The Naked Face (2 page)

Exactly twenty-five minutes later, Carol heard the click of the side door that led from the doctor's private office directly to the corridor. A few minutes later, the door of the doctor's office opened and Dr. Judd Stevens stepped out. He hesitated as he saw McGreavy. 'We've met before,' he said. He could not remember where. McGreavy nodded impassively. “Yeah ... Lieutenant McGreavy.' He indicated Angeli. 'Detective Frank Angeli.' Judd and Angeli shook hands. 'Come in.' The men walked into Judd's private office and the door closed. Carol looked after them, trying to piece it together. The big detective had seemed antagonistic towards Dr. Stevens. But maybe that was just his natural charm. Carol was sure of only one thing. Her dress would have to go to the cleaner's. Judd's office was furnished like a French country living-room. There was no working desk. Instead, comfortable easy chairs and end tables with authentic antique lamps were scattered about the room. At the far end of the office a private door led out to the corridor. On the floor was an exquisitely patterned Edward Fields area rug, and in a corner was a comfortable damask-covered contour couch. McGreavy noted that there were no diplomas on the walls. But he had checked before coming here. If Dr. Stevens had wanted to, he could have covered his walls with diplomas and certificates. This is the first psychiatrist's office I've ever been in,' Angeli said, openly impressed. 'I wish my house looked like this.' 'It relaxes my patients,' Judd said easily. 'And by the way, I'm a psychoanalyst.' 'Sorry,' Angeli said. 'What's the difference?' 'About fifty dollars an hour,' McGreavy said. 'My partner doesn't get around much.' Partner. And Judd suddenly remembered. McGreavy's partner had been shot and killed and McGreavy had been wounded during the holdup of a liquor store four - or was it five? - years ago. A petty hoodlum named Amos Ziffren had been arrested for the crime. Ziffren's attorney had pleaded his client not guilty by reason of insanity. Judd had been called in as an expert for the defence and asked to examine Ziffren. He had found that he was hopelessly insane with advanced paresis. On Judd's testimony, Ziffren had escaped the death penalty and had been sent to a mental institution. 'I remember you now,' Judd said. 'The Ziffren case. You had three bullets in you; your partner was killed.' 'And I remember you,' McGreavy said. 'You got the killer off.' 'What can I do for you?' 'We need some information, Doctor,' McGreavy said He nodded to Angeli. Angeli began fumbling at the string on the package he carried. 'We'd like you to identify something for us,' McGreavy said. His voice was careful, giving nothing away. Angeli had the package open. He held up a yellow oilskin rain slicker. 'Have you ever seen this before?' 'It looks like mine,' Judd said in surprise, 'It is yours. At least your name is stencilled inside.' 'Where did you find it?' 'Where do you think we found it?' The two men were no longer casual A subtle change had taken place in their faces. Judd studied McGreavy a moment, then picked up a pipe from a rack on a long, low table and began to fill it with tobacco from a jar. 'I think you'd better tell me what this is all about,' he said quietly. 'It's about this raincoat, Dr. Stevens,” said McGreavy. 'If it's yours, we want to know how it got out of your possession.' There's no mystery about it. It was drizzling when I came in this morning. My raincoat was at the cleaners, so I wore the yellow slicker. I keep it for fishing trips. One of my patients hadn't brought a raincoat. It was beginning to snow pretty heavily, so I let him borrow the slicker.' He stopped, suddenly worried. 'What's happened to him?' 'Happened to who?' McGreavy asked. 'My patient - John Hanson.' 'Check,' Angeli said gently. 'You hit the bull's-eye. The reason Mr. Hanson couldn't return the coat himself is that he's dead.' Judd felt a small shock go through him. 'Dead?' 'Someone stuck a knife in his back,' McGreavy said. Judd stared at him increduously. McGreavy took the coat from Angeli and turned it around so that Judd could see the large, ugly slash in the material. The back of the coat was covered with dull, henna-coloured stains. A feeling of nausea swept over Judd. 'Who would want to kill him?' 'We were hoping that you could tell us, Dr. Stevens,' said Angeli. 'Who'd know better than his psychoanalyst?' Judd shook his head helplessly. 'When did it happen?' McGreavy answered. 'Eleven o'clock this morning. On Lexington Avenue, about a block from your office. A few dozen people must have seen him fall, but they were busy going home to get ready to celebrate the birth of Christ, so they let him lie there bleeding to death in the snow.' Judd squeezed the edge of the table, his knuckles white. 'What time was Hanson here this morning?' asked Angeli. 'Ten o'clock.' 'How long do your sessions last. Doctor?' 'Fifty minutes.' 'Did he leave as soon as it was over?' 'Yes. I had another patient waiting.' 'Did Hanson go out through the reception office?“ 'No. My patients come in through the reception office and leave by that door.' He indicated the private door leading to the outside corridor. 