Death Dance: A Novel by Linda Fairstein

Author:Linda Fairstein [Fairstein, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Thrillers, Legal
ISBN: 9780743482288
Google: 2KWirwaoGhMC
Amazon: B0085SGCQK
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2007-01-22T23:00:00+00:00

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23

Within the hour, Mercer Wallace and a backup team from Special Victims were at Selim Sengor's high-rise building, a hospital-owned residence on the Upper West Side. While I waited for him to get back to me with news of when the young doctor had abandoned his home, I called the hospital's general counsel, who'd been monitoring him since his weekend suspension.

"You're telling me you had no idea Sengor fled the country?" I asked.

"I'm shocked, truly. We were beeping him two or three times a day, and ten minutes later he'd return the calls.I talked to him myself just this morning."

"I've got detectives on the way to the apartment. I expect there are documents or papers left behind. Things that might help us track his flight route, maybe computer records. He'll be on the run."

"I feel so embarrassed about this, Alex. You don't need to waste time with a warrant. We'll consent to letting you in. It's hospital property—I'll send someone from my office over to meet the detectives right now."

"That would be a help. I think they're interviewing the super and doormen first."

It was after five o'clock when Mercer called back. "We got another collar."

"A new case?"

"Nope. One of our perp's buddies. Seems Sengor skipped out of town over the weekend. Drove to Boston, flew out of Logan to London and then home. You're probably right about the phony passport. This other guy is also a psychiatric resident—maybe there's something in the water in that department. Dr. Alkit's his name. Sengor gave Alkit his hospital beeper and the keys to the apartment."

"So every time Sengor was beeped to check in…" I said.

"You got it. Alkit called him in Turkey, and he phoned the general counsel to report back, so they kept up the ruse that he was still in town. Sengor apparently figures that if he isn't here in the country, you can't go forward with the prosecution and there won't be any press. He thinks the Turkish authorities won't find out about the charges and he can keep his license to practice medicine over there. Guess he's never heard of Interpol."

"Where'd you find this guy Alkit?"

"Your man in the counsel's office sent over an assistant to authorize us to go into Sengor's apartment. Dr. Alkit was already in the bedroom, boxing up some of his buddy's things. Next to the door, packed and ready to go, was a carton of videos."

"Videos? What do you mean?"

"Home movies, Alex. Videotapes that Dr. Sengor made."

"Porn?"

"Worse than that. Sengor had a camera concealed in the bookcase opposite one of the beds in his room. Just ordinary video equipment propped up between two medical reference books. That's what Dr. Alkit was dismantling when we arrived. I opened it up and whipped the tape into his VCR. Sengor recorded himself having intercourse with Jean Eaken."

"Oh, that poor woman. What does—"

"She looks lifeless. She's out cold, never moves a muscle. It's hard to watch, Alex. It's like, like—"

"I've seen it before, Mercer. Like he's raping a corpse.

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