CHAPTER SEVENNo point in chasing Victor Hopkins, he was younger and more athletic than Lindsey. And besides, he was a native New Yorker. There was no way Lindsey was going to catch him. He’d just have to hope that the skittish young man would contact him.
In the meanwhile, he would keep working on the case.
He phoned Berry’s East Side apartment and spoke with Zaffira Fornari. He told her he’d like to talk with Ester Berry once more.
Zaffira asked, “Did you not get your answers before when you were here?”
Lindsey said, “There are just a few more questions, if that wouldn’t be too much trouble.” Christ, straight out of a Columbo rerun.
“We got the autopsy report today. My sister is very upset.”
Lindsey frowned. “Was there something—?”
“No, no. It’s just—she’s crying some more.” There