'In that way they don't meet each other.' McGreavy nodded. 'So Hanson was killed within a few minutes of the time he left here. Why was he coming to see you?' Judd hesitated. 'I'm sorry. I can't discuss a doctor-patient relationship.' 'Someone murdered him.' McGreavy said. 'You might be able to help us find his killer.' Judd's pipe had gone out. He took his time lighting it again. ”How long had he been coming to you?' This time it was Angeli. Police teamwork. “Three years.' Judd said. 'What was his problem?' Judd hesitated. He saw John Hanson as he had looked that morning; excited, smiling, eager to enjoy his new freedom. 'He was a homosexual.' 'This is going to be another one of those beauties.' McGreavy said bitterly. 'Was a homosexual,' Judd said. 'Hanson was cured. I told him this morning that he didn't have to see me any more. He was ready to move back in with his family. He has - had � a wife and two children.' 'A fag with a family?' asked McGreavy. 'It happens often.' 'Maybe one of his homo playmates didn't want to cut him loose. They got in a fight. He lost his temper and slipped a knife in his boyfriend's back' Judd considered. 'It's possible,' he said thoughtfully, ”but I don't believe it.' 'Why not, Dr. Stevens?' asked Angeli. 'Because Hanson hadn't had any homosexual contacts in more than a year. I think it's much more likely that someone tried to mug him. Hanson was the kind of man who would have put up a fight.' 'A brave married fag,' McGreavy said heavily. He took out a cigar and lit it. There's only one thing wrong with the mugger theory. His wallet hadn't been touched. There was over a hundred dollars in it.' He watched Judd's reaction. Angeli said, 'If we're looking for a nut, it might make it easier.' 'Not necessarily,' Judd objected He walked over to the window. 'Take a look at that crowd down there. One out of twenty is, has been, or will be in a mental hospital.' 'But if a. man's crazy...?' 'He doesn't have to necessarily appear crazy,' Judd explained. 'For every obvious case of insanity there are at least ten cases undiagnosed.' McGreavy was studying Judd with open interest. 'You know a lot about human nature, don't you. Doctor?' 'There's no such thing as human nature,' Judd said. 'Any more than there's such a thing as animal nature. Try to average out a rabbit and a tiger. Or a squirrel and an elephant.' 'How long you been practising psychoanalysis?' asked McGreavy. 'Twelve years. Why?' McGreavy shrugged. “You're a good-looking guy. I'll bet a lot of your patients fall in love with you, huh?' Judd's eyes chilled. 1 don't understand the point of the question.' 'Oh, come on, Doc Sure you do. We're both men of the world. A fag walks in here and finds himself a handsome young doctor to tell bis troubles to.' His tone grew confidential. 'Now do you mean to say that in three years on your couch Hanson didn't get a little hard-on for you?' Judd looked at him without expression. 'Is that your idea of being a man of the world, Lieutenant?' McGreavy was unperturbed. 'It could have happened. And I'll tell you what else could have happened. You said you told Hanson you didn't want to see him again. Maybe he didn't like that. He'd grown dependent on you in three years. The two of you had a fight.' Judd's face darkened with anger. Angeli broke the tension. 'Can you think of anyone who had reason to hate him, Doctor? Or someone he might have hated?' 'If there were such a person,' Judd said, 'I would tell you. I think I knew everything there was to know about John Hanson. He was a happy man. He didn't hate anyone and I don't know of anyone who hated him.' 'Good for him. You must be one helluva doctor,' McGreavy said. 'Well take his file along with us.' 'No.' 'We can get a court order.' 'Get it. ”There's nothing in that file that can help you.' 'Then what harm could it do if you gave it to us?' asked Angeli. 'It could hurt Hanson's wife and children. You're on the wrong track. You'll find that Hanson was killed by a stranger.' 'I don't believe it.' McGreavy snapped. Angeli rewrapped the raincoat and tied the string around the bundle. 'We'll get this back to you when we run some more tests on it,' 'Keep it,' Judd said. McGreavy opened the private door leading to the corridor. "We'll be in touch with you, Doctor.' He walked out. Angeli nodded to Judd and followed McGreavy out. Judd was still standing there, his mind churning, when Carol walked in. 'Is everything all right?' she asked hesitantly. 'Someone killed John Hanson.' 'Killed him?' 'He was stabbed,' Judd said. 'Oh my God! But why?' The police don't know.' 'How terrible!' She saw his eyes and the pain in them Is there anything I can do, Doctor?' 'Would you close up the office, Carol? I'm going over to see Mrs. Hanson. I'd like to break the news to her myself.' 'Don't worry. Ill take care of everything,' said Carol. Thanks.' And Judd left. Thirty minutes later Carol had finished putting the files away and was locking her desk when the corridor door opened. It was after six o'clock and the building was closed. Carol looked up as the man smiled and moved towards her.

