"You hear any of that?"
"Not a word."
"You never hear anything, you never talk about what you don"t hear, either, do you?"
Lloyd said, "All you got on your plate, you want to worry about me?"
21.
DELSA AND HARRIS PICKED UP A WARRANT AT Thirty-sixth District Court that would allow them to enter Carl Fontana"s residence, then waited for Jackie to come out of a pretrial exam. In the car Jackie couldn"t get over the defense lawyer describing Ardis Nichols, the defendant, as this sweet guy who loved Snowflake, the hooker who lived upstairs and had died of blunt-force injuries, hit repeatedly with a piece of pipe. "You know why I didn"t believe Ardis?" Jackie said. "I"m talking to him in the bas.e.m.e.nt where he lives. Has his TV, his medicine and s.h.i.t on a little table by his bed, his clothes hanging from pipes. Ardis"s wearing a wife beater like Kid Rock. We"re talking, I notice a huge rat lying on the floor by the furnace. I say to Ardis, "Isn"t that a rat over there?" He says no, it ain"t a rat. I say yes, it is, it"s a huge f.u.c.kin rat. He walks over and steps on the rat and you hear like air come out of it. See, what he might"ve meant was no, it wasn"t a Thirty-sixth District Court that would allow them to enter Carl Fontana"s residence, then waited for Jackie to come out of a pretrial exam. In the car Jackie couldn"t get over the defense lawyer describing Ardis Nichols, the defendant, as this sweet guy who loved Snowflake, the hooker who lived upstairs and had died of blunt-force injuries, hit repeatedly with a piece of pipe. "You know why I didn"t believe Ardis?" Jackie said. "I"m talking to him in the bas.e.m.e.nt where he lives. Has his TV, his medicine and s.h.i.t on a little table by his bed, his clothes hanging from pipes. Ardis"s wearing a wife beater like Kid Rock. We"re talking, I notice a huge rat lying on the floor by the furnace. I say to Ardis, "Isn"t that a rat over there?" He says no, it ain"t a rat. I say yes, it is, it"s a huge f.u.c.kin rat. He walks over and steps on the rat and you hear like air come out of it. See, what he might"ve meant was no, it wasn"t a live live rat. But the man had lost his credibility with me saying no, it wasn"t a rat." rat. But the man had lost his credibility with me saying no, it wasn"t a rat."
Delsa said, "Just having a rat in his room."
"That was enough," Jackie said.
"Is he going to trial?"
""Less they agree on a deal."
"There you are," Delsa said.
They took the Fisher west-Manny Reyes and Violent Crimes behind them-and found the house on Cadet, a few blocks beyond Holy Redeemer, a frame house with green paint fading, eight steps to the porch, Manny and his guys going around back.
The door opened and here was Connie Fontana in a housecoat in the afternoon, a big redheaded woman scowling at them, TV voices coming from the living room.
Jackie said, "Mrs. Fontana ...?" pausing in case it wasn"t. "Is your husband at home? We"d like to speak to him."
Connie said, "What about?"
"It"s a police matter," Delsa said. They all had badges showing. "Is Carl home?"
The woman"s hair was big and, Delsa thought, involved. He couldn"t understand the reason for it. She shook her head and her hair seemed to sparkle.
She said he wasn"t there. Delsa asked if she knew where he was and Connie said, "Who knows where that s.h.i.tbird is. What"d he do now?"
"We"d like to come in if it"s okay," Jackie said, pushing the door, forcing Connie to step back, Delsa and Harris following as Jackie said, "Thank you," to Connie and kept going, through the living room-past Dr. Phil on TV saying, "Does that make you feel good? Talking to your sister that way?"-and down a narrow hall to the kitchen. Delsa could see her unlocking the back door and Manny and Violent Crimes coming in, three of them, wearing vests under their jackets. They came through to the stairway with Glocks and a shotgun. Delsa nodded and they went up the stairs.
"Jesus Christ," Connie said, "what in the world did he do? He got in another fight, didn"t he?"
