‘I have my report.’ Back in the saddle, Peabody took a disc out of her bag. ‘I arrived at seventeen thirty-five, approached the subject known as Crack, and identified myself as your aide.’
‘What did you think of him?’
‘An individual,’ Peabody said dryly. ‘He suggested I would make a good table dancer, as I appeared to have strong legs. I told him it wasn’t an option at this time.’
‘Good one.’
‘He was cooperative. In my judgment, he was angry when I informed him of Hetta’s death, and the means. She hadn’t worked there long, but he said she was good-natured, efficient, and successful.’
‘In those words.’
‘In the vernacular, Dallas. His vernacular, which is quoted in my report. He did not observe who she spoke with after the incident with Boomer as the club was crowded and he was busy.’
‘Cracking heads.’
‘Exactly. He did, however, point out several other employees and regulars who might have seen her with someone. I have their names and their statements. None noticed anything peculiar or out of the ordinary. One client believed he observed her going into one of the private booths with another man, but he didn’t recall the time, and his description is vague. “A tall dude”’
‘Terrific.’
‘She clocked out at oh two fifteen, which was more than an hour earlier than her habit. She told one of the other companions that she’d made over her quota and was calling it a night. Flashed a fistful of credits and cash. Bragged about a new customer who believed in paying for quality. That was the last time she was seen at the club.’
‘Her body was found three days later.’ Frustrated, Eve pushed away from the table. ‘If I’d gotten the case sooner, or if Carmichael had bothered to dig . . . Well, that’s done.’
‘She was well liked.’
‘Did she have a partner?’
‘No one serious or long term. Those kind of clubs discourage dating the customers on the outside, and apparently Hetta was a real pro. She did move around from club to club, but so far, I haven’t hit on anything. If she worked anywhere the night she died, there’s no record of it.’
‘Did she use?’
‘Socially, casually. Nothing heavy, according to the people I spoke with. I checked her sheet, and other than a couple of old possession charges, she was clean.’
‘How old?’
‘Five years.’
‘Okay, keep on it. Hetta’s yours.’ She glanced over as Feeney strolled in. ‘Glad you could join us.’
‘Hey, traffic’s murder out there. Muffins!’ He pounced. ‘How’s it going, Peabody?’
‘Good morning, Captain.’
‘Some digs, huh? New shirt, Dallas?’
‘No.’
‘Look different.’ He poured coffee while she rolled her eyes. ‘Found our snake tattoo. Mavis hit Ground Zero at about two, bought herself a Screamer and a table dancer. Talked to the guy myself last night after I bounced to it. He remembers her. Said she was way out of orbit, and chugging them back. He offered her a list of accepted services, but she passed and staggered out.’
Feeney sighed, sat. ‘If she crawled into any other clubs, she didn’t use credit. I’ve got nothing after her totaling out from Ground Zero at two forty-five.’
‘Where’s Ground Zero?’
‘About six blocks from the murder scene. She’d been moving steadily down and across town from the time she left Pandora and walked into ZigZag. She went into five other clubs between, Screamers all the way, mostly triples. I don’t know how she stayed on her feet.’
‘Six blocks,’ Dallas murmured. ‘Thirty minutes before the murder.’
‘I’m sorry, kid. It doesn’t make it look any better for her. Now, the security discs. Leonardo’s scanner was busted up at ten on the night in question. Lots of complaints about kids whacking outside cameras in that area, so it’s likely that’s how it went down. Pandora’s security was turned off using the code. No fiddling, no sabotage. Whoever went in knew how to get in.’