower first.”
She brushed my new shirt with her fingers, and said, “I’ll try to get that clean for you.”
She went through the door and into the living room, and I watched her as she walked, almost in a trance, into the bedroom.
I turned again and looked at the empty skyline, and I thought of Jill Winslow, and my friend and partner Dom Fanelli, Patrolman Alvarez, and the other police officers with them. I thought, too, of Ted Nash, truly dead this time though not how I would have chosen his death, and David Stein, Jack Koenig, Liam Griffith, Bud Mitchell, and whoever else had been up there. I thought, too, of all the people I knew who worked there, and those I didn’t know who had been there yesterday morning. I grasped the rail of the balcony and for the first time, I felt the anger. “You bastards.”
It wasn’t until Friday that I returned to the Plaza Hotel to pick up our things in the suite, and to have the safe opened to claim Mrs. Winslow’s package.
The assistant manager was accommodating, but informed me that there was nothing of Mrs. Winslow’s in the safe.
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