Dr. Phil was saying, "You mean this whole thing is about her nose nose?"
As Connie was saying, "It"s his buddy gets in the fights with his ugly mouth. He"s an ugly man, his whole disposition. He"s always looking to be insulted. Carl tries to stop the fight and he gets in it. He"s short, but, boy, is he sc.r.a.ppy. It"s been a while-I"m surprised he"s fighting again."
Delsa was trying to follow Connie and Dr. Phil at the same time. It seemed the girl with their dad"s nose, it was a honker, was jealous of her sister who had their mother"s cute nose. He said to Connie, "It"s not about a fight. What"s his friend"s name?"
"Gene Krupa."
"Wasn"t he a drummer?"
"I mean Art Krupa. He thinks he"s hot s.h.i.t "cause he use to be with the Detroit Mafia."
"They hang out together?"
"Carl spends more time over there, at Art"s, than he does here. I told him, you don"t come home, I ain"t cooking for you no more."
The TV audience was applauding Dr. Phil as the Violent Crimes guys came down the stairs, Manny shaking his head, and went out the front.
Delsa said to Connie, "Can you tell me where this Art Krupa lives?"
"Hamtramck. I think on Yemans."
"What"s Carl do for a living?"
"Lays bricks. Does pretty good, too."
"This time of year?"
"He started before it turned cold and snowed."
"When"s the last time you saw him?"
"Yesterday he come by, brought me a fifth of vodka, real expensive stuff. I said Jesus Christ, you could"ve bought me two gallons of Popov for what you paid for it."
Delsa looked past Connie to see Jackie coming out of the hall. She held an empty Christiania bottle by one finger in the neck. Now Connie glanced around. She said, "What"re you doing with that?" her voice rising. "There was still some in in there." there."
The poor woman sounding desperate.
"No, I put it in a gla.s.s," Jackie said. "I saw this beautiful bottle-you mind if I take it?"
Delsa said, "She collects bottles, ones with unusual designs on them." He handed Connie one of his cards. "If you hear from Carl, would you mind giving me a call? I"d appreciate it." He put his hand on hers as she took the card and looked down to read it. "I"m Frank Delsa."
"She could"ve asked me first," Connie said.
Delsa patted her hand and said it was nice talking to her.
Manny was outside by the cars.
Walking up to him Delsa said, "Anything good?"
"Here," Manny said, handing Delsa a leather-bound address book, a small one. "Guy lives like a f.u.c.kin monk."
"He"s never there," Delsa said, skimming through the book, stopping now and then.
"No guns, but a box of forty caliber."
"Here"s Art Krupa"s number, and address."
"I"ll call the Fourth," Manny said. "Get the precinct to watch the house till we put a crew on it."
"And Avern Cohn"s number," Delsa said.
They parked down the street from where Art Krupa was living on Yemans in a neat little two-story house on a thirty-foot lot, no driveway, green and white metal awnings over the windows, a statue of the Virgin Mary holding a dish, a birdbath, in the front yard.
"This Art Krupa," Jackie said, "what"s he, a religious. .h.i.t man?"
She called Communications and had the address checked. It was listed in the name of a Virginia Novak. Jackie called the house and asked for Art. She was told he wasn"t home.
"Is this Virginia?"
The woman said, "Yes, it is," in a tiny voice.
"Can you help me out, Virginia? Tell me where I can get in touch with Art?"
"Who is this calling, please?"
"I"m in his lawyer"s office," Jackie said. "Will Art be back soon?"
"I have no way of knowing," Virginia said. "I"m sorry."
Jackie told her she"d try again later and said to Harris, behind the wheel of the Lumina, and Delsa in back, "The Blessed Virgin must belong to her. She sounds like a timid little thing."
"Live with a man shoots people," Harris said, "I would be, too." He turned his head toward Delsa. "How long you want to wait?"
"We"re here," Delsa said, "we might as well hang for a while."
"Art could be in the house," Jackie said. "Carl, too."
