LITMIR.BIZ

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short one prodded him. “The incident obviously has to do with the mikvah.” He looked at Decker and asked, “Was anyone hurt?”

      “Stop asking them questions and answer theirs,” his friend scolded, then said to Decker: “The mikvah is that little building in the corner.”

      “Thank you,” Marge answered, walking away.

      “I hope it’s nothing serious,” the big one added.

      Decker gave them a smile, but not a reassuring one.

      They walked a few steps, then Marge said, “Notice how they looked at me?”

      “They didn’t.”

      “That’s what I’m saying.”

      They’d arrived before the black-and-whites.

      Marge knocked on the door and a young dark-haired woman opened it, allowing them to enter after a flash of badges. Immediately, the murmuring that had filled the room died. The detectives were greeted with icy, suspicious stares from four kerchief-headed women crammed into the reception area. In the corner, an elderly bearded man who looked like a rabbi was whispering into the ear of a younger man who was rapidly rocking back and forth.

      The young woman motioned them outside.

      “I’m Rina Lazarus, the one who called the police,” she said. “The women inside were here earlier tonight. We’ve called a meeting to find out if anyone heard or saw anything unusual on their way home. Unfortunately, no one did.”

      “What happened?” Decker asked.

      She hesitated and looked around. “A woman was raped.”

      “Where is she?” Marge asked.

      “With one of the women in a dressing room. She’s about to take a bath—”

      “She can’t do that until she’s been examined,” said Marge sharply.

      “I know,” Rina said. “The officer I spoke to over the phone mentioned that, but I don’t know if she’s going to be willing to have herself examined.”

      Marge eyed Decker, then said: “I’ll talk to her.” Turning to Rina, she asked: “What’s her name?”

      “Sarah Libba Adler.”

      “Miss or Mrs.?”

      “Mrs.”

      “Is she dressed?” asked Marge.

      “I’m not sure. Her husband brought her a change of clothes, but I don’t know if she put them on yet. You’ll have to knock on the door to the bathroom and ask.”

      “Where are the original clothes?” Decker asked.

      “In a paper sack to the left of the bathhouse door. They’re nothing more than shreds but I thought you might want them.”

      “We do,” Marge said. She slapped Peter on the back and disappeared inside.

      Rina wasn’t comfortable being alone with a man, even a detective, and suggested they go back inside. That was fine with Decker since the mikvah was air-conditioned. Then seeing two uniforms coming toward the building, Decker motioned them over. He excused himself for a moment, then brought the policemen back to Rina.

      “Ma’am, do you know where the rape took place?” Decker asked.

      “Over there.” She pointed to an area two hundred feet to the right of the entrance to the bathhouse.

      “Could you show us the exact spot so we don’t accidentally trample on evidence?” asked Decker.

      She led them to the depression in the brush.

      “I don’t know if he actually”—she paused to catch her breath—“if he actually raped her here, but this is where I found her.”

      “You found the victim?”

      She nodded.

      “Was she conscious at the time?”

      “Yes. Baruch Hashem.”

      “Pardon?”

      “Nothing. Mrs. Adler was conscious.”

      “That’s fine,” Decker said. He faced the uniforms. “Cordon off this area and call the lab boys. Then poke around and see what you can come up with.”

      He turned back to Rina.

      “I’d like to ask you a few questions.”

      “Can we go back inside the bathhouse?”

      “Certainly.”

      Rina led him back into the building and to a quiet corner. He was a big man, she thought, with strong features and, despite the fair skin and ginger hair, dark penetrating eyes. He looked intimidating yet competent, a man who’d know how to hunt an animal like a rapist. Although she knew size had nothing to do with apprehending a criminal, she was still glad he was big.

      “You told me your name, but I didn’t catch it,” said Decker.

      “Rina Lazarus,” she answered, then quickly added, “Mrs.”

      Decker smiled to himself.

      “Exactly what happened, Mrs. Lazarus?” he asked.

      “I was grading papers right there”—Rina pointed to the armchair—“and I heard a scream. I went outside and saw something take off into the woods. Then, I found her wig lying on the ground and knew something was wrong …” Her voice trailed off, and she shuddered.

      “You saw something fleeing into the brush?” he asked, slipping out a pocket pad.

      She nodded.

      “Where?”

      “From the spot I showed you … Maybe a little farther down to the right.”

      “Did you see something or someone?”

      “I’m not sure. It happened so fast.” Rina sighed. “I’m sorry.”

      “That’s okay. You’re doing fine. Let’s try taking it from the beginning. You’re inside this mikvah … What’s a mikvah, by the way? Like a health club?”

      “It’s a ritual bathhouse. Women come here to dunk for spiritual purification.”

      “Like a baptism?”

      Rina nodded. It was close enough.

      “Okay, you were inside and you heard a scream outside. What did you do?”

      “I opened the door and looked outside. I heard panting.”

      “Panting?”

      She nodded. “Next thing I knew something fled into the bushes.” Her eyes lit up. “I think it was a person because it was upright.”

      “Could you describe any details at all?”

      “No. It was nearly pitch black, and his clothing was dark. I only saw him for a second.”

      “Tall, short, fat, thin, muscular?”

      “Average.”

      “Did the figure look shorter or taller than me?”

      “Offhand, I’d say shorter than you”—she looked up at him—“but you’re very tall, so I guess that isn’t saying a lot.”

      “But you think the figure was human.”

      She nodded.

      “Could you tell if it was male or female?”

      “No.”

      Decker began to scrawl some notes on the pad, then looked up: “Okay. After the figure disappeared, what did you do?”

      Rina’s eyes darted about.

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