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Tell No One Page 36
Author: Harlan Coben

“We’ll need to keep him overnight,” I said. “But he’ll be fine.”

“How?” Tyrese looked at me. “How will he ever be all right when he can’t stop bleeding?”

I had no answer.

“I gotta get him out of here.”

He didn’t mean the hospital.

Tyrese reached into his pocket and started peeling off bills. I wasn’t in the mood. I held up a hand and said, “I’ll check back later.”

“Thanks for coming, Doc. I appreciate it.”

I was about to remind him that I had come for his son, not him, but I opted for silence.

Careful, Carlson thought, while his pulse raced. Be oh so careful.

The four of them—Carlson, Stone, Krinsky, and Dimonte—sat at a conference table with Assistant District Attorney Lance Fein. Fein, an ambitious weasel with constantly undulating eyebrows and a face so waxy that it looked ready to melt in extreme heat, strapped on his game face.

Dimonte said, “Let’s bust his sorry ass.”

“One more time,” Lance Fein said. “Put it together for me so that even Alan Dershowitz would want him locked up.”

Dimonte nodded at his partner. “Go ahead, Krinsky. Make me wet.”

Krinsky took out his pad and started reading:

“Rebecca Schayes was shot twice in the head at very close range with a nine-millimeter automatic pistol. Under a federally issued warrant, a nine-millimeter was located in Dr. David Beck’s garage.”

“Fingerprints on the gun?” Fein asked.

“None. But a ballistic test confirmed that the nine-millimeter found in Dr. Beck’s garage is the murder weapon.”

Dimonte smiled and raised his eyebrows. “Anybody else getting hard nipples?”

Fein’s eyebrows knitted and dropped. “Please continue,” he said.

“Under the same federally issued warrant, a pair of latex gloves was retrieved from a trash canister at Dr. David Beck’s residence. Gunpowder residue was found on the right glove. Dr. Beck is right-handed.”

Dimonte put up his snakeskin boots and moved the toothpick across his mouth. “Oh, yeah, baby, harder, harder. I like it like that.”

Fein frowned. Krinsky, his eyes never leaving the pad, licked a finger and turned the page.

“On the same right-hand latex glove, the lab discovered a hair that has been positively color matched to Rebecca Schayes.”

“Oh God! Oh God!” Dimonte started screaming in fake orgasm. Or maybe it was real.

“A conclusive DNA test will take more time,” Krinsky went on. “Moreover, fingerprints belonging to Dr. David Beck were found at the murder scene, though not in the darkroom where her body was found.”

Krinsky closed up his notebook. All eyes turned to Lance Fein.

Fein stood and rubbed his chin. Dimonte’s behavior notwithstanding, they were all suppressing a bit of giddiness. The room crackled with pre-arrest sparks, that heady, addictive high that came with the really infamous cases. There would be press conferences and calls from politicians and pictures in the paper.

Only Nick Carlson remained the tiniest bit apprehensive. He sat twisting and untwisting and retwisting a paper clip. He couldn’t stop. Something had crawled into his periphery, hanging on the edges, still out of sight, but there, and irksome as all hell. For one thing, there were the listening devices in Dr. Beck’s home. Someone had been bugging him. Tapping his phone too. Nobody seemed to know or care why.

“Lance?” It was Dimonte.

Lance Fein cleared his throat. “Do you know where Dr. Beck is right now?” he asked.

“At his clinic,” Dimonte said. “I got two uniforms keeping an eye on him.”

Fein nodded.

“Come on, Lance,” Dimonte said. “Give it to me, big boy.”

“Let’s call Ms. Crimstein first,” Fein said. “As a courtesy.”

* * *

Shauna told Linda most of it. She left out the part about Beck’s “seeing” Elizabeth on the computer. Not because she gave the story any credence. She’d pretty much proven that it was a digital hoax. But Beck had been adamant. Tell no one. She didn’t like having secrets from Linda, but that was preferable to betraying Beck’s confidence.

Linda watched Shauna’s eyes the whole time. She didn’t nod or speak or even move. When Shauna finished, Linda asked, “Did you see the pictures?”

“No.”

“Where did the police get them?”

“I don’t know.”

Linda stood. “David would never hurt Elizabeth.”

“I know that.”

Linda wrapped her arms around herself. She started sucking in deep breaths. Her face drained of color.

“You okay?” Shauna said.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“What makes you think I’m not telling you something?”

Linda just looked at her.

“Ask your brother,” Shauna said.

“Why?”

“It’s not my place to tell.”

The door buzzed again. Shauna took it this time.

“Yeah?”

Through the speaker: “It’s Hester Crimstein.”

Shauna hit the release button and left their door open. Two minutes later, Hester hurried into the room.

“Do you two know a photographer named Rebecca Schayes?”

“Sure,” Shauna said. “I mean, I haven’t seen her in a long time. Linda?”

“It’s been years,” Linda agreed. “She and Elizabeth shared an apartment downtown. Why?”

“She was murdered last night,” Hester said. “They think Beck killed her.”

Both women froze as though someone had just slapped them. Shauna recovered first.

“But I was with Beck last night,” she said. “At his house.”

“Till what time?”

“Till what time do you need?”

Hester frowned. “Don’t play games with me, Shauna. What time did you leave the house?”

“Ten, ten-thirty. What time was she killed?”

“I don’t know yet. But I have a source inside. He said they have a very solid case against him.”

“That’s nuts.”

A cell phone sounded. Hester Crimstein snatched hers up and pressed it against her ear. “What?”

The person on the other end spoke for what seemed a long time. Hester listened in silence. Her features started softening in something like defeat. A minute or two later, without saying good-bye, she closed the phone with a vicious snap.

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