"It"s yours," Delsa said.
Jerome looked from the poster to Delsa.
"Can police collect on this, they catch Orlando?"
Delsa shook his head.
"No, we"re paid to do our job. Rewards, Jerome, are compensation only for concerned citizens, like yourself."
Jerome said, "Uh-huh."
He took his coat off, hung it on the rack, came back to his desk and phoned Kelly Barr.
"How"re you doing?"
"The phone rings and I jump."
"We"d like you to come in tomorrow for a few more questions. It won"t take long, I can pick you up and drive you home right after."
"So you"re not arresting me."
"For what?"
"I was kidding."
"Yeah, but what were you thinking when you said it?"
"You want to grill me on the phone?"
"We"ll save it for tomorrow," Delsa said. "Unless I can pick you up right now. What time is it?" He looked at his watch. "Almost six."
Kelly said, "Why don"t we do it here?"
"I can wait."
"You asked me what I was thinking. You"re dying to know, but you can wait?"
"Will you tell me?"
"By tomorrow I might"ve forgotten. Frank, I"m sitting here by myself scared to death not knowing what"s gonna happen."
He said, "All right, I"ll be over," not giving himself a chance to think about it.
She said, "I"ll answer your questions, but can"t we kick back a little, not be so formal about it?"
Delsa said, "This is serious, Kelly, and you"re a witness," hearing his serious tone, always serious, so he"d keep looking at her as a witness. But he wasn"t himself, only a cop asking her questions. He said, "I can come now if you want."
She said, "Make it seven-thirty. I have to shower, straighten the place up, put the right music on-"
He said, "Kelly ...?"
She said, "See you, Frank," and hung up.
An hour and a half before he"d see her again after staring at her in the squad room this morning smoking her Slim, after sticking his b.u.t.t in her face to pull off her boots and answering her question about reciprocating, staring at her and wanting to touch her face. He could miss Maureen, feel love, sorrow, and he could stare at a woman sometimes and wonder about her, not many, not any the way he stared at Kelly Barr and wanted to touch her. Touch her Touch her-Christ, eat her up. He had refused to admit it this morning and this afternoon, but now, hearing her voice in his mind, See you, Frank See you, Frank, he had to tell himself, You"re f.u.c.ked, you know it?
Nothing he could do about it. He wanted to be at ease with her, but she could be involved in the case and he didn"t want to find it out unless she told him.
Maureen in the hospital said she knew he"d marry again, saying, as he shook his head, "You know you will, you like girls. You know how to talk to them. You like to flirt. I know you do, you can"t help it." He told Maureen, swear to G.o.d, he had never cheated on her, not even thought about it in the nine years. She said, ""Cause you know I"d shoot her, the c.u.n.t, whoever she is." Maureen said, "You like being married. You"ll do it again and I"ll take it as a compliment, I made you happy." She said, "But go slow, see if you can talk first. There"s a lot more talking in a marriage than s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g." She said, "You know why girls like you? You"re gentle. They like the way you smile with your Al Pacino eyes. It"s okay if she"s a little smarter than you are. It didn"t hurt our marriage. If she"s a brain she wouldn"t marry a cop anyway." He wondered what Maureen would"ve thought of Kelly. Maureen, with her s.e.x Crimes experience, had interviewed hundreds of rape victims, real ones and phonies, Maureen with her critical eye. She"d like Kelly but would find fault, pick at some mannerism, think she was a bit theatrical, low-key but still acting.
Now he was blaming Maureen for what he felt.
He thought of Jackie saying she was going to talk to Lloyd again. Maybe let down her dreads this time, have a drink if he offered her one, see if that worked.
Delsa was leaning that way now.
16.
SHE HAD THE TRACK LIGHTING SET MEDIUM-LOW for mellow, Sade on the sound system doing "Smooth Operator" at the moment with Lauryn Hill standing by, Missy Elliott and her jungle hi-tech ready to b.u.mp up the mood if needed. He came at twenty to eight wearing the same outfit he"d had on earlier today, the dark turtleneck and duffle coat that made him look like a seaman. He"d shaved. The lotion wasn"t bad. She told him he"d look salty with a beard, saying her dad had grown one in the navy and she had pictures of him she loved. He told her it was still cold out, wiping his feet on the Oriental inside the door. He said it was supposed to go down below freezing tonight and tomorrow afternoon it could be fifty degrees. Why does anyone want to live in Detroit? for mellow, Sade on the sound system doing "Smooth Operator" at the moment with Lauryn Hill standing by, Missy Elliott and her jungle hi-tech ready to b.u.mp up the mood if needed. He came at twenty to eight wearing the same outfit he"d had on earlier today, the dark turtleneck and duffle coat that made him look like a seaman. He"d shaved. The lotion wasn"t bad. She told him he"d look salty with a beard, saying her dad had grown one in the navy and she had pictures of him she loved. He told her it was still cold out, wiping his feet on the Oriental inside the door. He said it was supposed to go down below freezing tonight and tomorrow afternoon it could be fifty degrees. Why does anyone want to live in Detroit?
