Part 6 (1/2)
”Did you touch the bodies?”
”I'll tell you something,” Montez said, ”I almost did. Not the bodies, I almost pulled the little girl's skirt down, but caught myself in time, or I'd be tampering, wouldn't I?”
”You didn't check to see if they're alive?”
”Man, look at them. That's how they been, like they'd bled out. I made the call.” He stopped. ”No, I'm about to, I see Chloe's come downstairs. She looks at these two and I see she's about to freak on me. She start screaming-I told her go on back upstairs.”
”Why?”
”So I could think straight to make the call. I took her back upstairs first and then called.”
”She quiet down?”
”I gave her something.”
Delsa said, ”Yeah ...?”
”One of my duties,” Montez said, ”I change the water in Mr. Paradise's bong, check to see there's dank, just street stuff, no crypto or wacky s.h.i.+t, you know, that might hurt him. For when the man wants to relax. I get the bong and give it to the girl, Chloe. I tell her, 'Put your mouth on this, it'll ease you down.'”
Delsa said, ”I was talking to a guy today they call Three-J, lives out in the Ninth. Three-J witnessed a shooting, a fatal he didn't want to tell me about. He sees I know he was there, so he goes, 'Okay, I'm gonna be honest with you. I was smoking blunts all day and wasn't paying attention to anything.' You see what he's doing? Pleads to a misdemeanor he knows I don't give a s.h.i.+t about, to get out of telling me who the shooter was.”
”You think it's why I mention the bong?”
”It's like that. You're telling me,” Delsa said, ”you have nothing to hide, I can believe anything you say. You ever been to Yakity Yak's?”
”'Yakety Yak, don't talk back'-big hit by the Coasters. No, I never been there. He give up the shooter?”
”He felt better when he did,” Delsa said. ”Tell me about Kelly. Where she's from ...”
”I don't know.”
”If she has a family.”
”I don't know as that kind of girl has a family. I mean one she keeps in touch with. You know what I'm saying? Like she calls up and talks to her mama, tells her she's turning tricks? Yeah, I suppose she could have a family. She does, they the ones'd make the funeral arrangements, huh?”
”Next of kin comes to the Medical Examiner's office,” Delsa said, ”to make a positive I.D.”
”You want them identified?” Montez said. ”That's Mr. Paradise and that's little Kelly, and I'm positive.”
”And we'll need the M.E.,” Delsa said, ”to tell us the cause of death.”
Montez said, ”You're f.u.c.kin with me now, aren't you? Both of 'em showing serious bullet holes?”
”You worked for a trial lawyer, you know what I'm talking about,” Delsa said, almost finished with him. ”You said both girls are hookers?”
”Call girls, high cla.s.s. They go nine bills an hour, man, each.”
”You and Chloe in bed when you heard the shots?”
”Getting to it.”
”These the clothes you had on?”
”All evening.”
”You were 'getting to it,'” Delsa said. ”What's that mean, you unzipped your fly?”
”Means I was about to disrobe but was interrupted. Pistol shots, man, can change your plans.”
”How's Chloe? You think she's okay now?”
”You want, I can check.”
”I'm going up anyway,” Delsa said, ”I'll save you a trip.”
8.
FIRST SHE HEARD A WOMAN'S VOICE COMING from the hall. from the hall.
”There's a girl in here.”
The cop in uniform who came in moments later asked if she was all right. She didn't answer. He stood leaning over her in the chair she'd turned to the window, his traffic-cop face close, tobacco on his breath, his reflection above hers on the gla.s.s. He asked if she had seen what happened. She understood what he meant but said no. He said he didn't mean did she see it happen. She said yes, she saw them in the chair. She put her head down in the turned-up collar of her cinnamon coat. He asked if she had come with the other girl. She didn't answer. He asked her name. She didn't answer. He told her not to change her clothes or wash her face and hands. He told her to keep the light on and the door open. He left, but another uniformed cop, a black woman, remained in the hall.
She looked at her watch but couldn't read the time, the lamp behind her, on the other side of the bed.
If they got to the house a little before ten, came up here to fool with their makeup-her eyes still racc.o.o.ned, her hair spiked-spent time talking, smoking a cigarette, neither of them in a hurry, it must've been close to eleven by the time they did the cheers, Lloyd served them another drink, and the old man tossed Montez' quarter in the air.
”Tails it is.” He said to Montez, ”You get Kelly for as long as you want. On me.”
She told herself to take it easy, don't act stupid. Be cool, show some poise. Go up to the bedroom and get your coat. And as soon as he has his clothes off set him straight, you're not a hooker, and get out, leave the house. She finished her drink, started for the foyer and the old man's voice stopped her.
”Look how anxious she is. Go on, Montez, carry her upstairs and throw her on the bed.” Kelly turned, a few strides from the hallway that led to the foyer, the old man laughing.
She saw Montez waiting to say something to him, the old man sipping his drink now. Montez said, ”Sir, you mind if I have Chloe instead?”
Mr. Paradiso stared at him.
”I mean you're giving me either one anyway, on the flip of a coin.” Montez shrugged like it was no big deal, ”Could you make it Chloe, Mr. Paradise?”
Chloe said, ”Hey, now wait a minute.”
Mr. Paradiso said, ”Jesus Christ, I try to treat you with respect, offer you a nine-hundred-dollar piece of tail-no, she doesn't suit you, you want the other one. I give Lloyd expensive clothes I don't want, he couldn't be more appreciative. 'Thank you, Mr. Paradise, thank you, sir.' But you're never satisfied, are you? You prefer to insult me, throw my gesture back in my face.”