"Sure," I said. "Hello, Velvet."
"Hello."
Velvet looked maybe eighteen. She was wearing faded blue jeans and a loose white tee-shirt. Her only makeup appeared to be lipstick. She stood quietly in front of my desk.
"Sit down, Velvet," I said.
She sat.
"Would like coffee?"
"Yes, please."
"Cream and sugar?"
"Yes, please. Two sugar."
Hawk got her some from the Mr. Coffee pot. Then he sat beside her.
"Haskell got a regular contract with Velvet," Hawk said.
"Is Velvet your real name?" I said.
"No."
"What is your real name?"
"Kim Pak Soong."
"You're Korean."
"Yes."
"You're a prostitute?" I said to Velvet.
"Yes."
"Do you know who Tony Marcus is?"
"No."
I smiled. She was at the far other end of the chain of command.
"But you know Haskell Wechsler."
"Haskell. Yes."
"You have regular appointments with him."
"Yes."
"Tell me about them."
"I would not tell anyone these things, but Clifton says I must."
"Clifton's your pimp?"
"Yes."
"Where do you meet Haskell?" I said.
"Charles River Motel. He always has room 16."
"In Brighton, on Western Avenue?"
"I don't know name of street. It is near the river. Past the television station."
"How do you get there?"
"Man comes in a car, picks me up, and takes me there. When we are through, man takes me back."
"Is Haskell always in the room when you get there?"
"No. I go first, man lets me in. Then I get ready. Mr. Haskell like me to wear kimono, silk slippers, lots of makeup. Mr. Haskell comes maybe half hour after I do."
"He's alone?"
"Yes."
"How long usually?"
"He stay an hour, maybe hour and half. He doesn't fuck me all time. He brings a bottle. We drink some of it. Mr. Haskell like to talk."
"Who leaves first?"
"Mr. Haskell. After he is gone, I take shower, change clothes. Man comes back for me."
"You do this regularly."
"Tuesday and Thursday."
"So you're scheduled for tomorrow."
"Yes."
"What time?"
"Three o'clock."
I sat back in my chair and thought about things. Velvet drank her coffee.
"Clifton say you should do what we ask you to do?"
"Yes."
I looked at Hawk.
"Smart move would be to scope this all out tomorrow and make our move next Tuesday."
"Yep."
"Want to do it that way?"
"Nope."
"Tomorrow?" I said.
"Yep."
I leaned back in my chair some more, looking at Velvet.
"Okay," I said finally, "tomorrow here's what we need you to do."
Velvet listened with full attention while I told her. She seemed solely interested in doing what she was supposed to. She showed no interest at all in why.
chapter forty-one
WHILE WE WERE having dinner at Rialto, Susan said, "We spent so much time talking to the police after the incident the other night that we haven't really discussed it with each other."
"I know it."
The waiter brought us a serving of broiled little necks.
"Hot," he said to Susan.
"Like her?" I said.
"Just like her," he said.
Susan said, "Thank you, Francis," and smiled at him enough to weaken his knees, though when he walked away he seemed stable enough. Maybe I was projecting.
"When I was alone, after it was all over, and you'd gone, I got very shaky and felt like crying."
"Post traumatic shock syndrome," I said wisely.
"That's usually somewhat more post trauma than this was," she said. "Though you are very cute to use the phrase."
"I was trying to sound smart," I said.
"Settle for cute," Susan said.
"Damn," I said. "I've been settling for that all my life."
"Anyway. I didn't cry."
"Nothing wrong with crying," I said.
"I don't like to," she said.
I shrugged. Francis came by and refilled our champagne glasses.
"Regardless," I said. "You looked pretty good with that brick, little lady."
"Do you ever get shaky after something like that?"
I thought about it.
"Mostly no," I said. "But I've done more of it than you have."
"Mostly no?"
"Yeah."
"But not always no?"
"Sometimes depends on the situation. Long time ago, in San Francisco, when I was looking for you, I had to shoot a pimp because if I didn't he'd have killed two whores. I had problems with that afterwards."
"Because it was cold-blooded?"
"Yes."
"Even though it was necessary?"
"More than that, it was my responsibility. Hawk and I got the whores into trouble with the guy. It was the only way to get them out."
"Did you feel like crying?"
"I threw up," I said.
"Oh," Susan said. "Did it bother Hawk?"
"No."
"Hawk's life has desensitized him in many cases," Susan said.
"But not in all cases," I said.
"Which is a triumph," Susan said.
We were quiet while we ate the clams. Susan washed her last one down with a swallow of champagne.
"I must admit," Susan said, "that I feel better about my own reaction, knowing you sometimes have one."
"You don't have to be so damned tough," I said.
"I don't wish to be stereotypically frail about things."
"Tough is what you do, more than it is how you feel about it before or after," I said. "You're tough enough."
"I haven't been so tough about my past," she said.
Francis came and cleared the clams and brought us each a salad of lobster and tiny potatoes. He topped off our champagne glasses without comment.
"You mean Sterling," I said.
"And Russell Costigan, and all of that," she said.
"You seem to me to have handled it pretty well," I said. "Here we are."
"But I have you embroiled in something bad because of it, because of… my former husband. That incident the other night was connected, wasn't it?"
"Probably."
"And Carla Quagliozzi?"
I shrugged.
"Did I hear something about her tongue being cut out?"
"After she had been killed," I said.
"She was one of Brad's ex-wives."
"Yes."
She shook her head.
"Things just don't go away," she said.
I ate a potato and was quiet.
"I just wanted to pretend all that never happened," she said. "But I couldn't."
I nodded and chewed my potato. It was good.
"I chose those men for their weaknesses, and then rejected them for their weaknesses."
"You said that already. No need to beat yourself up about it."
"But there's a part I haven't ever said. Not even to you."
"No need," I said.
"There is. I have caused too much trouble by not saying it."
"Long as you say it to yourself," I said.
She shook her head. "One of the reasons I was attracted to these men was that, in their imperfection, I felt safe. I knew they could never get to me."
"Get?"
"One of the aspects of my family struggle when I was little was, of course, that if my father's affection for me ever got out of hand, and my mother's worst fears were realized…"
"You had to keep him from getting you," I said.
"And having learned that, it got transferred to all the other men I knew."
"Including me."
"Me more powerful and good and complete you turned out to be," Susan said, "the more I feared that you'd get me."
"And now."
"Now, now for crissake, I know you don't even want to get me."
"True. And if I did, you wouldn't let me."
"For which I can thank Dr. Hilliard."
"So what's that got to do with how you should have faced up?" I said.
"I got you into this because I still feel guilty about it."
"If you hadn't gotten me into this, someone would have gotten me into something."
"But it wouldn't have been me," she said.
"And you feel guilty about getting me into trouble because you felt guilty about Sterling."