Moon Music. Faye Kellerman

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      “I think holing a fifty-yard chip takes a little more finesse than blasting a cardboard cutout.”

      “Well, it shouldn’t take more finesse,” Lewiston insisted. “Because shooting has a lot more ramifications than sinking a putt. You should work some finesse into your shooting, son.”

      Poe was not about to be undermined. “Maybe it has something to do with split-second decisions. Difficult to have finesse when you’re looking down the barrel of a shotgun.” He whispered, “Hand’s shaking too hard.”

      Lewiston smiled with brown-stained teeth. “You should work on that, too. Never let them see you sweat.”

      “I’ll keep that in mind next time I’m running down an armed bank robber. Better still, I’ll call you. You can bring down your clubs and really show him who’s boss.”

      “In a tight situation, a Magnum might be the preferred weapon. You can always borrow mine.”

      “I wouldn’t mind, but the department may have other thoughts.” Poe balled his hands into fists to keep himself from fidgeting. “Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Lewiston. I really do appreciate it. Especially because you are a hard man to reach.”

      Two hours of plodding through the channels had accomplished zilch. But twenty minutes at the blackjack tables had caught their attention. Place had a new pit boss. Shame on Parkerboy for not keeping his guys up to date.

      Lewiston said, “My staff knows how I value my privacy.” The eyes squinted into small knots. “You seem to be a persistent fellow. One might even call you a pest … or a gnat … or something annoying.”

      Poe appeared thoughtful. “With all due respect, Mr. Lewiston, I don’t agree. Like take tonight. Instead of getting all mean-mouthed and pushy when I kept being put on hold, I just left a couple of messages. Figured I’d wait you out. So I just plunked myself down at a table and bided my time.”

      Poe took out a thick wad of bills with Ben Franklin on top. Slowly, he flicked the stack with his thumb, thousands of dollars dancing past like an old cartoon motion book.

      “That’s all I was doing, sir. Just passing time.”

      Again the apple-rot smile. “How ’bout we call it a going-away present?” A wave of the hand. “As in you … going away.”

      Poe pocketed the cash and took out a notebook. “I’d like to ask a few questions about Brittany Newel, sir.”

      “Brittany Newel?” Lewiston seemed confused. “Is the name supposed to be familiar?”

      “She claimed she was one of your girls.”

      “Claimed. As in the past tense. Is she denying it now?”

      “She’s not saying anything, sir. She’s dead.”

      Lewiston shrugged. “It happens.”

      “Did you know her?” Poe asked.

      “Not that I can recall.”

      Poe took out a picture, showed it to Lewiston. “How about this girl? Did you know her?”

      Lewiston looked at the photograph. “She’s a pretty little thing. Who is she?”

       Is Parkerboy shittin’ me or what?

      Poe said, “She doesn’t look familiar?”

      Lewiston held a perfect poker face. “Son, she looks like a thousand other showgirls in this city.”

      Poe said, “This was Brittany Newel.”

      Lewiston took another look at the photograph. “Shame. Don’t think she ever worked here.”

      “Her employment tax records said she did.”

      Without missing a beat, Lewiston picked up the phone’s intercom. “Lois, can you get hold of personnel. Find out if a young thing named Bethany—”

      “Brittany.”

      Lewiston turned to Poe. “Spell the name for me, son.”

      Poe complied.

      “All right, dear,” Lewiston said into the phone. “Thank you, dear.” Turning to Poe. “It’s going to take time. Check in with me tomorrow afternoon.”

      After you’ve raped the files. Luckily Poe had been there first. He said, “Thank you, Mr. Lewiston.”

      The casino owner gave out a chuckle. “You’re obviously a bettin’ man, son. You’ve done well at my tables. I’ll give you another hour and we’ll give you double odds. How’s that for being daring?”

      Most of the games in Vegas were clean, because house odds usually worked magic without cheating. Still, there were thousands of ways to rig a game. Especially since casinos had dozens of cameras, giving them eyes to everyone’s cards. Lewiston seemed out for revenge.

      Poe wasn’t about to play dupe. He rose from his slanted chair, extended his hand. “Some other time. No hard feelings?”

      “Never.” Lewiston took the proffered fingers, crushed them in his grip. “Not at all.”

      Poe counted to three, then pulled back his hand, smiling all the way. Asshole! His bones felt as if they had been put through a winepress. Yet he wasn’t bothered too much. At least now his fingers were too sore to snap.

      Lewiston said, “Now if you’re not going to join me for golf on Saturday, you’d just better be running along.” A slow grin. “Don’t make me call my lawyer. City Hall wouldn’t like it.”

      “Not necessary.” Again, Poe pulled out his cash. “Can I get a cashier’s check for this?”

      “Downstairs.” Lewiston intercommed his secretary. “Lois, can you show Detective Poe out, please?”

      “Sergeant.”

      But Lewiston had picked up his iron and was whipping at the wind. Pretending not to hear.

      Because of space problems, Homicide had moved away from the City Hall complex into its own building, mistitled an “executive park.” Completely unprepossessing, the structure was an unmarked one-story stucco thing with a tile roof and a double-mirrored door, better suited to hold an insurance agency or an escrow company. There was a small parking lot in front, another paved area in the rear which fronted an architecturally similar low-slung box.

      Still, the move was celebrated by Homicide; the detectives loved their new surroundings. Their own place, putting miles of distance between them and the other departments as well as the scrutinizing eye of the brass. It was a quiet sanctuary, somewhere to think and work. Standing behind the Bureau lay the Crime Scene Analysis building. Just a short walk from the desk to the lab, making it easy to check up on physical evidence. With the two places in such close proximity, things rarely got lost.

      Sitting at his desk, Jensen took a break from his notes and leaned back in his chair. It was ten to nine. Meaning СКАЧАТЬ