“I keep telling you there is no book.”
Milo sat back and crossed his legs. She smoked, touched her hair, rocked her foot. Finally she said, “I give you that, I’m finished.”
He said, “C’mon, Cheri. Two bodies out in back, one of them a public figure? You’re finished anyway.”
She smoked in silence some more. Pulled something out of an eyelash.
“Book’s in the bank. Safe deposit box.”
“Which bank?”
“I give it to you, you gonna help me move? Get me outa here safe, help me get my equity out of the building, plus keep my kid safe?”
“Where’s the kid?”
“Inglewood, with my mom.”
“How old?”
“Nine. Real smart, gotta great voice, sings in church.”
“What’s his name?”
“André.”
“André. I’ll do what I can for you and André.”
“Do what you can, huh? That’s politician talk, chief- just another way of saying fuck you.”
“Got a place to move?”
“Somewhere conservative. Uptight. Conservative folks get the horniest. Need an outlet.”
“Like the folks up in Sacramento.”
“Just like.”
“Why’d you move from there to L.A.?”
“We’re back asking questions?”
“That’s right. Why the move, Cheri?”
“It was his idea.”
“Dobbs’s or Massengil’s?”
“Sam. The Assemblyman. He really had a thing for me- a taste for me. Get a taste for something sweet and it’s like drugs, you never get enough.”
“Three or four times a month isn’t much of a fix.”
“He’s… he was old. What I gave him lasted. He really got off on it.”
“Why’d he want you to move down here?”
“Said he didn’t like having me so close to his workplace- Sacramento was a small town, loved gossip. Someone might find out. He found this place for me- some kind of special deaclass="underline" The person died, left no will.”
“Probate?”
She nodded. “He knew all about probates, had all these land records because of his job. Said I should jump on this one. It was a bargain- all I had to do was put up some cash.”
“Did he help you with the down payment?”
“Not a penny. He would have, but I didn’t need him, had plenty of my own. I flew down here, saw the place, saw what I could do with it, and figured, why not? My place up there had appreciated, built up equity. Now I got at least a hundred and sixty equity on this one, maybe more.”
“What did he want in return?”
“Me. When he wanted me. Clearing my calendar so he didn’t bump into no one- no one would know.”
“No one except Dobbs.”
“That’s right.”
“Was Massengil aware that Dobbs was a peeper?”
“Don’t think so. Usually he had his eyes closed, all screwed up. But who knows? Maybe they had a little buddy-game going. I don’t try to get into their heads. I’m somewhere else when I’m doing it.”
“Four hundred an hour,” said Milo. “Three, four times a month. Nice chunk of cash-outlay.”
“He never complained.”
“Management consulting,” I said.
She looked at me. “Consulting. Yeah, I like that- that’s class. Maybe I’ll use that instead of Recreational Counselor.”
Milo said, “Tell me about tonight. Exactly the way it happened.”
She chain-lit another cigarette. “What happened is that they came here at nine-thirty, did their things-”
“Both of them?”
“This time, yeah. Piggy took sloppy seconds- he liked it that way, wouldn’t let me wash. And then I gave them something to eat. The Colonel. Legs and breasts and cole slaw and biscuits. Leftovers from the night before, but they ate it like it was fancy French cooking. Standing up, in the kitchen. Drank two cans each of my Diet Pepsi. Then they paid me and split. Money’s in my undies drawer- go check. Twelve hundred- twelve ones. New bills. I said to Sam, ‘What’d you do, honey, just print it?’ He liked that, laughed, and said, ‘That’s my job. I’m on the Finance Committee.’ After they were gone and I put the money away, I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower. To clean off, get them outa me. While the water was running I heard it- almost didn’t hear it ’cause of the water, but I did. Bang bang. I know that sound. Like a fool I looked out the window, saw them lying there, him running away. Like a fool I called and did my civic duty and now I’m sitting here talking to you, chief.”
Milo said, “Who’s him?”
“The shooter.”
“One guy?”
“One’s all I saw.”
“What’d he look like?”
“All I saw was his back- running behind the garage. There’s a low fence behind there. He probably got in that way- got out too. Rotten wood- I been meaning to put in a new one. You check, you’ll probably find some kind of footprint. There’s gotta be footprints ’cause it’s muddy back there, got a leaky sprinkler, the water settles. Someone had to leave footprints. You go on and check and see if I’m telling it straight.”
“Tell me more about the shooter.”
“Nothing more to tell. Dark clothes- I think. It was dark. I dunno.”
“Age?”
“Don’t know- probably young. He moved like he was young. Not like an old fart. I seen plenty of old farts move, believe me.”
“Height?”
“Not too tall or too short that I noticed. I mean, nothing hit me as being one way or the other- it was dark.”
“Weight?”
“Same story, chief. There was nothing special about him. Just a guy- I saw his back. It’s too far to see good. Go look for yourself through that window. And dark. I keep it that way, so people can park and get out without no one seeing ’em.”
“What did his face look like?”
“Never saw a face. Can’t even tell you if he was black or white.”
“What color were his hands?”
She thought. “Don’t recall. Don’t know if I even saw hands.”
“Average height and weight,” said Milo, reading from his notes. “Probably young.”
“That’s it- if I could tell you more, why wouldn’t I?”
“Black clothing.”
“Dark clothing. What I mean is, nothing shined out, like a light-colored shirt or anything, so it was probably dark.”
“What else?”
“That’s it.”
“Doesn’t add up to much, Cheri.”
“You think I’m gonna chase after him to get a closer look? I was stupid to look in the first place. Soon as my brain cleared and I realized what was happening, I dropped to the floor. Only reason I looked in the first place was I got caught by surprise. I mean, this was not what I expected to happen.”
She closed her eyes, held the cigarette with one hand, her elbow with the other. The robe came loose, exposing heavy, black-nippled breasts, between them an inch of mocha sternum.
Milo said, “How do I know for sure you didn’t finger them for the guy, Cheri?”
Her eyes opened, very wide. “’Cause I didn’t. Why would I do that and get myself all involved- do it in my backyard?”
“For the money.”
“Got enough money.”
“No such thing.”
She laughed. “True. But I didn’t. Give me the poly. I’m not that smooth.”
She let the robe open wider. Milo reached over and closed it, placed her hand on the outer flap, and said, “Anything else you want to tell me, Cheri?”
“Just get me outa here. Outa L.A. With André.”
“We’ll be checking everything out and if you’re being righteous, I’ll be righteous with you. Meanwhile, I do want you to call your attorney and tell him to meet you over at West L.A. Division. You’ll be driven over there and wait for me. It’ll take me a while to get over there. When I do, you’ll repeat the statement you just gave me in front of a video camera.”