3
A reverent hush lay over the law offices. Eve supposed when one of the partners had been murdered by someone she might have represented – had he chosen another victim? – a hush of some sort was warranted.
She barely had to show her badge before a woman in a smoke-gray pin-striped suit and sharp red heels glided through double glass doors.
“Lieutenant, Detective, I’m Carolina Dowd, Mr. Stern’s administrative assistant. I’ll escort you to his office.”
“Quiet around here,” Eve commented as they left the plush maroon-and-gray reception lobby for dignified corridors.
“We’re all considerably subdued, as you can imagine. Ms. Bastwick’s death is a shock to all of us, and an enormous loss.”
“Have you worked here long?”
“Fifteen years.”
“You know all the players.”
Dowd spared her a glance as they passed offices, doors all discreetly closed. “It’s a large firm, but yes, you could say I know everyone.”
“Anyone spring to mind who wanted Bastwick dead?”
“Absolutely not. Ms. Bastwick was respected and valued here.”
She turned – opposite direction from Bastwick’s office, as Eve remembered from her prior visit.
“You knew Fitzhugh.”
“Yes. Yes, I did, and I’m aware you’re to be credited for finding the person responsible for his death. I hope you’ll do the same for Ms. Bastwick.”
Dowd nodded to two people – one male, one female – who got busy fast at their desks in a swanky outer office. Then she knocked briskly on another set of double doors – these solid wood.
“Lieutenant Dallas and Detective Peabody, Mr. Stern,” she said when she pushed both doors open.
Stern, who’d been standing, hands clasped behind his back, contemplating the bold and steely view of New York out a wall of windows, turned.
“Please, come in.” He crossed a thick Persian carpet spread over glossy wood floors, hand extended. “Aaron Stern. Terrible day. Terrible. Can we get you something? Tea? Coffee?”
“We’re good.”
“Please, sit down.” He gestured to a sitting area that reminded Eve of an English parlor with its curvy chairs, delicate coffee table, and fringed settee.
She recalled Bastwick’s office – all sleek, polished, and glass.
“Thank you, Carolina.” He sat, folded his hands on his knees as his admin silently backed out and closed the doors.
“We’re sorry for your loss, Mr. Stern,” Peabody began.
“Of course. It’s a great one. Leanore was not only a partner, but a personal friend.”
He had a golden look about him, Eve thought, the rich man’s winter tan, the burnished hair, thickly curled, the tawny eyes. The boldly patterned red tie struck against the charcoal suit to give him an air of vibrancy.
She figured it played well in court.
“When did you last see or speak with her?” Eve asked.
“Yesterday, on a ’link conference. We take light hours this week so everyone can enjoy the holidays, but Leanore and I consulted on some ongoing cases. Carolina sat in, as did Leanore’s paralegal. This would have been ten yesterday morning. We worked for about an hour, and were to convene in person this afternoon.”
“Any trouble with anyone here at the offices?”
“No.”
“Clients?”
“Leanore served her clients well, and was always frank and realistic with them. She was fierce, as you know yourself, Lieutenant, in defending her clients.”
“Fierceness makes enemies. So does making a play for somebody else’s spouse. How’s Arthur Foxx these days?”
She knew – she’d checked – that Fitzhugh’s spouse, a man who’d hated Bastwick, had moved to Maui over a year before.
But she wanted Stern’s reaction.
“I believe Arthur relocated – Hawaii. We’re not in touch.” He drew a breath through his nose. “You don’t think Arthur killed Leanore. No, no.” A firm shake of the head. “I know he disliked Leanore, but I can’t see him coming back to New York, doing this.”
“People do all sorts of strange.” Though she agreed, not Foxx, she pushed a little. “Did he ever threaten Bastwick?”
“He was overwrought at the time of Fitz’s death. We all were, but Arthur was devoted, and took it very hard. You’re aware of this, of course, as I’m aware of your conversations with Leanore during that period. She told me.” Stern spread his hands. “As far as I know, Arthur moved away, moved on, started a new chapter in his life.”
“Did she make a play for anybody else’s spouse, since Fitzhugh?”
Stern’s jaw tightened. “I’m aware of nothing along those lines.”
“How about you?”
“My relationship with Leanore was professional. Friendly, of course, but we have never been involved in a romantic or sexual way.”
“Other threats? Directed at Bastwick?”