you been doing that-house-sitting?"
"Off and on. The guy travels a lot."
"What"s he do?"
"He imports electronics and sells them over the Internet. Computers and
stereos, and stuff like that."
"So why don"t you just bunk in with him all the time and dump the apartment?"
"He"s got a girlfriend. She lives with him."
"She there now?"
"No. She travels with him."
"So, how about you, Gil? You seeing anybody?"
"No.
"No? You been separated for a while. A man has needs."
Liska made a sound of disgust. "Like you think a woman doesn"t?"
Kovac gave her a perturbed look. "Tinks, your needs are common
knowledge. Would you pretend for a minute you"re not liberated and go
get us some more water? It"s hotter than h.e.l.l in here."
"I don"t mind the heat," she said. "But the way you smell could turn the stomach of a sewer rat. Jeer, Sam."
"Just get the water."
He shrugged out of his suit jacket and let it fall inside out over the
back of his chair as Liska left grumbling. Vanlees watched her go, unhappy.
"Sorry about the stink," Kovac said. "You ever wanted to know what a
charred dead body smells like, now"s your chance. Breathe deep."
Vanlees just looked at him.
"So, you never answered my question, Gildo you pay for it? You like
hookers? You see a lot of them around where you work. Pay them enough, you can do what you like. Some of them will even let you knock "em around a little, if you"re into that. Tie them down, stuff like that."
"Detective Liska said you wanted to talk to me about Ms. Bondurant,"
Vanlees said stiffly. "I don"t know anything about those other murders."
Kovac paused, rolling up his shirtsleeves and gave him the cop stare.
"But you know something about Jillian"s murder?"
"No! That"s not what I meant."
"What do you know about Jillian, Gil?"
"Just how she was around the Edgewater, that"s all. My take on her.
Like that."
Kovac nodded and sat back. "So how was she? She ever come on to you?"
"No! She mostly kept her head down, didn"t talk much."
"She didn"t talk to anyone or she didn"t talk to you? Maybe she didn"t like the way you watched her, Gil," he said, poking once again at the sore spot.
Sweat beaded on Vanlees"s forehead. "I didn"t watch her."
"Did you flirt with her? Come on to her?"
"No.
"You had a key to her place. You ever go in there when she wasn"t
around?"
"No!" The denial did not come with eye contact.
Kovac: went for another of Quinn"s hunches. "Ever dig through her panty
drawer, maybe take a souvenir?"
"No!" Vanlees shoved his chair back from the table and got to his feet.
"I don"t like this. I came in here to help you. You shouldn"t treat me
like this."
"So help me, Gil," Kovac said with a nonchalant shrug. "Give me something I can use. You ever see a boyfriend hanging around her place?"
"No. Just that friend of hers-Michele. And her father. He came over
sometimes. He owns her place, you know."
"Yeah, I I suppose. The guy"s as rich as Rockefeller. You ever think maybe this deal with Jillian was a kidnapping? Someone wanting to tap in
to the father lode, so to speak? You ever see any suspicious characters hanging around, scoping out the place?"
"No."
"And you"ve been hanging around enough to notice, isn"t that right?"
"I work there."
"Not exactly, but what the hay-saying so gives you just cause to be
there, check out the various apartments, maybe do a little lingerie shopping."
Purple in the face, Vanlees declared, "I"m leaving now."
"But we"ve barely started," Kovac protested.
The door swung open again and Liska came in with the water.
Quinn held the door and came in behind her. In contrast to Kovac, he looked crisp and fresh except for the dark circles under his eyes and the lines etched deep beside them. His face was a hard, emotionless mask. He took a paper cup from Liska, filled it with water, and drank it down slowly before he said a word. Vanlees"s gaze was on him the whole time.
"Mr. Vanlees, John Quinn, FBI," he said, holding out his hand.
Vanlees was quick to accept the gesture. His hand was wide and clammy with stubby fingers. "I"ve read about you. It"s an honor to meet you."
He took his seat again as Quinn went to the chair directly across from
him. Quinn slipped his dark suit jacket off and hung it neatly on the back of the chair. He smoothed his gray silk tie as he sat down.
"You know a little about me, do you, Mr. Vanlees?"
"Yeah. Some."
"Then you probably have some idea how my mind works," Quinn said. "You
probably know what conclusion I might draw looking at the history of a man who wanted to be a cop but couldn"t cut it, a man with a history of window peeping and fetish burglary-" Vanlees"s face dropped. "I"m not-I didn"t-" Liska picked up the Polaroid camera sitting on the table and quickly took his picture.
Vanlees jumped as the flash went off. "Hey!"
"A man whose wife has evicted him and criticizes his s.e.xual abilities,"
Quinn went on.
"What? She said what?" Vanlees sputtered. His expression now was a mix