“We can deal with this,” Pease said gently. “You acted in self defense.”
Louisa opened the safe and with a gloved hand Aiden reached in and pulled out the .22 Walther. This time she felt certain she had a match for her bullet.
“You made a mistake my Pat Fantome would never have made,” said Louisa.
“Louisa,” Pease warned, but his client couldn’t resist.
“You didn’t check the serial number on the gun in my desk when you first came here,” she said. “You would have found that it wasn’t my gun, that it was Mathew Drietch’s, but you had no reason to check it. I came this close to succeeding.”
Louisa held up her right hand showing a quarter of an inch of space between thumb and finger.
“Charles Lutnikov’s Pat Fantome might have checked that serial number,” Mac admitted. “But Pat Fantome isn’t real. We are. We make mistakes and then we take care of those mistakes.”
Mac read Louisa Cormier her Miranda rights.
The metal mesh door swung open and Anthony Marco in prison orange looked at Ward and Mac.
“No pretty woman this time?” Marco said.
“She’s a little under the weather,” said Mac.
“I’ll send her flowers,” said Marco with a smile.
“What’s this about?” asked Marco’s lawyer.
“Trials moving fast,” said Marco. “We’ve got a deal.”
“No, we don’t,” said Ward. “We don’t need your cooperation.”
Anthony Marco looked over his shoulder at his lawyer and then back at Mac and Ward.
“What?” asked Marco.
“You know a Steven Guista?”
“No,” said Anthony, sitting up straight.
“He knows you,” said Ward. “He knows a lot about you and your brother and he’s been added to the witness list. He’ll be testifying.”
“Against me?” asked Anthony, pointing to himself.
Mac nodded.
“Word has it he murdered a cop and kicked the shit out of another one,” said Anthony.
“I thought you didn’t know him,” said Ward.
“I lied.”
“Guista’s testimony won’t stand,” said Anthony’s lawyer. “What did you offer him to commit perjury?”
“Nothing,” said Ward. “He didn’t ask for anything. We didn’t offer him anything. You go right ahead and ask him when he’s on the stand.”
“I had nothing to do with having that Spanio woman killed,” Anthony insisted. “That was Dario’s idea.”
“Your brother is dead,” said Mac.
“No,” Anthony protested.
“Have your lawyer make a call,” said Mac.
“Dario’s dead? The stupid son-of-a-bitch died and left me with…Can they do this? Can they do this to me?” Anthony asked his lawyer.
The attorney didn’t answer.
Epilogue
THE SNOW HAD LET UP, but not the bitter cold. Mac stood, hands in his pockets, feet apart to keep the wind from pushing him away from Claire’s gravesite. The tops of headstones peeked out of snow and Mac remembered that there had been some graves with simple brass markers, now buried two feet under snow.
The snowplow had come through carefully, and Mr. Greenberg, who had arranged for the clearing of the site, had shown up and supervised, pointing out where the plow should go and how a path through the snow from the parking circle should be opened.
Mac stood with the flowers in his hands, feeling the wind pulling at the bouquet of various colored roses — red, pink, white, yellow — which had been hard to get in the aftermath of the storm.
A thin wind whistled mournful music across the chill, peaceful silence of the morning. Greenberg, a thin little man who was at least sixty, with pink cheeks and a huge overcoat, stood discreetly back, hands folded in front of him. Mac took a few steps toward the grave.
Behind him he heard the sound of a vehicle coming down from the cemetery gates to the turnaround where Mac had parked.
He didn’t turn. He was now right next to the headstone, reading the etched words in the stone. He heard footsteps on the path, and now he did turn around. Don Flack, Aiden, Stella, and Danny were moving toward him. Stella leaned a little on Danny’s arm.
“You shouldn’t be out of the hospital,” Mac said as they approached.
“It’s your anniversary,” Stella answered. “Wouldn’t want to miss that.”
They gathered around the grave and Mac knelt to place the flowers on it against the stone to give them a little protection from the wind.
Greenberg moved in quickly and secured the flowers with a smooth rounded rock. Then he stood up and handed each person there a small stone.
“If you like,” said Greenberg. “It’s a tradition. We place a stone of remembrance each year by the grave of a loved one.”
Mac looked at the small brown stone in his hand and placed it atop the granite tombstone. Stella, Aiden, Danny, and Flack followed. Then all except Mac stepped back.
There was nothing to say. There was nothing he needed to say. He stood for what seemed like a long time before turning and joining the others in the walk back down the path.
eBook Info
Title:
Dead of Winter
Creator:
Stuart M. Kaminsky
Date:
2005
Type:
novel
Format:
text/html
Identifier:
ISBN 1-4165-2390-1
Source:
PDF
Language:
en
Relation:
None
Coverage:
None
Rights:
Copyright © 2005 CBS Broadcasting Inc. and Alliance Atlantis Productions, Inc.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Dead of Winter (CSI: NY) Page 21