"Let"s wait and see if anything happens," Delsa said. He got out his cell to call Kelly, anxious to hear her voice.
She said, "I"ve been trying to get you."
"I felt my phone vibrate, but couldn"t answer. We"re on a stakeout, looking for the shooters."
"You know who they are?"
"We"re pretty sure. How"d you do?"
He didn"t care if Jackie and Harris listened.
"I told you it was a fitting? At Saks. They"ve already shown the collection a few times, so they have to make adjustments, make sure they have all the b.u.t.tons and the zippers work. We have to try on shoes and boots-they bring dozens of eights, nines and tens. I"m usually a nine." Kelly talking fast. "A rep for the collection was there, and thirty girls for twenty spots, all from Detroit. Sometimes, if the rep wants a certain type, like a predominant hair color, he might bring a girl or two from New York. It"s Chanel"s Fall Collection. They decide who wears what for about eighty different looks coming down the runway-and that"s in just twenty-five minutes-so most of the girls will have four changes. I"ll have five tomorrow."
Delsa said, "Yeah?"
"You know why?"
"Why?"
"I look great in Chanel."
"Is that right?"
"My favorite that I wear in the show, I think of as kind of a biker look, a nubby burgundy suit that barely covers my b.u.t.t, silver chains around my neck and my hips and these cool velvety boots. My Harley look, I think it"ll stop the show. They"ll start with suits and dresses, get the audience sitting up, and then swing into activewear, ski and apres-ski this year. They"ll show little black dresses for the c.o.c.ktail look, and finish big with evening wear, opulent dresses. That"s four or five segments, with different lighting and music for different moods."
"Do you walk funny?"
"Do the crossover? That keeps you walking straight, but I just walk. I hear the beat and I"m on it, I just try to act natural. If you"re in the audience I"ll find you and give you a smile. People will look around at you, wondering who you are, if you"re my lover."
He said, "Yeah, right."
And heard Jackie say to Harris, "You hear him, the conversationalist?"
"I"ll call you later."
She said, "I"m going out tonight."
It stopped him. He didn"t know what to say.
"I"ve got a date. But if your pants vibrate, Frank, pick up. I might have to call you."
For the next ten or fifteen minutes he wondered what she meant-she might have to call him. He had always pictured her alone. He had to stop and realize she knew people, she had friends, a life he knew very little about. He wondered if she meant she had a real date, some guy had called her, asked her to go out. Not the guy she"d called a mama"s boy who left his clothes lying around. He wondered if she had lived with him. He could ask her if she was a prost.i.tute, but not if she had lived with the guy who left his clothes lying around. Why would she need him if she was on a date with someone she knew? No, what she said was, "I might have to call you."
His phone rang. It was Jerome.
"I"m waiting to be picked up. We going to Pontiac, gonna check out a place Tenisha"s mom told us he might be at. I get close enough and see Orlando"s there, I"ll call you. I been trying two hours to get hold of you, man."
Delsa said, "Who"s we we?"
"I didn"t tell you? s.h.i.t, I got two policemen working with me case it gets rough on the street. They say they been away, on vacation. Come back, they waiting to be put to work. Couple of middle-aged detectives, out of shape."
"They show you their badges?"
"Didn"t have to. They got cop written all over "em. Know what I"m saying? The way they dress, the way they talk. But, man, they ask a question they get an answer. The one puts his piece in Jo-Jo"s face?"
Delsa stopped him. "These guys are armed? What kind of guns?"
"Nines, like Berettas. The one ask this dude Jo-Jo where"s Orlando at? The dude say he don"t know and the one busts a cap next to the dude"s ear, bam bam, the dude screams but can"t hear hisself."
"They"re not cops," Delsa said. "Jerome, these guys"re gonna get you in trouble. Get away from them."
"Jo-Jo say he thinks Orlando went to Mississippi, someplace down there. Was Tenisha"s mama gave us the dude. The woman is hot for her age, man, going on to be forty. I feel myself starting to crave her panties."