In Death 10 - Witness in Death

people in your profession is severely limited. I've ordered a pot of chocolate."
    She gestured to the living area where a white pot and two matching cups sat on a low table. "Would you care to join me? It's so cold and gloomy out. I'll just get another cup for your assistant."
    "Don't bother." Eve heard, and ignored, Peabody's soft, windy sigh at her back. "You go ahead."
    "In that case, shall we sit down?"
    Anja led the way to the sofa, smoothed her long bronze colored skirts, then lifted the pot. There was quiet music playing, something with a bird trill of piano. A squat vase of cabbage roses stood beside the lamp. Their fragrance, and the woman's, perfumed the room.
    It was, Eve thought, a pretty and civilized scene.
    "I came to New York only last night," Anja began. "I'd forgotten how much I enjoy the city. The rush and energy of it. The heat of it, even in this endless winter. You Americans fill all the spaces and still find more."
    "Where did you come in from?"
    "Montreal." She sipped her chocolate, balanced the cup with the same female delicacy Eve had often admired in Mira. "Lieutenant, I'm afraid Kenneth wasn't completely truthful with you during your discussion with him. I hope you won't blame him for it. He was thinking of me."
    "Ms. Carvell, I need your permission to record this conversation."
    "Oh." After one disconcerted blink, Anja nodded. "Yes, of course. I suppose it must be done officially."
    "Record on, Peabody." As Eve recited the standard rights and obligations, Anja's eyes widened with surprise, then warmed again with what might have been amusement.
    "Am I a suspect then?"
    "It's procedure. For your protection. Do you understand the rights and obligations I've outlined for you?"
    "Yes, you were quite clear."
    "Ms. Carvell, why did you come to New York from Montreal yesterday?"
    "Kenneth... Kenneth Stiles contacted me. He needed to see me. He was quite distraught and anxious. He believes you think he killed Richard Draco. Lieutenant Dallas, such a thing is not possible."
    "And why is that?"
    "Kenneth is a kind and gentle man."
    "The kind and gentle man put Richard Draco in the hospital twenty-four years ago after a violent assault."
    Anja made an impatient sound, and her cup clicked into her saucer. "The rashness of youth. Must a man be hounded by a single foolish act committed so long ago? An act committed out of love and concern?"
    "Whatever we do follows us, Ms. Carvell."
    "I don't believe that. I'm proof a life can be changed through will." Her hand curled tight a moment, as if making a fist of that will. "Lieutenant Dallas, when I saw Kenneth last night, he was frightened and upset. I can swear to you, he would never have called me if he had indeed done what you suspect he has done."
    "When did you see him last?"
    "About eight o'clock. We met in a little club. I believe it was called Alley Cat."
    "Yes, I know it."
    "We spoke over drinks. It was then he told me he's given you my name, that you would look for me in regard to my one-time relationship with Richard."
    Her smile bloomed as beautifully as the roses beside her. "He wanted to warn me, you see, so that I could hide myself, spare myself the discomfort of a meeting such as this. I calmed him as best I could and told him I would speak with you."
    "He hasn't contacted you again?"
    "No. I hope to speak with him after we're done here, hope to be able to reassure him that you no longer believe he could have done this thing."
    "Kenneth Stiles attempted to leave the city last night." Eve watched Anja carefully as she spoke. "When an attempt was made to detain him, he fled and was injured during apprehension."
    "No. No, no." Anja's hand shot out, gripped Eve by the wrist. "Injured? How badly? Where have you taken him?"
    "He's in the hospital. His condition is stable. His doctors expect a full recovery. Why, Ms. Carvell, does an innocent man attempt to flee?"
    She released Eve's wrist, rose to walk to the shielded window. Her hand pressed against her lips, as if to hold words back, then dropped to twist around the top button of her dress. When she spoke again, her voice wasn't so cool, wasn't so steady.
    "Oh, Kenneth. Perhaps you're right, Lieutenant. Perhaps what we do echoes back to us the whole of our lives. He did it for me, you see. Just as before." She turned back, stood framed by the gray sky. There were tears glimmering in her eyes, but they did not spill onto her cheeks. "Will I be allowed to see him?"
    "Possibly. Ms. Carvell, was