After all, fate had never let him down before.
Chapter 45.
"I thought we agreed we were going to take a break today," said Cathy.
She stood in the doorway to their bedroom-naked, save for the b.u.t.ton-down shirt of Markham"s which she wore drawn tightly around her. They had spent that Sunday together driving along the coast-had ended up in Newport and strolled along the cliff-walk before taking in a late lunch at a restaurant overlooking the harbor. Upon their return to the safe house, the fax from Rachel Sullivan had already arrived: the coroner"s report, as well as a list of names taken from the East Greenwich Police investigation on the death of Damon Manzera-both requested by Sam Markham the evening before. Cathy had made the FBI agent promise to let them wait-convinced him that nothing could be done with the information until the following morning. And after another evening of wine and lovemaking, the once shy art history professor could not help but feel a certain amount of pride that her feminine wiles had won out yet again.
"It"s 12:15," said Markham. "Ante meridiem. Technically it"s now tomorrow-haven"t broken my promise to you, have I?"
"I guess not. But you woke me up."
"Sorry."
Dressed in only his underwear, the FBI agent lay on the sofa in the common area-which also consisted of two recliners and a television, two desks complete with computers and printers, a copier and a fax machine, as well as an entire wall dedicated to the twelve video monitors that continually displayed surveillance from the building"s exterior, its second and third floor corridors, as well as its parking garage.
Sullivan"s fax lay scattered about on the floor-cast aside by Markham in deference to his copy of Slumbering in the Stone Slumbering in the Stone. Cathy sat down beside him.
"What"s got your attention now?" she asked.
"Wasn"t able to learn much from the fax, so I started reading again about David David."
"And?"
"I guess the thing that keeps jumping out at me is how tall the statue is-seventeen feet, you say?"
"Yes. You can"t really grasp its size, its magnificence until you see it in person."
"But the way it was sculpted-the head and the upper torso, the hands slightly out of proportion to the lower half of the body-you say in your book you think this was intentional on Michelangelo"s part?"
"Yes. There are a number of theories about this. As I"m sure you"ve read, the enormous block of Carrara marble from which David David was originally sculpted had already been worked by a couple of other artists-one of them being a student of Donatello-and then ended up being neglected in a courtyard for almost thirty years before the twenty-six-year-old Michelangelo was commissioned to finish the project in 1501. Some scholars believe that Michelangelo had to work from a figure that had been blocked out earlier. However, I believe that the marble wasn"t nearly that far along when Michelangelo got to it. And as the guild that originally commissioned the statue had intended for it to sit atop the b.u.t.tress of a cathedral-a plan that was later abandoned-when viewed from below, the proportions of was originally sculpted had already been worked by a couple of other artists-one of them being a student of Donatello-and then ended up being neglected in a courtyard for almost thirty years before the twenty-six-year-old Michelangelo was commissioned to finish the project in 1501. Some scholars believe that Michelangelo had to work from a figure that had been blocked out earlier. However, I believe that the marble wasn"t nearly that far along when Michelangelo got to it. And as the guild that originally commissioned the statue had intended for it to sit atop the b.u.t.tress of a cathedral-a plan that was later abandoned-when viewed from below, the proportions of David David would be correct." would be correct."
"It took him a little over three years," said Markham, reading. "And the statue ended up being installed outside the entrance to the Palazzo Vecchio."
"Yes. A representation of the biblical David whose defeat of Goliath and the Philistines came to symbolize the triumph of the Florentine Republic over its rival city-states, Michelangelo"s David David was initially placed outside the Palazzo Vecchio-a fortresslike palace that served as the old seat of civic government in Florence. It"s hard to believe, isn"t it? Hard to believe nowadays that the Florentines would have allowed what has become the most famous statue in the world to be subjected to wind and weather and pigeon p.o.o.p before moving it indoors to the Galleria dell" Accademia almost four hundred years later." was initially placed outside the Palazzo Vecchio-a fortresslike palace that served as the old seat of civic government in Florence. It"s hard to believe, isn"t it? Hard to believe nowadays that the Florentines would have allowed what has become the most famous statue in the world to be subjected to wind and weather and pigeon p.o.o.p before moving it indoors to the Galleria dell" Accademia almost four hundred years later."
