sinuous movement and burning black eyes. Barely looking at me, he spoke to the room, and perhaps the world, at large.
âWhy canât you people leave me alone? I donât know anything about Charlie Blackwellâs death. Iâve barely heard the manâs name in the last eight years. Doesnât anyone understand that?â He gestured theatrically as he spoke. He still hadnât faced me directly. âYou finish a case, itâs over, you go on to the next one. You donât brood about it. You donât keep in touch with all the witnesses. Okay, Blackwellâs dead. Iâm sorry to hear it. But itâs nothing to do with me. Thereâs nothing I can tell you or any other newspaper.â
Light dawned. I explained to Parma that I wasnât a reporter. That stopped him pacing, but then he gave me a look of suspicion, as though Iâd come under false pretenses.
âBut I am interested in Blackwellâs death,â I added hastily. âAnd in the murder of Nathan Wasserstein. I think you knew him?â I made it a question, though I knew the answer.
Parma was still wary, but he answered. âYes, I knew Nathan. We worked together in the D.A.âs office many years ago. I was sorry to read of his death.â
âI was a friend of Nathanâs. At the Legal Aid Society. He made an appointment to see you the day before he was killed.â
âOh, yes, I remember. I wondered why he didnât show up. Of course, now I know.â
âDid he tell you what it was he wanted to talk about?â
âIâm not sure that he did. We arranged to have lunch. I assumed heâd tell me then.â
âIt was about Charlie Blackwell. Heâd picked Blackwell up in arraignments, and Blackwell said he had information for you. And now Blackwellâs dead too.â
âAnd you think thereâs a connection?â he demanded. I nodded. âBut, Miss Jameson, are you sure thatâs what Nathan wanted to see me about?â
âIâm sure,â I said grimly. That at least I could make him believe. The rest I wasnât so sure of.
âHe told you?â Parma persisted. I wasnât sure who he meant by âhe,â so I elaborated. âFirst Nathan told me he wanted to see you about Blackwell, and then Blackwell himself told me heâd told Nathan âeverything,â whatever that meant. So thereâs no doubt in my mind that Blackwell had information for you and Nathan was the go-between.â
âAnd now theyâre both dead. Thatâs what youâre thinking.â He began to pace again, his fine hands darting all over, now pointed at me, now gesturing in the air, now thrust into a pocket, now running through his curly black hair. His whole body emphasized his every word. Iâd had a client like that once: he was deaf. âBut my God, Miss Jameson, what youâre suggesting is impossible. Charlie Blackwell was a very unstable man. If you saw him, you saw that yourself. Nothing could be more natural than for him to kill himself. Iâm sure thatâs what the investigating committee will findâthat he hanged himself. And as for Nathanâwell, the newspapers said he must have been killed by someone he knew. Someone he let into his apartment. Granted, itâs a coincidence both of these things should happen so close together, but, take my word for it, thatâs all it is. A coincidence. Probably Blackwell had nothing for me anyway. You know how people areâany little thing, they think the Special Prosecutorâs the right person to go to. I wouldnât put much stock in this, Cassandra, really I wouldnât.â He stopped to see what effect his words were having. They werenât having much. I had my own reasons for believing Charlie Blackwell wanted to live, and I certainly didnât believe he was the type to cry wolf. He had information the Special Prosecutor wanted. I decided to
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