Moon Music. Faye Kellerman
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lit another cigarette, talked in a whisper. “More like in the afternoon … around twelve.” Eyes to Jensen, eyes back to Deluca. “She was up before me. That I remember.”
“And she was where?” Jensen asked. “When you got up?”
Her knees now totally apart. “I told you … just sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee.”
Showing Jensen bush. He noticed a little mole on her thigh. A sense of déjà vu. He was really beginning to think that he had slept with her. “Drinking a cup of coffee.”
“That’s right.”
“Maybe smoking as well?”
Ria paused, nodded.
“Was she smoking crack or tobacco?” Patricia asked.
Ria’s eyes did another dance. She stubbed out her smoke. “You expect me to answer it?”
“We’re from Homicide, ma’am, not Vice.”
“You’re cops,” Ria answered. “That’s enough for me.”
Patricia said, “After she was done smoking, Ria, what did she do?”
A shrug. “Said she’d see me ’round. Then she got up and left. End of story.”
“Did she tell you where she was headed, what her plans were for the day?”
Ria shook her head no.
Jensen said, “You said she serviced the hotels.”
“That’s what she told me.” She shrugged. Thin shoulders attached to balloon breasts. Patricia wondered if they hurt her back. Ria added, “Hotels, motels … wherever there was business.”
“Did she work with a pimp?” Jensen asked.
A sigh. “You know, I didn’t know that much about her. We’d only been sharing this dump for a couple of months. I was gettin’ a little tight on cash, so I figured I take on someone to help me out. She was the first to answer the ad.”
“You two get along?”
“Sure. Why not? She did her thing, I did mine.”
“So you don’t know if she worked with a pimp?” Patricia continued to probe.
“Probably she knew a couple of guys who’d throw some business her way.”
“Bellmen? Dealers? Pit bosses? Higher-ups?”
“In the beginning, she claimed she did lots of high rollers.” Scratching her pebbly cheek. “Probably she did. I saw old pictures of her. She was cute.”
Old—as in two years ago. Would they ever learn?
Patricia paused.
At least her big boobs were her own. Guys loved her boobs. As heavy as she was, she had no trouble getting guys. She said, “Did she have regulars?”
Ria gave a quick glance to Jensen. “I guess.”
Patricia caught it. She wondered if Ria knew that Jensen had slept with Brittany. Then she wondered if Ria and Jensen had ever slept together. The guy went through hookers like she went through diets. “Why’d she move in with you?”
“’Cause she was broke and had nowhere to go. Her boyfriend had kicked her out.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Ex-boyfriend, I mean. Didn’t talk too much about him ’cept to say he had a bad temper and used to beat her. His name was Trent. He’s a dealer.”
Patricia asked, “Does Trent the Dealer have a last name?”
“I’m sure, but I don’t know it.”
“Was he her pimp?”
“Don’t know.”
“What hotels did she work out of?”
Ria gave some names.
“Good places,” Jensen remarked.
“If you can believe her.”
“She have a truth problem?”
“I dunno. Maybe at first she did work the high-end jobs. But she got into bad habits. You know, the nice places … they don’t like bad girls with bad habits.”
Jensen held up a small plastic sandwich bag. Hidden in the corner were a couple of brown crystals. He had found the shit in Brittany’s bedroom. “She was running a little low on her supply. Who’d she go to for a fill-up?”
She waved a hand, spread her legs farther. “It’s easy to buy in this city.”
Patricia spoke slowly. “Where in specific did she buy?”
Ria spoke with disdain. “If you don’t know, you ain’t much of a detective.”
“Could you narrow it down to a couple of places?”
She shrugged. “Sorry.”
He traded looks with Deluca. Patricia said, “I think we’re just about done.”
Ria stood up. “I hope so. It’s four in the morning. Night all.” She walked to her bedroom, stopped at the door, turned. “Push the button to lock the door and let yourself out.” A pause. Eyes on Jensen. “Unless you want to stick around …” A big smile. “In case something suddenly pops up.”
Jensen returned her smile with a slow, sexy one of his own. “No, I think Detective Deluca and I have finished with our questions. Thank you for your time, ma’am.”
Ria threw him back a burned look, answered, “De nada, Detective Jensen. That’s Spanish. It means thanks for nothing.”
“She had an ex-boyfriend.” Patricia into her portable cell phone. “A dealer. Ria said he used to beat her.”
Over the line, Poe answered, “His name is Trent Minors, currently a blackjack dealer at Shakespeare’s. I have his address. I’m going there now.”
“She ended up a mess, sir. I mean even before she died. A washed-out, dead-broke crack addict. Her roommate, too. Also a user. Both of them so young. It’s so sad.”
On the wire, Jensen said, “Sad but true.”
Poe said, “I don’t think I’m going to make it back to the Bureau right away. You two finish up your paperwork, then go home. I’ll run what we have by Weinberg. Let’s all try to meet with the loo sometime in the late morning.”
“Where?” Patricia asked.
“How ’bout Myra’s?” Jensen suggested.
“Okay. Myra’s at ten.” Poe checked his watch. “That should give you two about five hours of shut-eye.”
“Sounds good,” Patricia said.
“Fine with me,” Jensen added.
Poe cut the mike, drove to Minors’s address. The neighborhood was a mixture of small one-story houses and low-rise apartments. To Poe, even in the dark, it looked more than familiar. He had been here before, recognizing landmarks down to the apartment with the wrought-iron horsehead fence.
Then he realized he was about five minutes from Honey’s. He had entered the area from the north instead of the south. He thought a moment about Ruki’s keeping him at arm’s length.
He depressed the accelerator, did a couple of screeching right turns, then parked in front of Honey’s building.
Well, what does Ruki expect of me?
Nothing. That’s the problem.
The call girl wasn’t pleased to be awakened. Her hair was messy, eyes still heavy from sleep. She wore a bulky terry robe and had bunny