rapes, except maybe his fist, but thatâs a part of his body. It interests Delia and me that the most strenuous tussles he had with his victims were before he put socks on their feet and cut their nails. We think heâs taking precautions for later in the night, when he might flag a little himself. Those long, huge erections must take a heavy toll. I mean, sex is a pleasure, but itâs also something you have to work at, especially the man.â
âHas anything further turned up about the books? It seems weird to me that the victims donât remember a title,â Carmine said.
What a pertinent way to change the subject, Helen thought. The boss could see my frankness made Nick uneasy, so Carmine to the rescue of a fellow man.
Delia answered. âThe smallest library held three hundred books, and all of them contained at least a hundred novels. Most of the novels were old and hadnât been read in years. All the victims could have named a purloined textbook, but an old novel? They knew one had gone because the shelf held a gap where no gap had been before.â
âThat says it wasnât a beloved novel, like Little Women âits absence would have been noticed,â said Helen.
Carmine caught the gleam in Nickâs eye and got in first. âI estimate that we have a little over two weeks before the Dodo rapes again. If, that is, he sticks to his three-week cycle.â
Helen jumped, suddenly very excited. âCaptain, what if I set myself up as a lure? He might go for it.â
The shake of Carmineâs head was emphatic. âYouâre not thinking straight, Helen. This guy doesnât choose at random, heâs working from a list heâs already drawn up. Itâs not impossible that youâre on it, but nothing indicates that. Heâll know youâre a cop, and I would have said thatâs not a profession heâd deem worthy of his attention.â He grinned. âSorry, but itâs a fact.â
She subsided. âYes, Captain, youâre right.â
âIf the Dodo also happens to be a Gentleman Walker,â Delia said, looking businesslike, âthen he canât be rostered for walking on an attack night. So I took all Mark Sugarmanâs rosters and went through them.â She grimaced, revealing lipstick on her teeth. âNo correlations, Carmineânot a sausage. I could have skimmed through the lot in less than thirty minutes if Mason Novak didnât do a good half of themâ untidy ! But thereâs nothing to find, except that I suppose nothing is something.â
Carmine grinned, black brows flying high. âWhoâs a nothing that could be a something, Deels?â
âSixty-one names that never occur on a Dodo night. However, some are bigger somethings than others,â said Delia, smiling. âI mention Mark Sugarman and his two companionsâer ⦠Arnold Hedberg and Gregory Pendleton, and Kurt von Fahlendorf and his twoâDapper Dave Feinman and Bill Mitski. The list is on your table. Would you like me to try fishing for alibis?â
âFor the moment, no. Itâs negative evidence at best, and the only guys whoâll be able to supply alibis are the diarists. Work with the victims, you have their trust.â
âWhat about me?â Helen demanded.
âYour schedule says youâre with Lieutenant Goldberg and the armed holdups,â said Carmine, sounding adamant. âItâs suddenly gone state wide and is being worked from Hartford with Lieutenant Goldberg in command, so it will be invaluable experience.â
âWhat about you?â Helen asked, then bit her lip: it had come out far too insolently. Oh, damn cops and their armed services style protocols! Why couldnât a person ask?
No change in Carmineâs expression occurred, though Nick looked annoyed. âI have the Big Three to worry about,â he said levelly. âSugarman, Novak and von