He would have liked to go directly to the hospital, but the chairman of the toxicology department, Dr. Federico Benari, would be unable to see him until four in the afternoon. Benari had insisted on the hour, just as Connie Alamare had insisted Moodrow pick up her notarized request in the morning. It was frustrating, at the least, but Moodrow had already decided to make the gap productive by trying to answer one of the questions that had been jumping out at him since he’d begun the investigation. What was Flo Alamare, a middle-class white girl, doing in a part of the Bronx dominated by unrelenting poverty? Of course, without any recent history, the question had remained unanswered and it was tempting to think of her as just another junkie looking to get stoned, but the emerging picture of Flo as one of Davis Craddock’s enforcers suggested that she may have been on official business. Moodrow had a list (by no means complete) of former Hanoverians. Reviewing them, he found only one with a Bronx address: William Brandeis Williams.
