Deja Dead

Chapter 49

"I"m working on the Grace Damas murder investigation." I pulled out my ID and flashed it. "I need to ask you a few questions."

The man stared at me. In the back, a faucet went on, off.

"Are you the owner?"

Nod.

"Mr.?"



"Plevritis."

"Mr. Plevritis, Grace Damas worked here for a short time, did she not?"

"Who?"

"Grace Damas. Fellow parishioner at St. Demetrius? "

The scrawny arms folded across his chest. Nod.

"When was that?"

"About three, four years ago. I don"t know exactly. They come and go."

"Did she quit?"

"Without notice."

"Why was that?"

"h.e.l.l if I know. Everyone was doing it about then."

"Did she seem unhappy, upset, nervous?"

"What do I look like, Sigmund Freud?"

"Did she have any friends here, anyone she was particularly close to?"

His eyes lighted on mine and a smile teased the corners of his mouth. "Close?" he asked, his voice oily as Valvoline. I returned his gaze, unsmiling.

The smile disappeared and his eyes left mine to wander the room.

"It"s just me and my brother here. There"s no one to get close with." He drew the word out, like an adolescent with a dirty joke.

"Did she have any peculiar visitors, anyone who might have been ha.s.sling her?"

"Look, I gave her a job. I told her what to do and she did it. I didn"t keep track of her social life."

"I thought perhaps you might have noticed-"

"Grace was a good worker. I was mad as h.e.l.l when she quit. Everyone splitting at the same time really left me with my nuts in a vise, so I was p.i.s.sed. I admit it. But I don"t hold a grudge. Later, when I heard she was missing, at church, ya know, I thought she"d taken off. Didn"t really seem like her, but her old man can be pretty heavy sometimes. I"m sorry she got killed. But I really hardly remember her."

"What do you mean "heavy"?"

A blank expression crossed his face, like a sluice gate dropping. He lowered his eyes and scratched with his thumbnail at something on the counter. "You"ll have to talk to Nikos about that. That"s family."

I could see what Ryan meant. Now what? Visual aids. I reached in my purse and pulled out the picture of St. Jacques.

"Ever see this guy?"

Plevritis leaned forward to take it. "Who is he?"

"Neighbor of yours."

He studied the face. "Not exactly a prizewinning photo."

"It was taken by a video camera."

"So was the Zapruder film, but at least you could see something."

I wondered at his reference but said nothing. Spare me another conspiracy buff. Then I saw something cross his face, a subtle squint that puckered then flattened his lower lids.

"What?"

"Well . . ." He stared at the photo.

"Yes?"

"This guy looks a little like the other s.h.i.trag that bailed on me. But maybe that"s because you put me in mind of him with all your questions. h.e.l.l, I don"t know." He thrust the picture across the counter at me. "I gotta close up."

"Who? Who was that?"

"Look, it"s a lousy picture. Looks like a lot of guys with bad hair. Don"t mean nothing."

"What did you mean, someone else bailed on you? When?"

"That"s why I was so cheesed off about Grace. The guy I had before her quit without so much as a good-bye, then Grace takes a walk, then not long after that this other guy. He and Grace were part-timers, but they were the only help I had. My brother was down in the States and I was running this place all by myself that year."

"Who was he?"

"Fortier. Lemme think. Leo. Leo Fortier. I remember "cause I got a cousin named Leo."

"He worked here at the same time Grace Damas did?"

"Yeah. I hired him to replace the guy quit just before Grace started. I figured with two part-timers to split the hours, in case one didn"t come in, I"d only be short-handed half the day. Then they both left. Tabernac Tabernac, that was a mess. Fortier worked here maybe a year, year and a half, then just stopped coming. Never even turned in his keys. I had to start back at zero. I don"t want to go through that again."

"What can you tell me about him?"

