Marino went to Mossberg and his comrades, and they all began to talk as they periodically glanced my way. Wesley looked up at the overcast sky as snow fell harder.
'Christ,' he said. 'I hope this stops.'
Snow fell more furiously as Frances Penn drove us to the New York Athletic Club on Central Park South. There was nothing more anyone could do until the sun came up, and I feared by then Gault's homicidal trail would be covered.
Commander Penn was pensive as she drove on streets that were deserted for the city.
Commander Penn was pensive as she drove on streets that were deserted for the city. It was almost half past two a.m. None of her officers were with us. I was in front, Marino and Wesley in the back.
'I will tell you frankly that I do not like multijurisdictional investigations,' I said to her.
'Then you have had much experience with them, Dr. Scarpetta. Anyone who has been through them doesn't like them.'
'They're a pain in the butt,' Marino offered as Wesley, typically, just listened.
'What should we expect?' I asked, and I was being as diplomatic as possible, but she knew what I wanted.
'NYPD will officially work this case, but it will be my officers out there digging, putting in the most hours, doing the dog work. That's always the way it is when we share a case that gets a lot of media attention.'
'My first job was with NYPD,' Marino said.
Commander Penn eyed him in the rearview mirror.
'I left this sewer because I wanted to,' he added with his usual diplomacy.
'Do you still know anybody?' she asked.
'Most of the guys I started with have probably either retired, left on disability, or else they've been promoted and are fat and chained to desks.'
I wondered if Marino considered that maybe his peers might say the latter about him.
Then Wesley spoke. 'It might not be a bad idea to see who's still around, Pete. Friends, I mean.'
'Yeah, well, don't hold your breath.'
'We don't want a problem here.'
'No way to totally avoid that,' Marino said. 'Cops are going to fight over this and be stingy with what they know. Everyone wants to be a hero.'
'We can't afford that,' Wesley went on without the slightest fluctuation of intensity or tone.
'No, we can't,' I agreed.
'Come to me whenever you wish,' Commander Penn said. 'I will do everything I can.'
'If they let you,' Marino said.
There were three commands in the Transit Police, and hers was Support and Development. She was in charge of education, training and crime analysis. The department's decentralized detectives fell under the Field Command and therefore did not answer to her.
'I am in charge of computers and, as you know, our department has one of the most sophisticated computer systems in the United States. It is because of our connection with CAIN that I was able to notify Quantico so quickly. I am involved in this
investigation. Not to worry,' Commander Penn said calmly.
'Tell me more about CAIN's usefulness in this case,' Wesley spoke again.
'The minute I got details about the nature of the homicide, I thought there was something familiar. I entered what we knew on the VICAP terminal and got a hit. So I called you literally as CAIN was calling me.'
'You'd heard of Gault?' Wesley asked her.
'I can't say that I am intimately acquainted with his MO.'
'You are now,' Wesley said.
Commander Penn pulled in front of the Athletic Club and unlocked the doors.
'Yes,' she said grimly. 'I am now.'
We checked in at a deserted desk inside a lovely lobby of antiques and old wood, and Marino headed for the elevator. He did not wait for us, and I knew why. He wanted to call Molly, with whom he was still infatuated beyond good sense, and whatever Wesley and I might do was something he did not care to know about.
'I doubt the bar is open this late,' Wesley said to me as brass doors shut and Marino invisibly rose to his floor.
'I'm quite certain it isn't.'
We looked around for a moment, as if, if we stood here long enough, someone would magically appear with glasses and a bottle.
'Let's go.' He lightly touched my elbow and we headed upstairs.
On the twelfth floor, he walked me to my room and I was nervous as I tried to insert my plastic card, which at first I held upside down. Then I could not get the magnetized strip in the proper way, and the tiny light on the brass handle stayed red.
'Here,' Wesley said.
'I think I've got it.'
'Could we have a nightcap?' he asked as I opened my door and turned on a light.
'At this hour, we'd probably be better off with a sleeping pill.'
'That's sort of what a nightcap is.'
My quarters were modest but handsomely appointed, and I dropped my bag on the queen-size bed.
'Are you a member here because of your father?' I asked.