Mary Hanson was a doll of a woman; small, beautiful, exquisitely made. On the outside, she was soft, Southern-helpless-feminine, and on the inside, granite bitch. Judd had met her a week after beginning her husband's therapy. She had fought hysterically against it and Judd had asked her to have a talk with him. 'Why are you so opposed to your husband going through analysis?' 'I won't have my friends saying I married a crazy man,' she had told Judd. Tell him to give me a divorce; then he can do any damn thing he pleases.' Judd had explained that a divorce at that point could destroy John completely. There's nothing left to destroy,' Mary had screamed. 'If I'd known he was a fairy, do you think I would have married him? He's a woman.' There's some woman in every man,' Judd had said. 'Just as there's some man in every woman. And in your husband's case, there are some difficult psychological problems to overcome. But he's trying, Mrs Hanson. I think you owe it to him and his children to help him.' He had reasoned with her for more than three hours, and in the end she had reluctantly agreed to hold off on the divorce. In the months that followed, she had become interested and then involved in the battle that John was waging. Judd made it a rule never to treat married couples, but Mary had asked him to let her become a patient, and he had found it helpful As she had begun to understand herself and where she had failed as a wife, John's progress had become dramatically rapid. And now Judd was here to tell her that her husband had been senselessly murdered She looked up at him, unable to believe what he had just said, sure that it was some kind of macabre joke. And then realization set in. 'He's never coming back to me!' she screamed. 'He's never coming back to mel' She started tearing at her clothes in anguish, like a wounded animal. The six-year-old twins walked in. And from that moment on, there was bedlam. Judd managed to calm the children down and take them to a neighbour's house. He gave Mrs. Hanson a sedative and called the family doctor. When he was sure there was nothing more he could do, he left. He got into his car and drove aimlessly, lost in thought. Hanson had fought his way through a hell, and at the moment of his victory ... It was such a pointless death. Could it have been some homosexual who had attacked him? Some former lover who was frustrated because Hanson had left him? It was possible, of course, but Judd did not believe it Lieutenant McGreavy had said that Hanson was killed a block away from the office. If the murderer bad been a homosexual, full of hatred, he would have made a rendezvous with Hanson at some private piace, either to try to persuade Hanson to come back to him or to pour out his recriminations before he killed him. He would not have 1 a knife into him on a crowded street and then fled. On the comer ahead he saw a phone booth and suddenly remembered that he had promised to have dinner with Dr Peter Hadley and his wife, Norah. They were his closest friends, but he was in no mood to see anyone. He stopped the car at the kerb, went into the phone booth and dialled the Hadleys' number. Norah answered the phone. Tou're latel Where are you?' 'Norah,' Judd said, 'I'm afraid I'm going to have to beg off tonight.' 'You can't,' she wailed. 'I have a sexy blonde sitting here dying to meet you.' 'Well do it another night.' Judd said. 'I'm really not up to it. Please apologize for me.' 'Doctors!' snorted Norah. 'Just a minute and I'll put your chum on.' Peter got on the phone. 'Anything wrong, Judd?' Judd hesitated. 'Just a hard day, Pete. I'll tell you about it tomorrow.“ 'You're missing some delicious Scandinavian smorgasbord. I mean beautiful.' 'I'llmeet her another time.' promised Judd. He heard a hurried whisper, and then Norah got on the phone again. 'She'll be here for Christmas dinner, Judd. Will you come?' He hesitated. 'Well talk about it later, Norah. I'm sorry about tonight.' He hung up. He wished he knew of some tactful way to stop Norah's matchmaking. Judd had got married in his senior year in college. Elizabeth had been a social science major, warm and bright and gay, and they had both been young and very much in love and full of wonderful plans to remake the world for all the children they were going to have. And on the first Christmas of their marriage, Elizabeth and their unborn child had been killed in a head-on automobile collision. Judd had plunged himself totally into his work, and in time had become one of the outstanding psychoanalysts in the country. But he was still not able to bear being with other people celebrating Christmas Day. Somehow, even though he told himself he was wrong, that belonged to Elizabeth and their cluld. He pushed open the door of the phone booth. He was aware of a girl standing outside the booth waiting to use the phone. She was young and pretty, dressed in a tight-fitting sweater and a miniskirt, with a bright-coloured raincoat. He stepped out of the booth. 