"That"s an easy one. Nothing. He saw my sign, walked in off the street wanting to work part time. He fit in where I needed him, early morning to open, late night for closing and clean up, and he had experience cutting up meat. Turned out to be real good, actually. Anyway, I hired him. He had some other kind of job during the day. He seemed okay. Real quiet. Did his work, never opened his mouth. h.e.l.l, I never even knew where he lived."

"How did he and Grace get along."

"h.e.l.l if I know. He"d be gone when she came in, then he"d come back after she"d left for the day. I"m not sure they even knew each other."

"And you think the man in this picture looks like Fortier?"

"Him and every other guy with bad hair and an att.i.tude about it."

"Do you know where Fortier is now?"

He shook his head.

"You know anyone named St. Jacques?"

"Nope."

"Tanguay?"

"Sounds like a bronzer for queers."

My head was pounding and my throat was starting to scratch. I left my card.

38.

IARRIVED HOME TO FIND R RYAN FUMING ON MY DOORSTEP. HE WASTED no time. no time.

"I just can"t get through to you, can I? No one can. You"re like one of those Ghost Dance Indians. Dress the dress and dance the dance and you"re bulletproof."

His face was flushed, and I could see a tiny vessel throbbing in his temple. I thought it unwise to comment just yet.

"Whose car was it?"

"Neighbor."

"Do you find all this amusing, Brennan?"

I said nothing. The headache had spread from the back to encompa.s.s my entire cranium, and a dry cough told me my immune system was about to have callers.

"Is there anyone on this planet who can get through to you?"

"Would you like to come in for coffee?"

"What makes you think you can just sail off like that and leave everyone sucking wind? These guys don"t exactly live to be out here protecting your sorry a.s.s, Brennan. Why the h.e.l.l didn"t you call or page me?"

"I did."

"You couldn"t wait ten minutes?"

"I didn"t know where you were or how long it would be. I didn"t think I"d be gone long. h.e.l.l, I wasn"t."

"You could have left a message."

"I"d have left War and Peace War and Peace if I"d known you were going to overreact like this." Not quite true. I knew. if I"d known you were going to overreact like this." Not quite true. I knew.

"Overreact?" His voice went icy calm. "Let me review for you. Five, maybe seven women have been brutally murdered and mutilated in this town. The most recent was four weeks ago." He ticked points off on his fingers. "One of these women made a partial appearance in your garden. A nutcase had your picture in his spice collection. He"s gone missing. A loner who collects knives and p.o.r.nography, frequents hookers, and likes to slice and dice little animals dialed up your apartment. He"d been stalking your best friend. She is now dead. She was buried clutching a picture of you and your daughter. This loner has also gone missing."

A couple pa.s.sed on the sidewalk, dropping their eyes and quickening their pace, embarra.s.sed to witness a lovers" quarrel.

"Ryan, come inside. I"ll make coffee." My voice sounded raspy and speech was starting to hurt.

He raised a hand in exasperation, fingers splayed, then dropped it to his side. I returned the keys to my neighbor, thanked her for the use of her car, and let Ryan and myself into the apartment.

"Decaf or high test?"

Before he could answer his beeper sounded, causing us both to jump.

"Better go with decaf. You know where the phone is."

I listened, rattling cups and pretending not to.

"Ryan." Pause. "Yeah." Pause. "No s.h.i.t." Long pause. "When?" Pause. "Okay. Thanks. I"ll be right there."

He came to the kitchen door and stood there, his face tense. My temperature, blood pressure, and pulse all began to rise. Stay calm. I poured two cups of coffee, forcing my hand not to tremble. I waited for him to speak.

"They got him."

My hand froze, the pot suspended in midair.

"Tanguay?"

He nodded. I returned the pot to its warmer. Carefully. I took out milk, poured a dollop in my cup, offered some to Ryan. Carefully. He shook his head. I put the carton back in the refrigerator. Carefully. I took a sip. Okay. Speak.

"Tell me."

"Let"s sit."

We moved to the living room.

"They arrested him about two hours ago driving east on the 417. An SQ unit spotted the tag and pulled him.

"It"s Tanguay?"

"It"s Tanguay. Prints match."

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