Markham was silent-his eyes fixed on a photographic detail of David David"s waist.
"You"re thinking about where he"s going to display it, aren"t you?" said Cathy. "You"re thinking about what to do in case we don"t catch The Michelangelo Killer before he creates his David David."
"Actually, I"m thinking about where he"s going to get his material."
"What do you mean?"
"We know from our investigation thus far that no young males with a physique resembling the statue of David David have been reported missing-a physique one can a.s.sume the killer will have a hard time finding among the population of male prost.i.tutes from which we now know he"s drawn." have been reported missing-a physique one can a.s.sume the killer will have a hard time finding among the population of male prost.i.tutes from which we now know he"s drawn."
"Yes."
"Well, as I mentioned earlier, there"s the unusual proportions-the relationship of the torso to the statue"s lower half. The Sculptor would not be able to accommodate for that the same way he did with his Pieta Pieta-that is, by using more than one body, piecing it together, and then hiding the joints underneath the figure"s clothing. No, like Bacchus Bacchus, the statue is nude, and thus theoretically the killer would have to use only one person-would have to be very selective in choosing his material. And so, ironically, what on the surface would seem like the simplest of the three statues in actuality will be the most difficult for him to achieve."
"Unless he is planning on correcting Michelangelo"s intended forced perspective. Meaning, the killer intends to adapt the proportional ratios to be viewed straight on."
"Yes. But the physique, the musculature of David David is so well known. That in and of itself will take a lot of searching. Much more difficult to come across another famous Rhode Islander on the Internet-the way he most surely saw the figure of his is so well known. That in and of itself will take a lot of searching. Much more difficult to come across another famous Rhode Islander on the Internet-the way he most surely saw the figure of his Bacchus Bacchus in the photographs of Tommy Campbell. You saw them, didn"t you? The pictures of Campbell taken on that beach in Rio a couple of years ago with his model ex-girlfriend?" in the photographs of Tommy Campbell. You saw them, didn"t you? The pictures of Campbell taken on that beach in Rio a couple of years ago with his model ex-girlfriend?"
"Yes," said Cathy. "So you"re thinking The Sculptor may go looking for his David David at a local beach? A swimming pool, perhaps-someplace where he would be able to get a good look at his material?" at a local beach? A swimming pool, perhaps-someplace where he would be able to get a good look at his material?"
"Perhaps for the body, yes-but for the other part, most likely no."
"What other part?"
"As I said, one would think that, theoretically theoretically, The Sculptor would have to acquire a single body that resembled the statue of David David. However, what about the statue"s p.e.n.i.s?"
"What about it?"
"It"s uncirc.u.mcised."
Cathy was silent. She understood.
"As you state in your book," said Markham, "whereas the historical David, being a Jew, would have most certainly been circ.u.mcised, Michelangelo was consciously sculpting his David David in line with the cla.s.sical Greek aesthetic, which would have seen a circ.u.mcised p.e.n.i.s as mutilated. Such a detail will thus be of supreme importance to The Sculptor-something he will in line with the cla.s.sical Greek aesthetic, which would have seen a circ.u.mcised p.e.n.i.s as mutilated. Such a detail will thus be of supreme importance to The Sculptor-something he will have have to account for. So you see, it"s clear that it is going to be exponentially more difficult for The Sculptor to acquire a body that both looks like to account for. So you see, it"s clear that it is going to be exponentially more difficult for The Sculptor to acquire a body that both looks like David David and and also also has an uncirc.u.mcised p.e.n.i.s. Hence, I"m willing to bet that the killer will be searching for the latter separately, and thus plans on attaching it to his has an uncirc.u.mcised p.e.n.i.s. Hence, I"m willing to bet that the killer will be searching for the latter separately, and thus plans on attaching it to his David David afterward-perhaps beneath an epoxy-sculpted line of pubic hair." afterward-perhaps beneath an epoxy-sculpted line of pubic hair."
"So you"re suggesting then that we try to beat him to his material? That we focus on finding out not only where he"s going to find a body like David David"s, but also a p.e.n.i.s like his as well?"
