“Maybe it will be easier there,” Tony suggested. “Shouldn’t be many people there at this hour.”
“It better go more smoothly than it did here,” Angelo said as he looked back before pulling out into the street.
They rode up First Avenue in silence. Angelo had to hand one thing to Tony: at least he was fast on his feet.
Angelo turned onto Thirtieth Street and killed the engine. He wasn’t happy to be back at the medical examiner’s office again. But what choice did they have? There could be no more screw-ups.
“What’s the plan?” Tony asked eagerly.
“I’m thinking,” Angelo said. “Obviously she wasn’t so impressed with our police badges.”
Laurie felt relatively safe in the dark, deserted medical examiner’s building. She got into her office and locked the door behind her. The first thing she did was dial Lou’s home number. She was pleased when he picked up on the first ring.
“Am I glad to hear from you,” Lou said the moment Laurie identified herself.
“Not as glad as I am to get you.”
“Where are you?” Lou asked. “I’ve been calling your apartment every five minutes. If I hear your answering machine message one more time, I’ll scream.”
“I’m at my office,” Laurie said. “There’s been some trouble.”
“I heard,” Lou said. “I’m sorry about your being fired. Is it final or will you get a hearing?”
“It’s final at the moment. But that’s not why I called. Two men came to my apartment door a few minutes ago. They were policemen. I got scared and ran. I think I’m in big trouble.”
“Uniformed policemen?” Lou asked.
“No,” Laurie said. “They were in street clothes. Suits.”
“That’s strange,” Lou said. “I can’t imagine any of my boys going to your apartment. What were their names?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” Laurie said.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t ask them their names,” Lou said. “That’s ridiculous. You should have gotten their names and badge numbers and called the police to check on them. I mean, how do you know they were really police?”
“I didn’t think of getting their names,” Laurie said. “I asked to see their badges.”
“Come on, Laurie,” Lou complained. “You’ve lived in New York too long to act like that. You should know better.”
“All right!” Laurie snapped. She was still overwrought. The last thing she needed from Lou was a lecture. “What should I do now?”
“Nothing,” Lou said. “I’ll check into it. Meanwhile, if anybody else shows up, get their names and badge numbers. Do you think you can remember that?”
Laurie wondered if Lou was deliberately trying to provoke her. She tried to remain calm. This was no time to let him get to her. “Let’s change the subject,” she said. “There’s something even more important we have to talk about. I think I’ve come up with an explanation about my cocaine overdose/toxicity cases, and it involves someone you know. I finally even have some evidence that I think you’ll find convincing. Maybe you should come over here now. I want to show you some preliminary DNA matches. Obviously I can’t meet you here in the daytime.”
“What a coincidence,” Lou said. “Sounds like we’ve both made some progress. I think I’ve solved my gangland murder cases. I wanted to run it by you.”
“How did you manage to solve them?”
“I went by to see your boyfriend, Jordan,” Lou said. “In fact I saw him a couple of times today. I think he’s getting tired of me.”
“Lou, are you deliberately trying to irritate me?” Laurie questioned. “If so, you are doing a wonderful job. For the tenth time, Jordan is not my boyfriend!”
“Put it this way,” Lou said. “I’m trying to get your attention. You see, the more time I spend with that guy, the more I think he’s a creep and a sleazeball, and this is going beyond that jealousy crap I admitted to in a moment of weakness. I can’t imagine what you see in him.”
“I didn’t call you to get a lecture,” Laurie said wearily.
“I can’t help it,” Lou said. “You need some advice from someone who cares. I don’t think you should see that guy anymore.”