She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Trying to.”
“Who is he to you?”
“He’s one of my clients, a gambler in Chicago. I should have just asked him for the money. He would have given it to me.”
“Did you swap dates with me in Chicago because you knew he was after you?”
“No. I didn’t know about that. I knew your date. Curt the Chiropractor, we call him. He pays off like a slot machine. The more you beat him, the more he pays, and I really need money right now.”
“Why do you need money?”
“Are you a moron or what? She’s afraid of what I know, and she wants to kill me, and I’m trying to leave the country.”
“Why now?”
“Uh, because I don’t want to die?”
“You said it was last summer when she showed you the brick. Why is she suddenly concerned that you’ll talk now?”
She drank down the last of her beer and fixed me in a withering gaze. “Because you’ve been sniffing around Robin’s murder. She told me that you told her that I told you about Robin.”
Tristan laughed. “What did you just say?”
Monica was focused on me. “Did you tell her that I told you she killed Robin?”
I reached out to put my glass on the coffee table, almost missed, then set it there solidly. This was starting to make sense in a twisted, Angel sort of way.
“So, it’s true.” Monica crossed her arms to match her crossed legs. “You did tell her. I can’t believe it. I asked you point blank on the phone, and you lied to me.”
“I did not lie to you. I had no idea what you were asking me. We’ve been looking into the Omaha murder because we knew Angel had a motive to kill Robin, and the investigation they did stinks. Now you’re telling me why. You’re saying someone in Omaha helped Angel stay out of it.”
“That’s true. Someone with a lot of juice.”
“Well, think about it. Whoever it was must have tipped her off about recent inquiries. I didn’t tell Angel anything about you. How could I? I didn’t know you knew all this.”
“Why have you been looking for me?”
“I wanted to find her Web guy, and I thought, since you were working with him on these blackmail schemes, you could lead me to him.”
“What schemes? Just the one with Arthur, and Sluggo and me, we weren’t exactly working together. Please…” She dismissed the idea as too distasteful to ponder.
“Then you do know Stewart Belkamp.”
“Sure. He came out to the cabin once. Thank God I didn’t have to fuck him. That’s the only good thing about this whole mess.”
“Why would you have to?”
“I needed a copy of my Artie video, and he didn’t want to give it to me. I had to promise him a freebie if it worked out and I got some money for it.”
Poor Stewart. He’d been left at the altar not once but twice. “I thought his identity was a big secret.”
“It is. I only knew because we had our thing. Angel let down her guard a little with me. I wish to hell she hadn’t. I am going to be so murdered.”
“Not if you go to the police.”
“Why would I do that? As long as she has her dirty movies, there’s no one who can touch her.”
I climbed off the couch to walk around. The couch had not made a good bed. It had been too soft to sleep on, and my back was sore. I ended up by the window. The sky was still overcast, looking a lot more like winter’s approach than it had the past few days. “Monica, what do these archives look like?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are they electronic files? Are they on tape? Are they CD-Roms?”
“I don’t know. You’d have to ask Stewart.”
“I plan to.” I turned to Tristan. “I need a gun.”
“Did you pass your test?”
“I failed it.”
“Then the answer is absolutely not.”
“Tristan-”
He moved instinctively to the.44 on his mantel, as if to protect it from me. Or me from it. “Are you planning on shooting Sluggo?”
“Of course not. But I want a way to threaten him.”
“Never take a gun where you don’t intend to use it. I won’t give you one. I’m sorry. Besides, what happens to me if you shoot someone with my gun? I’ll be in deep yogurt, and you’ll be in jail. If you want me to come with you, I’ll bring it. But I’m not giving you one.”
“You can’t come. You have to stay here with Monica.”
“While you do what?”
“Get the archive. The second I have it, I want her sitting in the police station telling her story. I don’t want Angel getting out of this.” I looked at Monica and thought about the two “amateurs with guns,” as Bo had called them. I was pretty sure Angel had sent them, which meant Monica needed protection. “In fact, I’m sending someone else over to stay here with you.” I went to the table, where Tristan’s note from that morning still sat. I used the pen he’d used, wrote out “Djuro Bulatovic,” and gave it to him. “This man will come and stay with you. Call him Bo.”
“How will I know it’s him?”
Monica chuckled. “Do what we do. Give him a code word.”
Tristan looked at me, and I shrugged at him. “Might as well go with what works.”
A mischievous spark showed in his eyes. “I know exactly what to use.”
Chapter 41
I WAS ON FOOT, HEADED THROUGH THE NEIGHBORHOOD and back to my car, when my cell phone rang. I was expecting Felix, hoping for Tristan, and would have taken almost anyone except the person whose name showed up on caller ID.
“Hello, Angel.”
“Well, doll, what did you think of the show?”
“I think you’re sick and in need of professional help. But mostly, I think you need to go to jail.”
“Your little brother is so the stud. Girl, he wore me out. We did it standing up, sitting down, in the shower, on the carpet, on the tile. We even did it in the bathroom sink.”
“I already know everything that happened. Don’t waste your time embellishing.” Still, having seen the one image of the two of them, it was hard not to conjure the others she described.
“Really? Why don’t you tell me sweet Jamie’s version, because we know he would never tell a lie.”
“You pursued him, you lied to him, you came into his hotel room, and the two of you fucked. One time.”
“One time or ten times, it makes no never mind when you’re cheating on your wife.”
“He also didn’t know you were a hooker.”
“Tell me why that matters, doll.”
“We both know he never would have touched you if he knew what you really are.”
“You’re hurting my feelings.”
The sound of a car horn made it hard to hear, mostly because it was loud and getting louder, not to mention unrelenting, which was when I realized it was attached to the Audi that was bearing down on me. I had wandered into the middle of Arlington Street at Beacon, one of the more treacherous pedestrian intersections in the city, which was saying a lot in Boston. I made a dash for the other side. If I were to be run over, it might as well be going forward.
“This is between you and me, Angel. My family has nothing to do with it.”
“Are you under the impression we are playing by some set of rules? He talked about you, by the way. Do you want to know what he said?”
“If I do, I’ll ask him. Tell me specifically what it is you want, so we don’t have any unfortunate misunderstandings.”
“I want to fuck as many men as will pay me, make more money than God, and retire to my very own cattle ranch in Texas. But right now, I’ll settle for Monica. You tell me where I can catch up with her, and I’ll send you back Jamie’s dirty movie. Did I tell you how much he likes to-”
“Why do you want Monica? So you can beat her to death with a brick?”
There was the slightest pause, which I enjoyed. Angel speechless was a thing to behold. “I see you two have hooked up. Do you like how I did that? Sending her to you so I would know where to find her?”