"Yes. Either that, or we try to bring him to us us."
"What do you mean?"
"From what we know about this guy-his intelligence, the solitary sort that he is, and the fact that he now knows the public is on to him-where would be the safest place for him to go shopping for his David? David?"
"The Internet."
"Yes-a place where he can browse and study his material like he most certainly did with the images of Tommy Campbell."
"So you"re saying we might be able to lay a trap for him?"
"That"s exactly what I"m saying, Cathy. It"s a long shot but-in addition to all the other leads we"ve been following, including the new Manzera connection-we can post an ad on Craigslist and some of the other Web sites known to be used by gay men. Put a picture up of a guy with a physique like David David"s, and advertise our John Doe as a local uncirc.u.mcised male seeking companionship. I"ve looked into these sites myself when we were pursuing the male prost.i.tute angle. Some of these men-many of whom are undoubtedly prost.i.tutes themselves-are not shy about advertising the details of their privates, including whether or not they are circ.u.mcised. If we make our John Doe such an irresistible target-that is, create a profile for someone who looks like David David and has the uncirc.u.mcised p.e.n.i.s to boot-The Sculptor might not be able to resist killing two birds with one stone." and has the uncirc.u.mcised p.e.n.i.s to boot-The Sculptor might not be able to resist killing two birds with one stone."
"But how do you know The Sculptor hasn"t already acquired his p.e.n.i.s?"
"Because, in order to get the proportions right he"ll have to find his David David first. I made that mistake with the first. I made that mistake with the Bacchus Bacchus, Cathy-when I thought The Sculptor would have experimented with the goat before acquiring the top half of his satyr. I"m not going to make that mistake again. Of course, it"s obvious The Michelangelo Killer won"t be able to find a seventeen-foot-tall man. However, if he finds someone with the right proportions, regardless of his height, he"ll have a better idea of what size p.e.n.i.s to look for in order to retain the aesthetic proportions of the original. If we can save the killer all that trouble with an ad on the Internet, we might just be able to catch him."
"But do you think The Sculptor would fall for something like that?"
"I don"t know, Cathy. But right now, it"s the only thing I can believe in."
Chapter 46.
The Sculptor followed the black Trailblazer as he had done for the past two days-at a distance, always just out of sight behind a buffer of six or seven cars. Unbeknown to Sam and Cathy, the blue Toyota Camry had been with them almost the entire time since they left the Manzeras in East Greenwich-had followed them the next morning all along the coast, had waited for them to come back from their stroll together in Newport, had accompanied them everywhere they went on their romantic Sunday sojourn. Yes, The Sculptor could tell Dr. Hildy and the FBI agent were an item by the way they touched each other-the way they held hands at the restaurant, the way the good doctor snuggled up to her male companion by the cement wall overlooking the ocean. This was good; this meant it would be easier for The Sculptor to catch them off guard. Indeed, had it been nighttime, had there not been so many people around that day in Newport, The Sculptor would have disposed of the happy couple right there on the cliff-walk.
But to do so in broad daylight would have been too risky.
Yes, The Sculptor would have to wait for fate to give him a better better opportunity. opportunity.
And so, early Monday morning, when The Sculptor saw the black Trailblazer emerge from the private underground parking garage in downtown Providence and then head for the FBI Resident Agency a few blocks away, The Sculptor knew that today was a day for business, not pleasure. The good doctor and her male companion were inside the FBI building for almost two hours. And when they emerged again, The Sculptor"s hand automatically went to his Sig Sauer .45, which lay next to him under his jacket on the pa.s.senger seat.
He had resigned himself to taking them today, but the timing must be just right just right-he had to tread ever so carefully along the fine line between fate and free will.
The Sculptor followed the Trailblazer all over Rhode Island, but only when he saw it pull into the East Greenwich Country Club did he understand just how close they were to finding him.
They"re following the old police report, The Sculptor concluded.
Oh yes, the FBI would most certainly want to question him about Manzera-just like the East Greenwich Police did ten years ago, when the tennis pro"s parents insisted their son could not have drowned by his own accord. However, luckily for the young man named Christian, the philandering Manzera had made a lot of enemies in his time at the country club. He had banged more than his share of married women, and thus the young man named Christian was only one of a slew of people, including Manzera"s ex-wife, who had openly admitted they were happy to see the tennis pro dead. And so, despite Mr. and Mrs. Manzera"s insistence to the contrary, with nothing more for the police to go on their son"s death was quickly ruled an accident.
