Worst Fears Realized

newspaper bundles. The people in his building sure read a lot of newspapers, he thought. He had never seen the attraction, himself. He sometimes watched the local TV news, but the news, in general, seemed to have little to do with him.
    He broke a sweat with the newspapers, and as he piled the last bundle on top of the others, something caught his eye. On the front of Sunday’s Metro section was a drawing of a man, and he looked alarmingly like the young man he had just let into the building. There was also a photograph of another, older man.

    Jeff eased the section from the bundle and read the story accompanying the pictures. The young man in the drawing had bushy hair, but otherwise was a ringer for this Peter Hausman. He turned his attention to the photograph of the older man. There seemed to be a familial resemblance between the two, and the older man looked a little like Howard Menzies, except that Mr. Menzies had a little beard and, of course, hair. The man in the picture was bald on top, so he couldn’t be Mr. Menzies.
    He tore the story from the paper, folded it, put it in his pocket, then returned the Metro section to the bundle of newspapers. As he did so, he heard a car start in the garage, and, a moment later, Mr. Menzies’s Mercedes came up the ramp with Hausman at the wheel and Menzies in the front passenger seat. Menzies gave him a smile and a wave, and Jeff returned it.
    Jeff went back into the garage, closed the door, put on his coat and cap, and went back upstairs in time to help a lady with her packages. When he had a moment, he took out the clipping and read the story again. Seven murders. He shuddered.
    He reflected that, if he had not been personally acquainted with Howard Menzies, he might have called the police number in the story, but a gentleman like Mr. Menzies could never be involved with something like this. He wasn’t so sure about the nephew, though. He’d have to think about that.
    Jeff put the clipping back into his pocket and went to get the door for someone.

56
    BACK IN DINO’S OFFICE, STONE ASKED TOuse the phone and called Bill Eggers at Woodman & Weld. He’d called earlier, but Eggers had been late coming in.
    “Hello?”
    “Bill, it’s Stone.”
    “Good morning.”
    “How’d it go with Martin Brougham last night?”
    “I didn’t make much progress; I think he still plans to subpoena you.”
    “Did you mention the business about the doctored tape in the Dante trial?”
    “I didn’t get a chance. I was on my way out when his wife called me to the phone, and by the time I hung up, Marty was in his bath. I’ve got a call in to him now. I saw on TV that you caught the guy you’ve been looking for. He’s your suspect for the Susan Bean murder, isn’t he? That should go a long way towardstopping Marty in his tracks.”
    “Bad news there, Bill; the guy, whose name was Hausman, confessed to six killings, but he denied all knowledge of the Bean murder. I’m not sure what to think about it.”
    “Well, you need to work on him some more. If he’s in a confessing mood, he can clear you completely.”
    “I’m afraid he’s not in any kind of mood; he’s dead. He made a grab for an officer’s gun at the precinct, and another officer shot him.”
    “Oops.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Look, Stone, I’ve got an idea. Are you still determined to testify if he subpoenas you?”
    “Yes, I am. I’m not going to do anything to make myself look guilty.”
    “Then let’s go down to the courthouse tomorrow morning; just show up outside the grand-jury room and demand for you to be allowed to testify.”
    Stone thought about this. “I like it; it might rattle him.”
    “There’ll be some press there, too, and we can make a point of your showing up. That’ll make the evening news.”
    “I’ll tell Marty about what we know of the Dante business, too; he can worry about that while he’s questioning you, and if he makes us mad, we can mention it to the press after you’ve testified.”
    “All right,” Stone said.
    “Meet me down there at nine sharp tomorrow morning, and don’t tell me where you plan to be in themeantime. If they try to subpoena you, I can deny knowledge of your whereabouts.”
    “See you at nine in the morning,” Stone said. He hung up.
    “What’s up?” Dino asked.
    Stone explained the situation to him.
    “I wish we could wrap this up before you have to testify,” Dino said.
    “So do I.”
    There was a knock on the door, and Andy Anderson came