Hudson. She took the train. She would see the river. One of those upscale towns. What the hell was it called? Frank, you remember Erica Rinzler?â âYeah. She quit all of a sudden.â âThatâs the one. Where did her sister live?â âChappaqua.â âYes.â Arthur Provenzano smiled. âThatâs it. She lived in Chappaqua. Is that it?â âThatâs great. Thanks a lot. Enjoy the museum.â That was a lucky break. Jane walked over to the Midtown North station house on Fifty-fourth Street and enlisted the aid of a detective with a computer. There was no Steven Weiss or Weissberg in Chappaqua, but there was a Weissman. She used the phone and called the number. No one answered. It was Saturday afternoon and they were probably doing family things together. Jane took the subway downtown, picked up a steak for dinner. There were baking potatoes in the refrigerator, a couple of fresh vegetables, and the makings of a salad. She would eat well tonight. At five she tried the Weissman number again. This time a woman answered. âMrs. Weissman,â Jane said after she had identified herself, âI believe youâre the sister of Erica Rinzler.â âWhat is this about?â The voice sounded tense. âHer name has come up in a police investigation. Weâd like to talk to her.â âThatâs impossible,â the woman said. âIâm sorry?â âYou canât talk to Erica. Itâs too late. Sheâs dead. My sister committed suicide several years ago.â
12 I T HITS YOU like a thunderbolt. Thereâs something there. Thereâs a case. Maybe Anderson Stratton starved to death because he stopped eating and maybe someone saw to it that he died, but here was a suspicious death, a voice in her ear using the word suicide. âMrs. Weissman, I am looking into the death of a man your sister knew. I didnât know she had died. Iâm sorry for your loss. Can you tell me what happened?â âNot now I canât. Itâs five oâclock and I have to feed my kids. My husband and I are going out tonight. And I donât want to do this over the phone. I want to see you and see some identification. I want information from you.â âThatâs no problem. Tell me what will be convenient for you.â They arranged for the next day at eleven. Judy Weissman gave her precise instructions on trains and schedules. Then Jane called Lieutenant McElroy. âSo Mrs. Constantine may have been right. Looks like you got yourself a case.â âIâm taking the train up to Chappaqua tomorrow morning to talk to her. I just wanted to keep you informed.â âGood. Weâll talk Monday morning.â She called Defino because she knew he would want to know. From the upbeat sound of his voice, she sensed he appreciated the call. MacHovec would not appreciate it. When MacHovec left Centre Street, he cut the cord that linked him to the job. On Monday morning he would reestablish it. He was a different kind of cop. The next morning, Sunday, she took the train from Grand Central Terminal, watching the scenery go by most of the way. She had a book with her but she didnât read much. She had a lot to think about. Before leaving the apartment, she had checked her voice mail at the office. Mrs. Constantine had returned her Friday call after Jane had left for the weekend, but it was too early to call before she left to catch the train. At the Chappaqua station she looked for the maroon SUV that Mrs. Weissman had described and found it easily. Not many people were traveling this morning. Jane took out her shield and photo ID and made them visible as she approached the woman. âDetective Bauer?â âYes. Good morning.â âIâm Judy Weissman. Letâs drive somewhere. I donât want to have this conversation in my home. My kids are there and they donât know the