But now things were different; now the FBI FBI was on the case. They had video of The Sculptor himself and would make the connection between the figure in black at Echo Point Cemetery and his own physique as soon as they laid eyes on him. And unlike ten years ago-when the young man named Christian had yet to become The Sculptor, when the young man named Christian had yet to even was on the case. They had video of The Sculptor himself and would make the connection between the figure in black at Echo Point Cemetery and his own physique as soon as they laid eyes on him. And unlike ten years ago-when the young man named Christian had yet to become The Sculptor, when the young man named Christian had yet to even begin begin remodeling the carriage house-now there was evidence remodeling the carriage house-now there was evidence everywhere everywhere: the van, the equipment, the lab-not to mention all the excess material scattered about.
No. There was no way of getting around it all now. Once the FBI set foot on his property, it would not take them long to put two and two together.
The Sculptor began to panic-felt his heart beating fast in his chest; he felt the urge to race home, gather up his things, and make a run for it before the FBI arrived. But a short time later, when he saw the black Trailblazer pull out of the country club and head off in the direction of his house, an inner voice calmly whispered to him of the opportunity that had just presented itself. That the black Trailblazer was driving slowly meant that the man formerly known as Christian was just one of many people the FBI had planned on questioning that day-just a name on a list.
That was good.
That meant there was still time.
And so The Sculptor sped off in the opposite direction-took the shortcut on a dirt road through the woods that he knew would bring him to his house well before the black Trailblazer arrived. Unless The Sculptor was mistaken, fate would deliver Dr. Hildy and her FBI boyfriend straight to his doorstep.
Oh yes. The Sculptor wanted to make sure make sure he was there to welcome them. he was there to welcome them.
Chapter 47.
After Markham"s conversation that morning with Bill Burrell-and after the SAC"s lukewarm reception and then reluctant acceptance of his Internet idea-while Rachel Sullivan and her team began putting together a profile for Craigslist and a handful of other Web sites popular in the gay community, a crestfallen and unenthusiastic Sam Markham began knocking off the names listed on the East Greenwich Police report-names of people who had been questioned in connection to Damon Manzera"s death ten years earlier, names that Markham was beginning to think were a waste of time.
Not revealing the true nature of their visit, Markham and Cathy first spoke with Manzera"s ex-wife, and then with the ex-husband of the woman with whom Manzera had been cheating prior to his divorce. Neither one of them recognized Cathy Hildebrant; neither one of them had anything to offer other than "what they already told the police ten years ago." However, both suggested that Markham and his partner try their luck with the general manager at the East Greenwich Country Club.
"There"s still hope, Sam," Cathy had said en route. "The Manzeras suspected all along that their son had been murdered. Just because the police were unable to find anything doesn"t mean that we won"t."
"Look at the addresses on that list, Cathy-probably a "who"s who" of Rhode Island high society. You saw how cold, how suspicious, and tight-lipped Manzera"s ex and that other guy were-just like Manzera"s own mother. Yes, like our friends down at Watch Hill, the one thing these people fear even more than The Michelangelo Killer is a good scandal."
Although the general manager of the East Greenwich Country Club explained to Sam Markham that he had in fact heard of Damon Manzera, he also explained to them that-having been in his position for only a year-he felt uncomfortable speaking about rumors regarding his club"s members.
"The Manzeras are one of East Greenwich"s most respected families," he said. "In addition to his aging mother, Damon Manzera leaves behind three sisters-all of whom have been members of our club since they were little girls. Thus, you will understand, Agent Markham, if out of respect for the family I decline to comment on what is to me nothing more than gossip and hearsay."
"Yes, I understand," said Markham, sliding the list of names across the general manager"s desk. "And I hope you understand, sir, that I could make things very difficult for you and your little club if I thought even for a second that you were hindering this investigation. Meaning, I wouldn"t think twice about getting a subpoena for your records and having it delivered to your office under full police escort-complete with lights and sirens, of course, and perhaps some television cameras, too."