She said, "Why do you?"
He said when he was away for a while he was always glad to get back.
"And you don"t know why," Kelly said.
She helped him off with his coat, smelling his aftershave again, hung the coat in the hall closet and brought him into the loft the black woman cop, Jackie, said you could play touch football in naked if you wanted. Now he was taking it all in, the lighting, Sade"s soothing voice, the crystal pitcher of alexanders on the coffee table. She said, "Don"t be nervous, Frank, I"m not trying to seduce you."
"You mean it"s always like this?"
"Pretty much."
"Two gla.s.ses on the table?"
She said, "Come on," and steered him to the sofa, got him into the deep cushions that were hard to get out of, poured alexanders into the stem gla.s.ses and placed one in front of him on the gla.s.s top of the bamboo coffee table. Kelly, standing on the other side now, raised her gla.s.s. She said, "Here"s to your getting the bad guys," and watched him look up at her. Reading something into her toast? Maybe. He took a sip of his drink, then another that almost finished it.
He looked up at her again and said, "That"s not bad."
She topped off his gla.s.s, feeling him watching her. He asked her what she did when she wasn"t modeling. She straightened and looked down at him trapped in the ochre-colored cushions.
"I like to go to clubs and wave my arms in the air, thrash around, get down with the beat. I think there"s more energy in it here than in New York, a working-cla.s.s audience getting their release. You know what I mean? I"ve seen Eminem at the Shelter, in the bas.e.m.e.nt of St. Andrews? Iggy at the Palace, back with the Stooges. Hush, white hip-hoppers, and the Almighty Dreadnaughtz at Alvin"s. Karen Monster, a cool chick, the Dirt Bombs, they"re high-speed Detroit punk. The Howling Diablos any Sunday out in Berkley. There"s a new band called the Go, kind of glam but they"re okay. Aerosmith I love, they keep coming back to town. I was never a groupie," Kelly said, "but I"ve always sort of envied those chicks, they"re so aggressive."
"I worked security at concerts," Delsa said, "a long time ago, on the side. A girl would come up to me, "I"ll show you my t.i.ts if you let me go around back." You know, to meet the band. This was at Pine k.n.o.b."
"Would you let her?"
"If she was nice about it, didn"t start pleading and carrying on."
"She"d show you her ta-tas?"
"I"d say it wasn"t necessary, knowing she would anyway, to show her grat.i.tude."
Kelly saw his smile, there and gone.
And now he was telling her that Montez Taylor, seventeen years old, "Was convicted of aggravated a.s.sault and sentenced as an adult to two years at Jackson and it changed his life. Montez got connected and came out to deal drugs. Now he"s a baller, a ghetto star, still in his teens making six figures. Has the strut, his bling bling, has his girls iced up, big spinning rims on his car, a heavy ba.s.s in his sound box. Montez is now called Chops. He has the chops to do what he wants. He also has a criminal lawyer now who knows his stuff, a Clinton Street dealmaker, and Montez draws probation for giving them this and that instead of taking serious falls."
"Mr. Paradise," Kelly said.
"No, another lawyer before him, Avern Cohn. Montez was brought up on a.s.sault to do great bodily harm, was severely beaten by the cops, and now both Avern Cohn and Tony Paradiso want to represent him, seeing a chance to bring suit against the police. Old Tony had the reputation for winning this kind of civil action, so Montez went with him. Tony got Montez off on the a.s.sault but didn"t make it suing the cops."
Kelly was nodding. "Montez said the old man put a suit on him and made him his monkey. Yeah, I can see now what he meant."
"That"s high disrespect," Delsa said, "for a guy they called Chops. Tony Jr. says the old man referred to Montez as his pet n.i.g.g.e.r. Have you met him, Tony Jr.?"
"No, and from what Chloe said I hope I don"t."
"What, that he"s a p.r.i.c.k?"
"Her exact word."
