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"I'm sick of your lies. Those cameras weren't focused on any stages. They were
in bathrooms or dressing rooms. They were in places nobody expected to be
spied on. You don't have to help me, Joe. I'm good at legwork. I'll walk the
soles off these shoes but I'll find your goddamn secrets before too long,"
Mike said, walking to the far side of the room and pulling open a cabinet
drawer as he passed by a bureau. "And with any luck, I'll find your
videotapes, too. 'Cause I gotta figure you were filming your showgirls, your
dancers, your hookers whoever it was just the way that perverted doc was
recording himself with every victim. You had somebody set up a camera system
connected to your bedroom so you could play with yourself whenever the mood
struck you. I gotta think you sat here alone in your slimy pajamas and made
believe you had one of these girls right here in the room with you, keeping
alive the myth of Joe Berk."
Berk tossed back the covers and tried to swing his legs over the side of the
bed. "Don't touch another thing in this room. Get out of here, both of you."
"The tapes, Joe. I know there are tapes somewhere around here. Am I getting
warm?" Mike asked, walking toward one of the many closet doors. "Am I getting
closer?"
The nurse came in the room just as Berk lifted a small figurine a statuette
of Napoleon from the bedside table and threw it at Mike's head. It didn't come
close to hitting him, but it shattered the mirror on the wall behind the
bureau.
"Bad arm you got. And seven years of bad luck to go with it."
The nurse was trying to calm her patient and get him back in bed. The slight
exertion of throwing the brass piece seemed to have exhausted Berk.
"You're a fool, Chapman. I've had guys thrown off the force for less than
this. You're way out of line."
"I hate being lied to, Joe. I hate murder most of all "
"I never killed anybody. You're being stupid about that."
Mike stood on the other side of the bed, while the nurse took Berk's pulse and
adjusted the pillows behind him.
"Then why do you keep lying to me? You aren't honest about the little things,
so now I got to worry about what you're hiding, I got to focus on what's your
connection to the big things. Like why did Galinova have to die?"
Berk closed his eyes and tried to take a few breaths.
"Why did you keep lying about Lucy DeVore?"
Berk didn't speak.
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"There's no point lying. That coma she's in was medically induced. She'll be
out of it later this week. Paralyzed, maybe, but I expect she'll have good
reason to want to tell us the truth. This photograph, Joe. Look at it."
Berk didn't move.
"Open your eyes. It's your hat, isn't it? Lucy's wearing your hat?"
Berk cocked an eye and examined the photograph. "The fez? C'mon, detective.
You're gonna bait me, I expect you to do better than that."
"I've seen pictures of you with a hat just like that."
Joe Berk was smiling. He had the upper hand again, or so it seemed. "Once. I
had one of those on my head once. Sardi's. A Jewish boy with a fez on
hiskeppel for four hours? It seemed like a lifetime to have to wear it that
long. Forty, maybe fifty years ago. Gave a million dollars to a hospital for
crippled children that year, trying to buy my way into the theatrical
community. In return, for one night I was an honorary member of the Ancient
Order of the Nobles of the Mystic Shrine. That's what your fez is, Mr.
Chapman."
"What? Shriners?"
"Of course, Shriners. The industry used to be full of them. The theaters were
their playground. Yul Brynner, you kids remember him? Maybe not a real king,
but what a prince. He told me that night I reminded him of Jackie Gleason and
his pals at the Raccoon Lodge. Ridiculous looking. I couldn't wait to get the
damn thing off my head."
Berk closed his eyes again and his voice faded. "You want a fez? You want to
know who put that hat on Lucy's head? Check with Hubert Alden. He's got a
thing for those red tasseled caps."
34
Mike walked me into One Hogan Place and took me directly to the ninth-floor
District Attorney's Squad, the hand-chosen NYPD detectives who were assigned
to Battaglia to work on major investigations led by some of the six hundred
prosecutors on our staff. The captain wasn't there yet but a team had been
brought in to assist on last night's attack and I spent the first three hours [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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