Stone Barrington 06-11

murdered people all over Europe. By the way, she’s killed at least three other people since she arrived in New York.” He handed Grady her passport.
    Grady flipped through it and stopped. “This says she arrived in the U.S. from Canada yesterday,” he said, pointing at a stamp.
    Dino looked at it. “Gotta be a fake,” he said.
    “Run it past the Feds.”
    “Not yet, Cap. I don’t want them in on this. I’ve got a lady from British intelligence on the way here now.”
    “When’s she coming?”
    “She’s driving down from Connecticut with a friend of mine; maybe an hour.”
    “Is this friend of yours Barrington?”
    “Ah, yeah, Cap. Why do you ask?”
    “Because you don’t have any other friends. What’s he got to do with this?”
    “Well, he and the Brit lady are sort of an item. We both met her in London last year.”
    “Have you talked to your suspect yet?”
    “I was just about to when you got here. I was waiting for the deputy DA to get here, too.”
    “You got him out of bed?” Grady asked, chortling. “I want to see that.”
    “You’re looking at it, Captain,” a voice behind them said.
    Dino and the captain turned to find George Mellon, the deputy DA, standing behind them.
    “She doesn’t look all that dangerous,” he said, peering through the glass.
    “I’m going to go in and feel her out,” Dino said.

    “Get her signature on a Miranda waiver before you ask her a fucking thing,” Mellon said.
    Dino opened the door and went into the room.

    Stone was driving down the nearly deserted I-684 at 140 miles per hour.
    “Won’t this thing go any faster?” Carpenter demanded.
    “Yes, it will, but I won’t go any faster. I’ve never driven this fast in my life.”
    “Chicken,” she muttered.
    Stone eased the accelerator to the floor, and the speed climbed another fifteen mph. “I forgot, the speed is electronically limited to one-fifty-five.”
    “Shit,” Carpenter said. “Why didn’t you buy something fast?”
    Stone began thinking about what he might say to a New York State trooper, and about the roadblock that might have already been set up ahead of him somewhere. He checked the sky for helicopters.

    “Good evening,” Dino said. “I am Lieutenant Dino Bacchetti.”
    She offered her hand without getting up, like a lady. “How do you do?” she said.
    “I do very well,” Dino replied, shaking her hand.
    “Why on earth was I brought here?” she demanded, half angry, half frightened.
    “Before we go any further, I have to advise you of your rights under the United States Constitution.” He recited the Miranda mantra. “Do you understand these rights?”

    “Of course. So you think I have never watched television?”
    Dino handed her a sheet of paper and a pen. “Then please sign this statement to that effect.”
    She read it and signed it.
    Dino placed her passport on the table. “This says you are Marie-Thérèse du Bois, of a Zurich, Switzerland, address. Is that correct?”
    “Yes, it’s correct.”
    “I’d like to ask you a few questions,” Dino said.
    “About what?”
    “When did you arrive in the United States?”
    “It’s in my passport.” She had put the stamp there herself.
    “And where do you reside?”
    “At the Hotel Kirwan, on Park Avenue at Thirty-seventh Street, room one-oh-oh-three.”
    “When did you check in?”
    “Today…” She glanced at her watch. “Rather, yesterday. Do I need a lawyer?”
    “I don’t know, do you?”
    “I am happy to answer your questions, but I would like a lawyer present, please.”
    Dino sighed. “I’ll get you a phone.” He went out of the room, got a cordless phone, and brought it back. “Would you like some privacy?”
    “I doubt if I will get any,” she said, nodding at the one-way mirror. She dialed a number. “Hello, this is Marie-Thérèse du Bois. I am being held at a police station… . One moment.” She covered the receiver with her hand. “Where am I?”
    “At the Nineteenth Precinct.”

    “At the Nineteenth Precinct, and I require legal representation at once. Please come here right away, ask for a Lieutenant…”
    “Bacchetti.”
    “Lieutenant Bacchetti. Thank you.” She handed the phone back to Dino.
    “Now, will you please tell me why I am here?”
    “You are here, Miss du Bois, because you are a suspect in four murders in New York City.”
    She laughed. “Good God! And when am I supposed to have committed these murders?”
    “In the last couple of