'Sorry.' he apologized. She gave him a warm smile. 'That's all right.' There was a wistful look on her face. He had seen that look before. Loneliness seeking to break through the barrier that he had unconsciously set up. If Judd knew that he had a quality that was attractive to women, it was deep in his subconscious. He had never analysed why. It was more of a handicap than an asset to have his female patients falling in love with him. It sometimes made life very difficult. He moved past the girl with a friendly nod. He sensed her1 standing there in the rain, watching as he got into his car and drove away. He turned the car onto the East River Drive and headed for the Merritt Parkway. An hour and a half later he was on the Connecticut Turnpike. The snow in New York was dirty and slushy, but the same storm had magically transformed the Connecticut landscape into a Currier and Ives picture postcard. He drove past Westport and Danbury, deliberately forcing his mind to concentrate on the ribbon of road that flashed beneath bis wheels and the wintry wonderland that surrounded him. Each time his thoughts reached out to John Hanson, he made himself think of other things. He drove on through the darkness of the Connecticut countryside and hours later, emotionally worn out, finally turned the car around and headed for home. Mike, the red-faced doorman who usually greeted him with a smile, was preoccupied and distant Family difficulties, Judd supposed. Usually Judd would chat with him about Mike's teenage son and married daughters, but Judd did not feel like talking this evening. He asked Mike to have the car sent down to the garage. 'Right, Dr. Stevens.' Mike seemed about to add something, then thought better of it Judd walked into the building. Ben Katz, the manager, was crossing the lobby. He saw Judd, gave a nervous wave, and hurriedly disappeared into his apartment. What's the matter with everyone tonight? thought Judd. Or is it just my nerves? He stepped into the elevator. Eddie, the elevator operator, nodded. 'Evening, Dr. Stevens.' 'Good evening, Eddie.' Eddie swallowed and looked away self-consciously. 'Is anything wrong?' Judd asked. Eddie quickly shook his head and kept his eyes averted. My God, thought Judd. Another candidate for my couch. The building was suddenly full of them. Eddie opened the elevator door and Judd got out. He started towards his apartment. He didn't hear the elevator door close, so he turned around. Eddie was staring at him. As Judd started to speak, Eddie quickly closed the elevator door. Judd went to his apartment, unlocked the door, and entered. Every light in the apartment was on. Lieutenant McGreavy was opening a drawer in the living-room. Angeli was coming out of the bedroom. Judd felt anger flare in him. 'What are you doing in my apartment?' 'Waitin' for you, Dr Stevens,' McGreavy said. Judd walked over and slammed the drawer shut, narrowly missing McGreavy's fingers. 'How did you get in here?' 'We have a search warrant,' said Angeli. Judd stared at him incredulously. 'A search warrant? For my apartment?' 'Suppose we ask the questions, Doctor,' McGreavy said 'You don't have to answer them,' interjected Angeli, 'without benefit of legal counsel Also, you should know that anything you say can be used as evidence against you.' 'Do you want to call a lawyer?' McGreavy asked. 'I don't need a lawyer. I told you that I loaned the raincoat to John Hanson this morning and I didn't see it again until you brought it to my office this afternoon. I couldn't have killed him. I was with patients all day. Miss Roberts can verify that.' McGreavy and Angeli exchanged a silent signal. 'Where did you go after you left your office this afternoon?' Angeli asked. 'To see Mrs Hanson.' 'We know that,' McGreavy said. 'Afterwards.' Judd hesitated. 'I drove around.' 'Where?' 'I drove up to Connecticut.' 'Where did you stop for dinner?' McGreavy asked. 'I didn't. I wasn't hungry.' 'So no one saw you?' Judd thought for a moment. 'I suppose not.' 'Perhaps you stopped for gas somewhere,' suggested Angeli. 'No.' Judd said. 'I didn't. What difference does it make where I went tonight? Hanson was killed this morning.' ”Did you go back to your office any time after you left it this afternoon?' McGreavy's voice was casual 'No,' Judd said. 'Why?' 'It was broken into.' 'What? By whom?' “We don't know,' said McGreavy. 'I want you to come down and take a look around. You can tell us if anything is missing.' 'Of course,' Judd replied. 'Who reported it?' 'The night watchman,' said Angeli. 'Do you keep anything of value hi the office, Doctor? Gash? Drugs? Anything like that?' 'Petty cash,' Judd said. 'No addictive drugs. There was nothing there to steal. It doesn't make any sense.' 'Right,' McGreavy said. 