The Easy Sin. Jon Cleary

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      He had known that; he had wanted to know what price she put on herself. ‘And where would Mr Magee be now?’

      ‘I have no idea –’

      ‘There’s a box with a half-eaten chicken-burger in the kitchen.’ Kagal was sitting on the long couch beside Miss Doolan. Handsome and well-dressed, as usual, he looked more like an adviser than an interrogator. Malone always found him invaluable when questioning women, especially young women. ‘Is that yours?’

      ‘I never eat junk food. That would be Errol’s. Or it might’ve been Juanita’s. Though I don’t know why she was here.’ She glanced towards the kitchen as the maid, in a body bag, was carried out towards the front door. ‘Are they going to take the – her – down in the front lifts?’

      ‘You’d prefer she was taken down in the service lift?’ said Malone.

      For a moment she missed a step, without moving. ‘No. No, of course not. I was just thinking of the other tenants, the other owners –’

      ‘Should Juanita – that her name? – should she have been here this evening?’

      Detective-Constable Paula Decker was from The Rocks station, the command that covered this downtown section of the city. The Rocks, short of staff, had called in Homicide and Malone, short of staff in his own section, had come down here with John Kagal, a junior sergeant. Tomorrow he would retire from the scene, go back to his office and leave the case to Kagal and another officer. And Paula Decker.

      She was a tall girl: a high jumper, maybe, or a basketballer. She had pleasant eyes that, with her tallness, always seemed to be looking down. She had angular features that, had she been a man, would have made him handsome. She was dressed in a black trouser-suit and carried a handbag big enough to hold a year’s crime reports. She was efficient and, like John Kagal, ambitious.

      ‘Were you or Mr Magee expecting her?’

      ‘No. I gave her notice this morning and paid her off.’

      ‘You sacked her? She was unsatisfactory?’

      ‘She wasn’t exactly brilliant. She was lazy, but Errol trusted her and kept her on. No, I paid her off because we’re not renewing the lease. Yes?’ Kylie Doolan turned her head as Sam Penfold, leader of the PE team, appeared in the kitchen doorway.

      Penfold ignored her. ‘Inspector, I see you out here?’

      Malone followed him into the kitchen. ‘You come up with something?’

      Sam Penfold had been coming up with something for twenty years and more. He was bony-faced with a hunter’s eyes; he hunted evidence as other men hunted game. ‘There are prints all around the place, but I’d say they’re the owner’s and his girlfriend’s. What’s she like?’

      ‘The original Ice Maiden.’

      ‘Never met her. We came up with this –’ He held up a pad. ‘It was in the sink, I thought it was a dish-rag. But smell it –’ Malone took a sniff, reared back. ‘Chloroform, right? It wasn’t used on the dead maid. So who was it used on?’

      ‘Mr Magee? What’s that they say about the plot?’

      ‘It thickens. I love it when that happens. It means PE guys like me don’t become redundant. Another thing – on a chair out in the entrance hall, there’s Magee’s blazer, like he’d thrown it there when he came in. And his trousers and shirt are on the floor beside the bed in the main bedroom. No shoes, though. Mr Magee has been home some time this evening.’

      When Malone went back into the living room Paula Decker was saying, ‘Miss Doolan, there’s a Versace box on the bed in the main bedroom, tissue paper on the bed – where is what was in the box?’

      She should be in PE, thought Malone.

      ‘I don’t know. It was a new dress and jacket, I brought it home this afternoon.’

      ‘How long have you known Mr Magee?’

      ‘I don’t know. A year, eighteen months.’

      ‘Miss Doolan, what do you do?’ asked Malone.

      She gave him the full glare of the shrewd, challenging eyes. ‘I decorate.’

      ‘Decorate what?’

      ‘Errol’s life.’

      Malone wasn’t sure if he was supposed to laugh. He looked at Paula Decker and Kagal; they both appeared to be smiling at his naivete. He looked back at the decorative Miss Doolan. ‘In what way?’

      ‘He shows me off.’

      Malone pondered that one. She had a pre-loved look, like an expensive car. ‘So you’re more a decoration than a decorator?’

      Her eyes scratched him. Then all of a sudden it seemed she decided to be patient with him, as if he were an Inuit from the remoter parts of Greenland. ‘No, I work at it. The social pages on Sunday –’

      Then John Kagal came to his rescue. ‘Our boss isn’t into the social whirl. He’s still getting over the Bicentenary gig.’

      Back in 1988: thank you, John. But he grinned benevolently.

      Kagal took a pull on the rescue rope: ‘Inspector, there’s something I’d like to show you on the computers –’

      Malone got up and followed him into the main bedroom. ‘Look, I’m not interested in some feather-brained social butterfly –’

      ‘She’s no feather-brain, Scobie. I’d say she’s as calculating as any girl I’ve ever come across.’

      Malone said admiringly, ‘And that would be a pretty wide circle.’

      ‘Used to be,’ admitted Kagal, safe in his conceit. ‘Before I settled down with Kate.’

      A relationship that had lasted longer than Malone had expected. Kagal had once confessed to Malone that he was double-gaited in his sexual preference, fluid as the gays called it, but he had been living with Kate Arletti, once one of Malone’s Homicide detectives and now with Fraud, for five years and it seemed to be a happy arrangement. Malone, up to his belly in middle age, had given up guessing about the young. Including his own three young.

      Then Norma Nickles came into the bedroom: floating in, as Malone always thought of her. She had been a ballet dancer before she had become Sam Penfold’s most reliable assistant in Physical Evidence. She was blonde and attractive and looked feminine even in the police dark blue blouson and slacks.

      ‘How are you two making out with Miss Doolan?’

      ‘Have you spoken to her?’ asked Malone.

      ‘Only when I first came in. I told her we’d have to go through the entire apartment and she got a bit haughty about it.’

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