In court, the driver had lied, successfully, and gotten off, and then he'd lied again to the police, when they'd interviewed cabbies, looking for Friedman, and again to the detectives she had hired. He'd picked up no fare at the Mayflower. He hadn't seen the man in the picture.
She looks at the name of the Dominican driver of the limo. More numbers. The name, address, and telephone number of his widow, in the Bronx.
The limo had been excavated from rubble, three days later, the driver with it.
He had been alone.
There was still no evidence, the unknown and awkwardly translated writer concluded, that Friedman was dead, but there was abundant evidence placing him on or near the scene. Additional inquiries indicated that he had never arrived at 90 West.
The petal falling from the dried olive bloom.