"Everybody calls him that. But you don"t suppose she did because he kept her out of Tony"s will. You mentioned that last night. But if the old man wanted to leave her something, don"t you think he"d find a way?"
Kelly felt exposed standing in front of him. She sat down on the edge of the sofa, a cushion between them. She took a sip of her drink, and another and said, "I thought we were talking about Montez."
"We are," Delsa said. "What it comes down to, Montez knows what Chloe was getting and he wants it."
He was waiting for her to say something. Kelly shrugged and sat back in the cushions. "You think so?"
"The other night," Delsa said, "Jackie Michaels and I followed a trail of blood, like arrows, from a murdered woman in a stairwell to the man who killed her, sitting in his hotel room. Jackie said, "Do you thank G.o.d like I do they"re stupid, or stoned or generally f.u.c.ked up?" Here, the arrows were pointing to Montez even before he opened his mouth and said you were Chloe. He"s a bad guy and he has a motive, the old man dies and he cashes in. He"s not in the will, neither is Chloe, but he knows she"s getting something something. I think what happened," Delsa said, "he had to change his plan in a hurry. You said he didn"t know you were coming and it upset him. He tried to make a phone call. I asked you if he spoke to anyone. Have you thought about that, how he acted? Your being there blew his plan. The two white motherf.u.c.kers show up and there"s company."
"But you had to let him go," Kelly said.
"The focus is still on him, you know that. He told you what she"s getting, didn"t he? He must have if you"re playing a part in it. He tells you his plan inspired by desperation and you look at it thinking, Hmmmm, could it work? Who"s out anything? Not Chloe or the old man. But if you go along with him you"d be dumber than he is, because you know he"d have to kill you. Just like the two guys had to do Chloe, because she was there."
Kelly leaned forward to pick up her gla.s.s and have a good sip from it, Sade"s voice murmuring in the quiet, and sat back again before she said, "Chloe thought it might be an insurance policy, in her name."
"There"s nothing like that," Delsa said, "in the old man"s files."
"I think it might be stock," Kelly said. Hung that out to see what he"d say and took another sip, her confidence in pretty good shape.
"But if it"s in her name," Delsa said, "she"d know what it is, she"d get a statement every month."
"I know about statements," Kelly said, "I was wiped out holding dot-com stocks three years ago. Chloe never got statements. But if it"s a stock certificate certificate, something the old man bought a long time ago and signed over to her, she wouldn"t get statements."
"And he didn"t give her the certificate."
"If that"s what it is. I guess what I"m saying, I don"t know what else it could be." She let that hang for a moment before she said, "But I might know where it is."
She placed her gla.s.s on the bamboo table, picked up her pack of Virginia Slims and lit one.
Delsa said, "You gonna tell me about it?"
"In a bank deposit box."
"Where?"
"Chloe didn"t say."
"It"s in her name?"
Kelly shook her head. "Montez Taylor."
Delsa took a 120 from the pack. Kelly extended her lighter and flicked it.
"Montez gets the certificate out of the bank box," Delsa said, "and brings it to you."
She sipped her drink and poured a little more, giving herself time to come up with a reason. She said, "I think the old man wanted this to be a surprise for Chloe and told Montez to give her whatever"s in the box."
Delsa said, "You just thought of that?"
Kelly said, "Somebody has to get it out of the box. I know Chloe didn"t have a key. The old man"s dead ..."
"So is Chloe," Delsa said. "So now Montez gets the stock certificate-"
"Or whatever it is."
"And brings it to you. You cash it in or sell it, do whatever you do, acting as Chloe, signing her name, and you give him the money. Unless you think you can get away with not giving him the money. In that case he shoots you or has the two white motherf.u.c.kers do it." He paused, said, "I bet you could pick them out of a lineup," paused again and said, "and I bet these guys are deer hunters."
Kelly, listening, going along, said, "Why?"
"The way you described them. I see the two guys in the woods with rifles, red jackets and the baseball caps. The kind of guys who walk off the job during deer season. You said they looked like workingmen."
Kelly nodded.
So did Delsa saying, "That"s how I see them. Tigers fans, or they just like the caps. They wear them straight, don"t they, not turned around."
Kelly nodded again. This was good.
"They might not follow the Tigers, the way they"ve been playing, but they"re definitely hockey fans and follow the Wings, "cause the Wings know how to win. Till last year. I could go to Joe Louis tonight, Toronto"s in town, and look for two guys in Tigers road caps with the orange D and pick "em up."
"You"re kidding."