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"Look, I had to do what I had to do. All my lawyers are unsettled about these
databank rules, and I figured this was a good chance to get some guidelines.
Got your attention, didn't I?"
"Another time, Ron."
Mercer pressed for the down elevator and Abramson headed upstairs.
Laura got up from her desk and followed us into my office. "Eric Ingels called
you. Says it's urgent." She thrust the phone message with his number into my
hand.
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I dialed and he answered himself. "Alex, I've got a problem with Dr. Sengor."
I flopped onto my chair. "Like what?"
"Like he's not coming in. He won't surrender."
"That's just another factor for the judge to consider when I ask for bail." I
was too tired and frustrated to worry about the extra day until his scheduled
court appearance, pleased that the hospital was keeping him on a short leash
by requiring him to check in twice daily.
"He wants to talk to you."
"Who does?"
"My client. Dr. Sengor."
"Sengor wants to make a statement?" I shrugged my shoulders and looked at
Mercer, repeating Ingels's comments so Mercer could understand what was going
on.
"Not exactly. He swears he didn't commit a crime. He wants to talk to you."
"You're going to let him?"
"I'd like to patch him in when he calls back. He's been phoning every fifteen
minutes or so, waiting for you tocome back from court."
"Is he home? We can just set it up from my end," I said.
"No, he tells me he's not. The apartment was hospital housing. He claims they
don't want him living there during his suspension."
"Fine. I'll be at my desk. Have him call my secretary on the hour. She'll hook
you in on a conference line."
I hung up and put Mercer to work. "Let's get TARU on this. How fast can they
set up a triangulated phone call?"
The Technical Assistance Resource Unit was the NYPD's small crew of wizards
who used state-of-the-art equipment to do everything from video surveillance
to wiretaps and intercepts.
"Five minutes, with a bit of luck. I'll get that going if you give me Ingels's
number. When Sengor dials in, you check caller ID and I'll run with that, too.
And get someone from the DA's Squad down here to hook a recorder onto your
phone. You'll want a tape of whatever he says."
I called the squad commander, whose office was directly above mine, and then
stepped out of the way five minutes later so that Vito Taurino, a detective I
had worked with often over the years, could attach a device to the telephone
receiver that fed a minirecorder. As long as one party to a conversation
consents for a call to be recorded, the law in New York allowed me to
surreptitiously tape the incoming call.
I dated and timed the header of the recording, sent Laura down the hall so
that Mercer could use her console to stay in touch with TARU, and settled in
to wait for the phone to ring. While Sengor and I spoke, detectives would be
trying to identify his location by reading signals from cell satellite towers.
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If he stayed on the phone for ninety seconds, they would know the very street
corner on which he stood.
"They're ready for you," Mercer said. "You're good to go."
"Give me a heads-up when TARU tells you they've made him."
Laura buzzed me from down the hall to tell me that Sengor had called on my
line, and that she had patched Eric Ingels into the call.
"Dr. Sengor wants to talk to you, Alex. Doctor? Can you hear me? Ms. Cooper's
on the line.**
The connection was bad. The crackling noise of the static made it hard to hear
Sengor when he said hello to me. There was no need to recite Miranda warnings.
The doctor wasn't in custody and his attorney had requested the opportunity
for him to talk.
"You're making a very big mistake, Ms. Cooper. I did not rape these women," he
said, barking each word into the receiver for emphasis. "You have ruined my
life, I want you to know that."
I wasn't the one slipping mickeys into the drinks of unsuspecting women and
then having sex with them while they were unconscious, but that never stopped
a perp from blaming me for his problems. "Doctor, is there "
"I have lost my job, I've lost my home, I've lost my girlfriend, for what?
What did I do? For what crime? You can't put my name in the newspaper just for
your own career, for your own ambitions. It'smy life you're ruining."
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