Frank expected Mrs. Donato to spit on the floor again, but she just continued to glare at him furiously. He looked down at Donato and gave the leg of his chair a slight nudge.

Donato made a squeak of surprise and looked up, terrified.

“What’s this Ugo’s last name and where does he live?” Frank asked.

“Ianuzzi,” Mrs. Donato hastily offered and added an address farther down Mulberry Street. “He bad,” she added helpfully. “He kill sure.”

“Was he angry at Emilia for leaving him?” Frank tried.

“Si, he hate Emilia. He kill, you see.” She was much too certain, as if she were trying to convince herself, too.

Frank looked at Donato. He wasn’t saying anything, just staring at the table. Frank would have to catch him without his wife. He’d need to see the son, too. They had no intention of telling the police anything. They thought they were well rid of Emilia and her “trouble,” and they weren’t going to let any other family member get dragged down with her.

“I’ll be back,” he warned them and took his leave. Making his way carefully down the dark stairwell, he silently cursed Sarah Brandt. Only she could have compelled him to make such a ridiculous promise. No one was going to be able to find Emilia’s killer. Not only didn’t these people speak English, they were too terrified to tell the truth to the police. They’d also lie to protect each other, even if they were innocent.

He could probably beat a confession out of someone, but he made a point of saving that tactic for people he knew were guilty. In this case, he’d be lucky to find someone who even knew she’d be in the park this morning. On the other hand, she must have been killed by someone she knew. She’d had nothing of value, so she hadn’t been robbed, and she hadn’t been molested, either. Someone who had wanted her dead and knew exactly what he was doing had stabbed her quickly and neatly and walked calmly away, leaving her to fall to the ground and die.