"p.i.s.sed "cause he wasn"t getting the house. He told Avern what the deal was, to get his help, or he told this Lloyd and he told Avern."
Art squinted with a faint smile. "How"d you figure all that out?"
"Like laying bricks," Carl said.
"All this time," Art said, "I thought it was Connie had you acting weird."
Carl said, "Jesus Christ, don"t bring her up." He thought about the situation again before saying, "We put a gun to Avern"s head, he"ll think up another story and we might believe it. We can"t call Montez on it, we shoot him we don"t get paid." Carl said, "s.h.i.t, I think what we have to do is talk to this Lloyd."
Art waved to Geeja to come over.
Carl said, "How you figure the Mex was cut in six six pieces?" pieces?"
15.
DELSA BROUGHT JACKIE MICHAELS ALONG WITH an empty cardboard box to drive Kelly home, telling her, "Jackie can look through Chloe"s things, maybe see something I"d miss." He swapped handbags with her, giving Kelly the black Vuitton and taking Chloe"s brown one. Kelly didn"t say a word in the backseat of the car. They parked at the front entrance and went up to the loft. Delsa noticed the photos still on the kitchen counter. Jackie went into Chloe"s bedroom with the box. an empty cardboard box to drive Kelly home, telling her, "Jackie can look through Chloe"s things, maybe see something I"d miss." He swapped handbags with her, giving Kelly the black Vuitton and taking Chloe"s brown one. Kelly didn"t say a word in the backseat of the car. They parked at the front entrance and went up to the loft. Delsa noticed the photos still on the kitchen counter. Jackie went into Chloe"s bedroom with the box.
And now Kelly said, "Frank, would you help me off with my boots? I forgot when I put them on, you need a roommate to get them off." To Delsa they looked old and worn enough to slide off her feet. She sank into the sofa on her spine and told him to straddle the leg she extended, his back to her, and pushed against his rear end with the other foot as he pulled off a boot and then did it again. Kelly said, "You suppose cowboys help each other off with their boots-out on the lone prairie?"
Delsa tried to picture it and said, "Maybe some." He straightened feeling awkward and watched her pick up a book from the bamboo coffee table, what looked like an old book but still wearing a dust jacket.
"I want to read something to you, get your reaction."
She opened the book to a page with a corner turned down and leafed back a few pages.
"Here it is. The girl says, "If you want me to, I"ll love you. I know you better now.""
She looked up at him, Delsa in his duffle coat hanging open. "They"ve just met, but she knows about him. He"s a playwright with a recent opening in New York. What she"s saying is, if you want to get it on, let"s go. Have an affair in this small town in Vermont. And he says"-Kelly looking at the book again-""Don"t love me, Sheila. I can"t reciprocate.""
She looked up at him and Delsa said, "Yeah ...?"
"Would you want to see one of his plays?"
"When was the book written?"
"I checked after I read the line, 1967. Did people talk like that then?"
"I was a year old."
"In that situation would you say you can"t reciprocate?"
"What"s the situation? Do I like her?"
"You barely know her, but she"s attractive, easy to talk to, intelligent. She"s cool."
"Then I"d probably reciprocate," Delsa said, "before too long."
Kelly said, "Why not, uh?" She said, "How long have you been alone? I mean since your wife died?"
"A year in July."
"I remember you said you don"t have kids. What was her name, your wife?"
Where was she going with this?
He said, "Maureen."
"She have a job or was she a homemaker?"
"She was a cop," Delsa said. "She ran s.e.x Crimes."
Kelly said, "Wow," barely above a whisper.
"You want to know if I"m looking around?" Delsa said. "I thought I ought to wait at least a year."
Kelly said, "Why? Are you Sicilian?"
She didn"t smile. Still, he knew she was kidding. What she was saying was why wait.
Jackie came out of the bedroom with a copy of Playboy Playboy she handed to Delsa, open. "An interesting shot of the complainant. I put some things in the box, credit card bills, bank statements, a few letters that should give us next of kin. Why don"t you have a look in there. You can put the magazine in the box." she handed to Delsa, open. "An interesting shot of the complainant. I put some things in the box, credit card bills, bank statements, a few letters that should give us next of kin. Why don"t you have a look in there. You can put the magazine in the box."
Delsa walked off and Jackie stood looking around the loft. She wore a long black quilted coat and wished now she"d worn extensions, a bunch of dreadlocks to come on with a more fierce look.
"You have a killer pad here," Jackie said. "All this s.p.a.ce, you can have parties with live music, play touch football naked, do anything you want. You have a lot of parties?"
"Hardly ever," Kelly said, on her feet now.
"Like the quiet affairs better. Some friends you can be yourself with. Some exotic incense burning, a big pitcher of alexanders. You like gin or brandy in yours?"
"Gin."
"Montez over here much?"
Looking up at the ficus as she said it and hearing Kelly"s surprised voice say no. "Why would you think that?"
Looking at her now. "All the time you"ve known him?"
"I didn"t know him. I met him last night."
"You leave when he comes to see Chloe?"
"He was never here."
"Okay, but she must"ve talked about him, as roommates do, confide things? You know what I"m saying?"
Had her on the ropes. The girl frowning.
"You tell me he"s never been here," Jackie said, "we"ll be getting off to a bad start."
In the car driving back to 1300 Jackie said, "I thought I had her, but she stood up to me. Does not know Montez. Never saw him at the loft or before last night."
Delsa said, "You believe her?"
"I want to believe she"s got nothing to do with Mr. Montez Taylor."
