She came to the counter to look at herself, leaning in on her arms to study the proof sheet.
She heard him say, "Your gla.s.ses are in your bag. You don"t need them?"
She straightened and turned to him.
"You figured it out."
"Even without the gla.s.ses."
"You saw her in the chair, her skirt up. You look at these shots ..."
"And I know Chloe doesn"t model swimming suits," Delsa said.
"Yesterday we happened to be looking at this catalog and she said, "If you want to know why I never wear a thong, ask Mr. Paradise." You know what she meant?"
"He didn"t go for the Hitler look," Delsa said. "Just an old-fashioned guy. Are you gonna tell me who you are?"
"You already know."
"I"d like to hear you say it."
She shrugged in her cinnamon coat.
"Okay, I"m Kelly Barr. Now what?"
He told her she had gone through enough for one day. He"d pick her up in the morning and take her statement at 1300, police headquarters.
She didn"t like the sound of that. Take her statement? She said did he mean, like, what she was doing when it happened? He said, from the time she arrived at the house. Okay? He hadn"t taken his coat off, he was ready to go ...
Later, it reminded her of the thing Peter Falk used to do playing Columbo. Gets to the door and turns with one more question.
Delsa was still at the counter fastening his toggles. He said, "The main thing we"ll get into, why you wanted us to think you"re Chloe."
She knew it was coming and had to say something because he was looking at her, waiting. She had to give him an answer and had made up her mind to tell the truth. Up to a point.
"Montez threatened me. He said I had to do it if I wanted to stay alive."
"What was his reason?"
"He didn"t tell me."
"All that time you were together-you didn"t ask him why?"
"Of course I did. He still wouldn"t tell me."
"Have you thought about it since?"
"Have I thought thought about it-all I keep thinking, I never should"ve been there in the first place." about it-all I keep thinking, I never should"ve been there in the first place."
"Chloe asked you to come and you couldn"t say no?"
"She talked me into it. Help her out with the f.u.c.king cheerleading because the old man loved it."
"Were Chloe and Montez friends?"
"She said they got along okay."
"They have something going?"
"No. She would"ve told me."
"You were close? You confide in each other?"
"We were good friends."
"But she was a prost.i.tute."
"She gave it up for Mr. Paradise."
"There was a time before that-"
"She never brought them home. She told really funny stories about weird things that guys liked. I asked if she ever beat them. She said, "Hon, I even pee on some."" Kelly picked up her pace saying, "We met doing a runway show for Saks. I"d see her at studios-photographers loved her hands-or we"d meet for a drink. We laughed a lot and she invited me to move in." Kelly took hold of Delsa"s dark eyes saying, "She got tired of f.u.c.king strangers, especially the regulars. Mr. Paradise made her an offer and she quit being a ho."
This time he did smile, though she didn"t.
Smiled and let it fade and said, "How"d you happen to be upstairs with Montez?"
She told about the old man flipping the coin. "To share his ladies with Montez-his exact words-and not play favorites."
"He thought you were a hooker. Did you tell him you weren"t?"
"I didn"t want to start anything with the old man, Chloe in the middle. I"d go upstairs with Montez, and as soon as he had his pants off, I"d run. Out of the house."
"What about Chloe?"
"She"s okay. It"s her boyfriend"s party."
"What"d Montez say?"
"Upstairs?"
"Before, when you got him."
"He got me me. Took me upstairs by the arm."
"What"d you do then?"
"I smoked a cigarette and went to the bathroom."
"Did you talk?"
"Nothing that I remember."
"He take his pants off, undress?"
"I came out of the bathroom and that"s when we heard the shots. Two and then two more."
"They all sound the same?"
"I think so."
"What"d Montez do?"
"Ran out of the room. I put on my coat, picked up Chloe"s and started down the hall. He was at the top of the stairs, so I hung back, I didn"t want him to see me."
"Why not?"
"I wanted to leave, not be involved."
"You knew they were dead?"
"No. It was like I knew it without actually knowing it. All I wanted to do was leave, get out."
"You said not get involved."
"With the police, as a witness."
"Don"t you want to help us?"
"Of course, yeah, now. But when it was happening, no. I wanted to go home. home."
"You say Montez was at the top of the stairs. What did he do then?"
"He went down to the first floor."
"How? I mean, was he cautious after hearing the shots? Not knowing who was in the house?"
"He ran down the stairs."
"He call out anything, a name?"
Kelly shook her head. "I went to the railing and looked down. He wasn"t in the foyer."
"You hear anything?"
"I might"ve heard voices, but I"m not sure. I thought about running out of the house."
"What stopped you?"
"I didn"t have my bag, G.o.dd.a.m.n it. I forgot it."
"Why didn"t you get it?"
"I heard voices and looked down. Two men I"d never seen before, in dark coats and baseball caps, were in the foyer."
"White or black?"
"White. Not young, not old, both average height-it was hard to tell looking down at them. One was heavyset. He had a gun in his hand, like an automatic. The other one was holding a bottle of vodka."
"What kind?"
"Christiania, what the old man was drinking."
"And you and Chloe had alexanders," Frank said. "How"re you feeling?"
"I"m worn out."
"Starting to droop a little. What"d the two guys do?"
"They left, out the front."
"Was the gla.s.s in the door already broken?"
It surprised her. "No, they did it when they were outside, smashed it with something. I suppose so you"d think that"s how they came in."
"How did they?"
"I have no idea. Unless they broke in."
"Or the door was unlocked," Delsa said. "The two guys are in the foyer, where was Montez?"
"I don"t know."
"You didn"t see him with the two guys or hear them talking?"
"They left and a few minutes later he came upstairs. He could"ve been hiding-I don"t know."
"Didn"t you say anything?"
"I asked him what happened, if he saw the two guys. But he didn"t say a word until he took me downstairs. In the living room he said, "You know what you"re gonna see. They"re both dead, Mr. Paradise and your friend Kelly." I thought he had us mixed up. I said I"m Kelly, and he said, "Uh-unh, you"re Chloe.""
"Then what?"
"He made me look at the bodies."