5.
It’s a simple fact that when a young woman is murdered, her boyfriend is at least of interest to the police, if not a suspect, until proven otherwise. Despite that, Stan wasn’t going to press Coburn too hard at this first meeting. They would be two good cops, sympathetic to his loss and see where the conversation went. Barb was fully on board with this strategy as they discussed it in the car heading over to Brooklyn.
Brian Coburn lived in Bedford-Stuyvesant, a neighborhood that, twenty-seven years ago when he started on the force as a patrolman, would have made Stan nervous just to drive through in a cop car. Today, in the booming New York real estate market, it was being transformed into yet another overpriced refuge for the well-to-do, with coffee bars and trendy restaurants on every corner. Stan wondered where the former residents, now priced out of the area, were living.
At the address Coburn had given them, a young man was sitting on the steps of a four story brownstone, dressed in a T shirt, shorts and sneakers. He stood as the police car pulled up by the curb and descended to meet the detectives as they got out of the car. He fit right into the gentrifying neighborhood-curly hair, a neatly trimmed goatee, round glasses.
“Brian Coburn?” Stan said. He nodded. “I’m Detective Stan Goldman and this is Detective Barbara Moore.” Stan noticed the kid checking Barb out. “Thank you for helping us with this case. I know it won’t be easy, but we need someone to identify the body and you are the first person who knew her to come forward.”
“This is so horrible. I will do anything to help you catch the people who did that to Jen.”
“We understand,” Stan said sympathetically. “She’s at the morgue in the Bronx. Please get in the car.” Barb opened the door to let Coburn in. They drove in silence. Stan wanted to be looking him in the face when they asked him the questions they wanted to pose to him so they could judge his answers.
At the morgue, Coburn immediately turned away when they lowered the sheet. “Oh, God, it’s her, it’s Jen.” He turned back with tears in his eyes. Stan didn’t think he was faking.
“For the record, you are certain that this is Jennifer Chalmers as you knew her.”
“Yes,” Brian answered.
“OK. We have some questions we need to ask you. Since Detective Moore and I haven’t had lunch yet, perhaps we could go to the hospital cafeteria?” Coburn nodded. In the food line, Stan was going to select the daily special, some kind of greasy pseudo-Mexican concoction, but when he saw that Barb ordered a chicken Caesar salad, he thought better of it and asked for the same. It couldn’t hurt the impression he made on her to look like he took good care of himself, as she obviously did with herself. Brian said he wasn’t hungry, which was quite understandable, and ordered a coffee.
Stan selected a table in a far corner where they could question Coburn without being disturbed. Moore had her notebook out to record what was said. “So, how long have you and the deceased been dating?” he asked.
“A couple of months,” Brian replied. Same answer as he’d given over the phone.
“And how did you meet?”
“She was working at the coffee shop near where I work. I used to stop in and flirt with her and eventually she agreed to have dinner with me. She was so beautiful and so kind,” Brian said. He began sobbing. Barb handed him a napkin.
“What’s the name of the coffee shop?” Brian named a place with an address in Lower Manhattan near Silicon Alley, an area that was popular with tech startups. “So she works there?”
“Well, she’s a student at Greenwich University, but she does some hours there during the semesters and more now in summer when there are no classes to earn some extra money. Her parents are decently well-off, but not rich according to her.”
“What does she study?” Barb asked.
“Economics, with a minor in Chinese. She was hoping to work in China after graduation.”
“So she speaks Chinese?”
“Well, I mean, I can’t say myself, but I have a couple of Chinese friends and they say she’s pretty good.”
“And where do you work?” Stan interjected.
“I do coding for Applied Data.” Barb seemed to know who they were and appeared impressed. Stan had never heard of them, but there was plenty he had never heard of when it came to technology.
“Did you and Jen live together?” Barb asked.
“No. We were spending a lot of time together, but she had her own place near me with a few roommates. We talked about her moving in, but it was a bit early in the relationship.” Barb nodded.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Stan said, “But I have to ask. Procedure, you know. Was she into drugs?”
“We probably smoked pot maybe two or three times in the two months we’ve gone out. She didn’t even drink much. A glass of wine or a beer now and then.”
“Did she ever talk about any ex-boyfriends that might have a grudge?” Barb asked.
“No,” Brian replied. “She had dated someone in high school back in Pittsburgh, but it seemed like they had just drifted apart without any particular feelings one way or the other.”
“OK,” Stan said. “Since you guys aren’t married, you aren’t next of kin, so we need to contact her parents. You wouldn’t happen to know their number.”
“I know they live in the Pittsburgh area. That’s all I know about them. I believe they are both schoolteachers. Maybe they’ll see the picture. But Greenwich will know for sure, won’t they.”
“Yes, they will,” Barb replied.
“And that’s where we’re headed next,” Stan said, gathering the empty dishes onto the cafeteria tray. “Can we drop you somewhere on the way?”
“No thanks, I can take the train.”
“We’ll probably be in touch again,” Stan said. “You aren’t planning on leaving town, are you?”
“No, I have some vacation in August, but I’m working all this month.”
“Thank you for your help and my condolences on your loss,” Stan said. They shook hands as they rose from the table.