Part 28 (1/2)
He gestured toward the kitchen door.
”You're on, Commissioner,” he said.
Coughlin exhaled audibly, straightened his shoulders, and marched through it. Captain Frank Hollaran and Detective La.s.siter followed him.
”There's a TV in the living room,” D'Amata said. ”There's a Channel Six Live Channel Six Live camera out there.” camera out there.”
D'Amata got it turned on and tuned to Channel Six by the time Coughlin, Hollaran, and La.s.siter appeared on the screen as they came out of the walkway between the two buildings.
Coughlin marched to the ma.s.sed press, with Olivia La.s.siter following him. When he stopped, just inside the crime scene tape, she moved to his side.
There were shouted questions from a dozen reporters, to which Coughlin, his arms folded on his stomach, paid no attention whatever. Finally, almost in confusion, the questions died out.
”I'm Deputy Commissioner Coughlin,” he said, finally. ”I will take a few questions, one at a time.”
Most of the reporters raised their hands; several shouted questions.
Coughlin pointed at one of the reporters who had raised her hand.
”If you can get these gentlemen gentlemen to behave, I'll take your question.” to behave, I'll take your question.”
One of the reporters who had been shouting a question said, disgustedly, ”Oh, for Christ's sake!”
Another voice, female, very clearly answered her colleague with, ”Why don't you shut the f.u.c.k up, you a.s.shole? Some of us have deadlines.”
Coughlin pointed to a reporter holding a microphone with a Channel Six Live Channel Six Live sign on it. sign on it.
”I don't want to tell you your business,” he said, very politely, ”but I really hope someone bleeped that that question before it got on the air.” question before it got on the air.”
That brought laughter. When it died down, he pointed to the reporter he had selected before.
”Commissioner, what's happened here?”
”A murder,” Coughlin said, ”of a young woman named Cheryl Williamson.”
”Not a rape and murder?”
”We don't know that yet. The medical examiner will make that determination.”
”Is it true that somebody called 911, the cops came, and then refused to enter the apartment, while the murderer was inside?”
”A few minutes before two this morning, Miss Williamson's neighbor called 911, reporting that her mirror had fallen off the wall. Two patrol cars-not just one-of the Thirty-fifth District responded, and were here in just under four minutes. They listened to what the neighbor said, that she suspected that something had happened in Miss Williamson's apartment that had caused her mirror to fall off the wall. The officers rang Miss Williamson's doorbell and knocked at the door. They did that at both the front and rear doors. And they looked for signs of a forced entry and found none. There were no lights on in the apartment, and they could hear no sounds. They concluded there was no one in the apartment.”
”And left?”
”And left.”
”Why didn't they go in the apartment?”
”Because that would be against the law,” Coughlin said. ”Without sufficient cause, police have no right to break into anyone's home.”
”The neighbor said, you said, that she thought something had happened in the apartment. That's not sufficient cause?”
”If there had been any sound, even any lights burning, any indication of forced entry, I'm sure they would have entered the apartment. There wasn't, and they didn't.”
”And how do you think her family will react to that explanation? ”
”This is Detective La.s.siter,” Coughlin said. ”She can answer that better than I can.”
”I've spoken to Miss Williamson's mother and brother,” Olivia said. ”They both told me they understand why the police did not break into the apartment. Mrs. Williamson said all that she wants is for the police to find whoever did this to her daughter before the same sort of thing happens to someone else.”
”And what exactly did this guy do to her?”
”At this point, we don't even know it was a guy,” Olivia said. ”We just started the investigation. Commissioner, may I be excused?”
”Yes, you can, Detective, and I am about to excuse myself,” Coughlin said. ”Whenever we learn more, we will make it available to the press. Thank you.”
”He's very good at that,” Lowenstein said, in the apartment. ”We look a lot better than we did five minutes ago.”
Everyone agreed, but no one said anything.
Lowenstein looked around and found Jason Was.h.i.+ngton.
”You know O'Hara's cell phone number?”
”Yes, sir.”
”I think it would be a very good idea for you to meet with him, now. Take Payne and La.s.siter with you.”
”Yes, sir.”
”As for the rest of you, one or two at a time, not all at once, get out of here and let the Homicide people do their job.”
There were nods of understanding and a few ”Yes, sir”s.
Chief Inspector of Detectives Lowenstein had two more thoughts: ”If you don't mind a suggestion, Sergeant Payne,” he said. ”I think that you personally should try to run down connecting the camera with the doer.”
”Yes, sir.”
”And I think it might be useful if you asked Dr. Payne to look at those pictures. Do you think she would be willing to do that?”
”I'm sure she would, sir.”
”Chief,” Captain Durwinsky said, ”I'd like to have copies of those pictures as soon as I can have them. We may be dealing with the same doer.”
”How can that be done, Payne?”
”All I need is access to a computer with a digital photo program and a color printer,” Matt said.
”We've got one at Special Victims,” Durwinsky said. ”That's not far.”