“You started down?” Avery asked again, almost to herself this time. “Was Victoria with you?”
Manchester shook his head. “You know, I’m ashamed to admit that I checked on my people—my employees and partners—and we all sort of took a quick head count before we entered the stairwell.” He shook his head and momentarily closed his eyes. “I don’t remember seeing Victoria Ford after the chaos began. I . . . forgot about her.”
There was a sorrow in his voice that was nearly palpable. A survivor’s guilt, Avery assumed, that came from cheating death during an event that took so many lives.
“I listened to a recording of an answering machine message Victoria left her sister. In it, she said that she was with a group of people who decided to go up the stairwell, not down. Up to the roof where they believed they might be rescued. Do you remember that?”
Manchester nodded his head. “Yes. There were probably a hundred people on my floor and we were all in the hallway and stairwell at the same time. No one person was in charge and things were hectic. There was a lot of confusion and misinformation being shouted, as you might imagine. It’s hard for me now, twenty years later, to differentiate what I knew in those moments from what I’ve learned since. It all sort of mixes together to form its own reality. But for sure, in that moment, none of us knew that a plane had struck the building. We thought it was just some sort of explosion. The idea that a plane had struck the building started being thrown around only after people began calling home. In that chaos, no one knew what to believe or who to listen to as far as a strategy to get out of the building. As soon as the crowd started an orderly descent of the stairs, it was like a vacuum and nearly everyone followed. We made it down twenty flights or so before we ran into congestion. For a long time we barely moved. Just one step every minute or so. Then we heard the second explosion, which I later learned was the second plane hitting the South Tower. When that happened, people started panicking. There was talk about the stairwell being blocked below us, and some people peeled off. Some went back up, some headed to the other set of stairs on the other side of the building.”
“What did you do?”
“I stayed put. I didn’t stray from that first stairwell. Eventually, the bottleneck ended and we started moving again.”
“How long did it take you to get out?”
Manchester shook his head. “I’m not sure. I don’t remember looking at my watch that morning, but I’d guess forty minutes to an hour. It was before ten o’clock, I know that. And it’s documented that the first plane struck at eight forty-six. When I made it outside, I took in the apocalyptic scene and then started my hike uptown. The subway was not working, so I walked. I’d made it to Washington Square Park when the South Tower came down.”
“So after the initial impact, you never saw Victoria Ford again?”
“I saw faces. I had conversations with people but can’t remember what was discussed or who they were. After I checked on my coworkers, I hardly remember being with any of them. Victoria could have been one or two heads in front of me but I don’t remember. I only remember people shuffling down the stairs.”
“When did you find out about Victoria?”
“Not for a while. My law practice was gone—every client, every file, every computer. I don’t remember hearing that Victoria Ford had died for weeks. It took that long to salvage the practice, and Victoria was a new client. I hadn’t started the process of defending her. She hadn’t paid me a retainer. I had more urgent clients to attend to, and court dates to prepare for, once the dust of 9/11 settled. It was some time before I heard that Victoria had died.”
Avery nodded. “Well, I don’t want to take up too much of your time. Thanks so much for recounting what I’m sure are difficult memories.”
“Of course.”
“Would you mind if I called you another time, perhaps later this summer, if I get this story off the ground and start formal interviews? By then I will have had the chance to look at all the evidence against Victoria and I would love your opinion on it, and what sort of defense you might have constructed had you been given the opportunity.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
A few moments later, Avery was outside. She looked in the direction of where the Twin Towers had once stood. She couldn’t kick the thought that kept popping into her mind. Roman Manchester and everyone else in his office had gone to the stairwell and started down. Victoria Ford had gone up. Had she simply followed the crowd, would things have been different?
CHAPTER 29
Manhattan, NY Friday, July 2, 2021
INCLUDED IN THE LIST OF CONTACTS EMMA PUT TOGETHER WAS VICTORIA’S best friend, Natalie Ratcliff. Avery hadn’t noticed the name until she was back in her hotel room, and had to do a double take. Natalie Ratcliff was one of the best-selling authors in the country. Her books were in every bookstore, pharmacy, and mall kiosk. With over a hundred million copies of her novels sold worldwide, reaching her was not as simple as making a phone call. Avery’s research revealed that Natalie Ratcliff’s publisher was a subsidiary of HAP Media, so she worked her contacts until a connection was made and a meeting arranged.