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She would never go into his.” Stone finished the piece and added Hiram Barker to his list of interviewees. He picked up the phone, dialed the Continental Network, and asked for Barron Harkness.
    “Mr. Harkness’s office,” an interesting female voice said.
    “This is Detective Stone Barrington of the Homicide Division, New York City Police Department,” he said. “I’d like to speak with Mr. Harkness.”
    “I’m afraid Mr. Harkness is on an airplane somewhere over the Atlantic,” the woman said. “This is Cary Hilliard, his assistant. May I help you?”
    Stone remembered the television report that the anchorman had been on assignment in the Middle East. “I want to speak to Mr. Harkness regarding the…” (What was it? Not a homicide — not yet, anyway.) “…about Sasha Nijinsky. Can you tell me what time his plane is due in?” “He won’t be in the office before about five thirty,” the woman said. “And he’ll be going on the air at seven o’clock, on the evening news.”
    Stone liked the woman’s voice. “I’d like to know the airline and flight number, please. It’s important.”
    The woman hesitated. “What was your name again, please?”
    “Detective Stone Barrington. I’m in charge of the Nijinsky case.”
    “Of course. He’s due in on an Alitalia flight from Rome at four twenty, but he’ll be met and helicoptered in. You’d do better to see him here. I know he’ll want to talk to you. He’s very fond of Sasha.” “At what time?”
    “It’ll be hell from the moment he arrives until the newscast is over. Come at a quarter to seven, and ask for me. I’ll take you up to the control room, and you can talk to Barron as soon as he’s off the air.” “Six forty-five. I’ll see you then.”
    “Oh, we’re not in the Continental Network building. We’re at the Broadcast Center, at Pier Nineteen, at the west end of Houston Street.”
    “I’ll see you at six forty-five.” Stone hung up. He really liked her voice. She was probably a dog, though. He’d made the voice mistake before.
    Dino had turned on the television, and a doctor was being interviewed on CNN about Nijinsky.
    “Doctor, is it possible that Sasha Nijinsky could have survived her fall from twelve stories?”
    “Well,” the doctor replied, “as we’ve just seen on the videotape, she obviously survived, at least for a few moments, but it is unlikely in the extreme that she could recover from the sort of injuries she must have sustained in the fall. I’d say it was virtually impossible that she lived more than a minute or two after striking the earth.” “That still don’t make it a homicide,” Dino said.
    “It’s a homicide,” Stone said. “If she’s dead.”
    “Whaddaya mean ’if she’s dead’?” Dino asked. “Didn’t you hear the doctor, there? She’s a fuckin’ pancake.”
    “Look,” Stone said, “do you know what terminal velocity is?”
    “Nope,” Dino replied. Nobody else did either.
    “An object in a vacuum, when dropped from a height, will accelerate at the rate of thirty-two feet per second, and continue accelerating — in a vacuum. But in an atmosphere, like the earth’s, there will come a point when air resistance becomes equal to acceleration, and, at that point, the object will fall at a steady rate.” “But it’ll keep falling,” Dino said, puzzled.
    “Sure, but it’ll stop accelerating.” Stone had everyone’s undivided attention now. “I read a piece in the
Times
a few weeks ago about cats, and how cats have been known to fall from a great height and survive. There was one documented case where a cat fell twenty-six stories, landed on concrete, and survived with only a couple of broken bones.” “How the fuck could it survive a fall like that?” a detective asked.
    “Like this,” Stone said. He held out his hand, palm down. “When a cat starts to fall, he immediately orients himself feet first — you know that cats will always land on their feet,