'Let's go.' In the elevator Eddie gave Judd an apologetic look. Judd met his eyes and nodded that he understood. Surely, Judd thought, the police couldn't suspect him of breaking into his own office. It was as though McGreavy was determined to pin something on him because of his dead partner. But that had been five years ago. Could McGreavy have been brooding all these years, blaming it on the doctor? Waiting for a chance to get him? There was an unmarked police car a few feet from the entrance. They got in and rode to the office in silence. When they reached the office building, Judd signed the lobby register. Bigelow, the guard, looked at him strangely. Or did he imagine it? They took the elevator to the fifteenth floor and walked down the corridor to Judd's office. A uniformed policeman was standing in front of the door. He nodded to McGreavy and stepped aside. Judd reached for his key. 'The door's unlocked,' Angeli said. He pushed the door open and they went in, Judd leading the way. The reception office was in chaos. All the drawers had been pulled out of the desk and papers were strewn about the floor. Judd stared unbelievingly, feeling a shock of personal violation. 'What do you suppose they were looking for, Doctor?” asked McGreavy. 'I have no idea,' Judd said. He walked to the inner door and opened it, McGreavy close behind him. In his office two end tables had been overturned, a smashed lamp lay on the floor, and blood soaked the Fields rug. In the far corner of the room, grotesquely spread out, was the body of Carol Roberts. She was nude. Her hands were tied behind her back with piano wire, and acid had been splashed on her face and breasts and between her thighs. The fingers of her right hand were broken. Her face was battered and swollen. A wadded handkerchief was stuffed in her mouth. The two detectives watched Judd as he stared at the body. 'You look pale,' Angeli said. 'Sit down.' Judd shook his head and took several deep breaths. When he spoke, his voice was shaking with rage. 'Who - who could have done this?' That's what you're going to tell us, Dr. Stevens,' said McGreavy. Judd looked up at him. “No one could have wanted to do this to Carol. She never hurt anyone in her life' 'I think it's about time you started singing another tune,' McGreavy said. 'No one wanted to hurt Hanson, but they stuck a knife in his back. No one wanted to hurt Carol, but they poured acid all over her and tortured her to death.' His voice became hard. 'And you stand there and tell me no one would want to hurt them. What the hell are you - deaf, dumb, and blind? The girl worked for you for four years. You're a psychoanalyst. Are you trying to tell me you didn't know or care about her personal life?' 'Of course I cared,' Judd said tightly. ”She had a boyfriend she was going to marry�' 'Chick. We've talked to him.' 'But he could never have done this. He's a decent boy and he loved Carol.' 'When was the last time you saw Carol alive?' asked Angeli. 'I told you. When I left here to go to see Mrs. Hanson. I asked Carol to close up the office.' His voice broke and he swallowed and took a deep breath. 'Were you scheduled to see any more patients today?' 'No.' 'Do you think this could have been done by a maniac?' Angeli asked. 'It must have been a maniac.' but � even a maniac has to have some motivation.' 'That's what I think,' McGreavy said. Judd looked over to where Carol's body lay. It had the sad appearance o� a disfigured rag doll, useless and discarded. 'How long are you going to leave her like this?' Judd asked angrily. 'They'll take her away now,' said Angeli. The coroner and the Homicide boys have already finished.' Judd turned to McGreavy. 'You left her like this for me?' Teah,' McGreavy said. 'I'm going to ask you again. Is there anything in this office that someone could want badly enough to' - he Indicated Carol - 'do that?' 'No.' “What about the records of your patients?' Judd shook his head. 'Nothing.' 'You're not being very cooperative, Doctor, are you?' asked McGreavy.� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � 'Don't you think I want to see you find whoever did this?' Judd snapped. 'If there was anything in my files that would help, I would tell you. I know my patients. There isn't any one among them who could have killed her. This was done by an outsider.' 'How do you know it wasn't someone after your files?' 'My files weren't touched.' McGreavy looked at him with quickened interest. ”How do you know that?' he asked. 'You haven't even looked.' Judd walked over to the far wall. As the two men watched, he pressed the lower section of the panelling and the wall slid open, revealing racks of built-in shelves. They were filled with tapes. I record every session with my patients.' Judd said. 'I keep the tapes here.' 'Couldn't they have tortured Carol to try to force her to tell where those tapes were?' There is nothing in any of these tapes worth anything to anyone. There was some other motive for her murder.' Judd looked at Carol's scarred body again, and he was filled with helpless, blind rage. 'You've got to find whoever did this!' 'I intend to," McGreavy said. He was looking at Judd.