The general manager was silent.
"Now why don"t you take a look at that list of names and see if you"ve changed your mind about helping me."
"Other than the two names you"ve already crossed off," said the GM after a quick scan, "the only other name that I can connect for sure to the period of time in which Manzera was employed here is the Bach family. From what I gather, they were members up until about fifteen years ago-some kind of personal tragedy if my memory serves me, although I"m not sure I ever knew the details. But at least they"d have been members when Manzera was employed. You might want to try them. Other than that, I do recollect hearing rumors about Manzera"s flings with married women, but as for names, I can"t tell you if anybody on this list is a match. And that"s the truth, Agent Markham. You have my word on that, for as I"ve already explained to you, I"ve only been in my current position for about a year now. However, if you"d like, I can try to telephone my predecessor for you. I"m sure he"d be happy to cooperate, to report on his own firsthand knowledge of the goings on at the club around the time of Manzera"s death."
"That"d be fine. Thank you."
While Markham and Cathy waited, the general manager tried repeatedly to contact his predecessor. However, when the latter proved unreachable by phone, the general manager gave Markham the man"s Florida address and telephone number and asked to be excused. And for the time being, the FBI agent let him off the hook, added the information to his list, and left the general manager"s office in a huff.
"Who"s next?" Cathy asked once they were back inside the Trailblazer.
"Just so happens it"s the Bach family," said Sam Markham, scanning his list. "The one the general manager mentioned. Specifically, Edward and Christian Bach."
"Any notes on them?"
"Nothing really. Like the others, names have an X next to them-just lists them with the same "persons of interest" blurb that the cops wrote down for Manzera"s ex and that other guy. Looks like they dismissed them as suspects early on in their investigation. Does say, however, that Edward is the father, and Christian the son. Mother listed as deceased. GPS shows their last known address isn"t too far from here. Best hit them next and then grab some lunch. What do you say?"
"Sounds good. It"s almost two o"clock. I"m starving."
Within ten minutes the Trailblazer"s GPS system led them down a winding wooded road, through a pillared fieldstone wall, and up a long driveway to a large, three-story house. On the other side of the driveway, behind a waterless fountain, Cathy could make out a black Porsche 911 and a blue Toyota Camry.
"You must hate these slum a.s.signments," she said, and Markham smiled. Had he noticed the overgrown second driveway, had he been able to see through the trees and the thick underbrush to the carriage house at the rear of the property, Supervisory Special Agent Sam Markham might not have been smiling.
Markham and Cathy exited the Trailblazer and climbed a set of four wide flagstone steps. They followed the path along the side of the house and then climbed up another four steps to the side door-a door that stood curiously propped open as if the owner of the house had been expecting them. Markham looked inside. He could see into what looked like a mud room, and into the kitchen beyond.
"h.e.l.lo?" he called, knocking on the open storm door.
Turning, Markham was about to speak when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement-then the flash of a bright red dot reflected off the gla.s.s.
"Get down!" he shouted, pushing Cathy away from the red dot and inside the house. But the silenced bullet found him anyway-grazed the back of his head and took off a chunk of his right ear as he tackled Cathy onto the mud room floor, the warmth of his blood spattering her face.
The sound of a loud pop on the door frame-then another bullet tore into Markham"s thigh. The FBI agent shrieked in pain.
"Move, Cathy, move!" he shouted, rolling off of her and fumbling for his gun. Cathy, her ears buzzing, her muscles tense with fear, scrambled to her feet just in time to see a shadowy figure in the doorway-the sunlight streaming in behind him; tall, bald, and naked as a marble Hercules.
Yes. They had found The Sculptor.
A flash of red light pa.s.sed across Cathy"s eyes. She froze-did not see Markham rise to his feet and grab The Sculptor"s arm-only heard the bullet whizzing past her ear. Her vision spotted from The Sculptor"s laser sight, Cathy backed away into the kitchen, watching in red blotchy horror as Markham tried to wrestle The Sculptor"s gun away from him. Their grunting figures crashed against the walls of the mud room as The Sculptor fired off two silenced bullets into the floor.