"He makes her nervous."
"You know what I mean. The girl"s holding back. Tells us-maybe I should say admits admits Montez wants her to be Chloe." Montez wants her to be Chloe."
"Needs her to be Chloe," Delsa said. "Needs to use her, I"m pretty sure the old man left Chloe something on the side, not in his will, that Montez knows about. And he"s using Kelly to get his hands on it."
"Yeah, but you see where you"re going?" Jackie said. "It means Kelly knows about it, too, but hasn"t told anybody."
Delsa nodded looking straight ahead past the windshield wipers working at the Renaissance Center, seven hundred feet of gla.s.s standing against a sky full of sleet.
"She cops on Montez," Jackie said, "to get her name back. No harm done, it"s her word against his. He"s on the street and she can become Chloe again any time she wants. But this chick"s spotless. Looks like a movie star. Is she willing to commit fraud, risk going to jail? Risk her life life dealing with Montez? Frank, what"s her game? She has to make all kinds of money showing herself in her underwear. Is she crazy? If she"s only naive, that"s worse." dealing with Montez? Frank, what"s her game? She has to make all kinds of money showing herself in her underwear. Is she crazy? If she"s only naive, that"s worse."
Delsa said, "She hasn"t done anything yet."
"But thinking about it every minute. Watch her expression she doesn"t know you"re looking." Jackie said, "Yeah, like that would be a problem. You can"t keep your eyes off her."
They turned north on St. Antoine, toward the jails and the court and 1300.
She said, "Frank?"
Now she"d tell him to watch his step with Kelly, don"t get carried away and f.u.c.k up. He was sure of it.
"What?"
"I interviewed Uncle Lloyd."
Delsa put his mind back on the case. "Tony Jr. says Lloyd"s paid to see no evil."
"But he"s out of work now. I went after him hard-nosed," Jackie said. "I did learn the old man was giving Montez the house and then changed his mind. Montez, as you can imagine, had a fit. Lloyd seemed pleased to tell me this."
"But will he testify to it?"
"I doubt it. I"m gonna study Lloyd"s sheet and go see him again," Jackie said. "He offers me a drink this time I might take it."
They walked in the squad room and Richard Harris was on his feet telling them the inspector had stopped by to take a shot at Montez.
"Wendell got in his face saying the sooner he started talking the less time he"d do. I was surprised he threw the two white guys at him. You know, like we knew who they were and Montez, you could see, was becoming edgy. But he hung in, shaking his head, finally said that was it, he wanted his lawyer and was ready to call him. He took a card from his pocket and laid it on the desk. Avern Cohn. Wendell looked at it and said, "I thought Avern had been disbarred by now." He told Montez to go on home and think about doing time. He left and Wendell said, "That man"s so tightened up I doubt we could pound a peanut up his a.s.s with a jackhammer.""
Delsa said, "Avern Cohn ..."
"Wendell said he use to represent Montez before Tony Paradiso took him over. Hey, but wait." Harris got a wanted sheet from his desk and handed it to Delsa.
Delsa looked at it, at the mug shot of the wanted man, and smiled. He sat down at his desk, his coat still on, and called Jerome Juwan Jackson.
"Man, I need you to stop by the squad room."
"Man, my mother"s car ain"t running. Have to go look at it, see what"s wrong."
"Where"s your mom live? I"ll come by."
"But see," Jerome said, "I don"t know when exactly I"ll be there. Tomorrow"s Nash.e.l.le"s birthday, my girlfriend? I said I"d take her to the mall, she can pick out her present."
"Jerome," Delsa said, "let me read something to you. It"s a poster that says "WANTED" in big letters at the top. It describes the guy as a black male six-foot, two-ten, his hair in rows, beard with mustache-but it"s a s.h.i.tty beard, Jerome, bare spots in it. Name on the poster, Orlando Holmes."
"Yeah, you mentioned that one to me," Jerome said, "Orlando, with the dead Mexicans in his bas.e.m.e.nt."
"That"s right," Delsa said. "Then at the bottom of the sheet, Jerome, it says "REWARD $20,000" for information that leads to his arrest."
Jerome said, "How long you gonna be there?"
Forty minutes later Delsa was telling Jerome, sitting at the side of his desk, "Now is when you use your street connections. Ask around-who knows what happened to Orlando? Try to find his girlfriend Tenisha through her mother. I"ll get you her name and address. Get next to this lady if you can. I think she could help you out."
"What if I go to Orlando"s house and look around?"
"You could. We"ve been through it. The trouble is, I find a phone number and call it? You know what I get?"
""Orlando who?"" Jerome said. ""You mean the dude with the rows and the s.h.i.tty beard? Never heard of him.""
Delsa liked the way Jerome was showing his sense of humor, at ease in the squad room.
"What you do," Delsa said, "you find a number you call it, say you"ve been looking all over for Orlando. You have a deal going with him. Or, you say you want to know how he likes the Love Swing you gave him."
"Man, you crazy? Give him one of those? Get tangled up in it ..." He said, "That"s all I"m looking for, phone numbers?"
"Jerome," Delsa said, "a good investigator doesn"t know what he"s looking for till he sees it."
Jerome said, "A good investigator," nodding, going over the rest of it in his mind before he grinned and said, "Cool."
Delsa said, "Go to the scene during the day so you can see what you"re doing. The police tape"s gone, the woman next door moved out. Look on walls where there might"ve been a phone. On kitchen cabinets ... Start there and find out what you"re looking for."
Jerome held up the wanted poster. "Can I keep this?"