Yet he’d come prepared with an alibi, was already talking about temporary insanity. Milo would laugh all that off. You didn’t have to be a detective to laugh it off. Because Richard was a ruthless, self-centered control freak who’d believed himself aggrieved. And as I’d just seen, Richard had a very bad temper.
Now here I was in his house, on his terms.
Safer reached the top of the stairs and paused at a small back landing that faced a closed door. “They’re both in Eric’s room,” he said. “Would you like to see them together or separately?”
“Let’s see how it goes.”
“But together would be okay?”
“Why?”
He frowned. “To be frank, Doctor, neither of them wants to be alone with you.”
“They still think I betrayed them?”
Safer righted his yarmulke. “I’m sorry. Richard talked to them and so did I, but you know adolescents. I hope this doesn’t turn out to be a complete waste of your time.”
Or worse, I thought.
Safer touched the doorknob but didn’t turn it. “So how did it go with Richard?”
“Richard seems to feel rosy about the future,” I said.
Rosy. The moment I said it I realized it was the same word I’d thought of upon seeing Richard’s anger-flush. Poor old Dr. Freud wasn’t getting enough respect in the age of Prozac.
“We-ell,” said Safer, “a positive attitude is a good thing, wouldn’t you say?”
“In Richard’s case, is it justified?”
One big, gnarled hand came forward and smoothed the beard. “Let’s put it this way, Doctor. I can’t promise to bring everything to a close immediately, but I’m feeling positive, as well. Because when you get down to it, what do the police have? The Johnny-come-lately accusations of a habitual felon facing a three-strikes life sentence? Allegedly corroborative eyewitness testimony about some sort of envelope being handed over to someone by someone else in a poorly lit bar for who knows what purpose?”
I smiled. “Richard just happened to be there?”
Safer shrugged. “Richard has no specific memory of that particular meeting, but he says if it did occur, it was to pay Mr. Goad. It’s customary for him to pay his workers in cash when they’re short of funds—”
“Altruism?” I said. “Or good commerce when you deal with ex-cons?”
Safer smiled. “Richard employs people no one else wants to hire, sometimes helps them out when they’re
down. I have a long list of other employees who’ll testify to his goodwill.”
“So the eyewitnesses are a wash,” I said.
“Eyewitnesses,” he said, as if it were a diagnosis. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the psychological research on the unreliability of eyewitness testimony. I wouldn’t be surprised if a careful check into the backgrounds of these particular eyewitnesses reveals histories of alcoholism, drug abuse, criminal behavior.”
“And poor lighting.”
“That, as well.”
“Sounds open-and-shut,” I said.
“Overconfidence is dangerous, Doctor, but unless I receive an unpleasant surprise …” Safer’s green eyes narrowed. “Are there any contingencies I should be aware of?”
“None that I know of.”
“Good, that’s very good. Now, I’ll continue to do my job and I’ll let you do yours.”
The door opened to a long, central hallway that mirrored the corridor downstairs. Bare beige walls, outlet to the front steps at the far end, closets and alcoves to the left, bedrooms to the right, the tinge of dirty laundry in the air. Safer led me past double doors that framed a huge, white-carpeted chamber. Gold-upholstered chairs. Arboreal wallpaper—the paper I’d seen in Eric’s snapshots of Joanne … I peeked in, saw the sleigh bed, made up with a silk comforter. Had no trouble picturing a disembodied head, bloated body swaddled to the neck …
The other bedroom doors were shut. Safer skipped the first and knocked on the second. No answer, he opened the door a crack, then all the way. The dirty-laundry smell intensified.
Faded blue paper—repeating print of tiny athletes in combative poses. A poster on the facing wall said, WELCOME TO THE COMFORT OF CHAOS. Other posters on two other walls, mostly concert mementos: Pearl Jam, Third Eye Blind, Everclear, Barenaked Ladies. A cartoon of Albert Einstein with his pants down and his genitals dangling, looking confused. The caption: WHO THE FUCK SAYS YOU’RE SO SMART?