...And Never Let HerGo

call from the U.S. Attorney’s office to say that federal officers were on their way over, instructing him to disturb nothing. He had no inclination to do so, anyway. How the papers got to their hiding place would remain as cryptic as the way the investigative team found out they were there. Special Agent Kevin Shannon reached deftly into the bookcase and extracted ten sheets of paper.
    There was no date on the pages, but the times jotted down in Tom Capano’s handwriting were obviously a day in his life—a significant day.
    6:30—Gerry
    7:00—Kay
    7:15—track
    7:45—DM
    8:00—Louis?
    8:30—calls
    8:45—Louis
    ?—MAC Machine
    9:15–10:30—drive to SH
    10:30–11:00—wait for Gerry
    11:00–12:00—Marian’s
    12:00–12:30—Mom’s
    12:30+—Gerry
    12:30–1:30—lunch w/ Gerry
    1:30–3:00—view property, discuss price and CI sale
    3:00—Gerry leaves
    3:30—Tom leaves
    5:00—dump loveseat
    5:30—17th St.—dinner
    11:00—leave kids
    Back in Connolly’s office in the Chase Manhattan building, all three of the investigators studied the timeline. It covered sixteen and a half hours of a day, and it didn’t look like a shopping list or a simple roster of errands to do. Surely they could identify the date through the process of elimination. It probably wouldn’t be before June 27, and it didn’t match what Debby had told them about Thursday. Friday, the twenty-eighth, was a better bet. She had seen Tom on the twenty-eighth at the track and then not again until aftereleven that night. The most galvanizing item on the list was “dump loveseat.”
    They’d already established that Louie Capano had ordered the Dumpsters at his construction company emptied on July 1, when they were half full. And Tom had bought the new rug on June 29. That wasn’t on this list. No, the most obvious date was Friday, June 28, and Tom had clearly kept this list as a reminder to himself about where he was supposed to be on that day—right down to half-hour segments. He must have known his house would be searched and probably expected a search of his office as well. So he had hidden his crib sheet in someone else’s office.
    On the second sheet of paper, Tom had made notes to refresh his memory. It seemed very important that he be able to recall whom he had spoken to on June 28 and what their knowledge of his private life was.
    He had called someone (whom they later determined was attorney David McBride) to decline a golf date that afternoon.
    He had called Deputy Attorney General Keith Brady “to make plans to meet for happy hour that evening so had pleasant conversation with Laura Kobosko and asked her to convey message to Keith.”
    Under the Brady notes, Tom wrote, “knew of relationship with Anne Marie; knew I had concluded she was a ‘head case.’ ” He also noted that Brady had helped him move carpets into his house “in October.”
    The rest of the notes Tom had hidden were chilling remembrances of Anne Marie. His reminders to himself focused on several elements: her instability, her incompetence at handling money, her family problems, and how she told him her innermost thoughts. It was clear he also wanted to have an explanation ready if her blood was ever found in his house.
    “On Tuesday, June 18,” Tom wrote,
    called for AMF and Ginny said she had gone home because of a “problem” . . . AMF later same day advised that trip home was necessitated by blood stains on clothing from heavy menstrual flow.
    AMF came to my house for dinner—got salmon from Toscana: irrational; fear of pregnancy; sexual contact.
    Dinner at Dilworthtown Inn on 6/20; lobster tail . . . discussed second job (waitress at fine dining establishment); showed me check register (writes on every line; take home pay of $844;) returned to Grant Avenue.
    There were more pages, details of dates, discussions, and phone calls with Anne Marie. Tom had obviously been totally obsessed with her and all the minutiae of her life. But he denigrated her and her family. His perception was that her siblings were not treating her well. Indeed, he jotted down negative comments about how almost
everyone
in Anne Marie’s life was treating her badly and “driving her crazy.”
    Everyone but Tom.
    For June 27, Tom had written: “Appointment with Dr.; don’t like him; expensive ($55 for 20 minutes.); offer ticket to Hare event (I had 12)
She
chooses Panorama instead; reservation for 7:00; call at 6:25 from office to advise on