It was amazing how many people lost their sense of hearing or their ability to communicate in coherent sentences when a badge was involved.
More than half the doors Eve knocked on remained firmly shut, and whatever sounds emitting from inside were stifled instantly. The doors that opened revealed people no more helpful, with responses that ranged from I dunno to I didn’t hear nothing from nobody.
On the first floor, in apartment 11F, Eve’s dwindling patience was rewarded.
The blonde was young and looked half asleep. She wore a tiny pair of white panties and a thin tank. She yawned hugely in Eve’s face, then blinked at the badge when it was shoved in front of her.
“My license is paid up. I got six more months till renewal, and I just had my mandatory health check. I got the okay.”
“Good to know.” As licensed companions went this one was on the young side and still looked fresh. The license was likely in its first year. “I’m not here about that. This concerns what happened on the fourth floor yesterday.”
“Oh! Wow! That was sure something. I hid in the closet until the screaming stopped. I was really scared. There was a big fight and people got killed and stuff.”
“Did you know either of the men who got killed?”
“Sort of.”
“Can we come inside, Miss . . .”
“Oh, oh, I’m Reenie, Reenie Pike—well Pikowski, but I’m changing it to Pike because, you know, it’s sexier. I guess so—about coming in. My trainer said how we were supposed to cooperate with the police so we didn’t get rousted and stuff.”
She was, Eve thought, the Trueheart of the licensed companion crowd. Still shiny and innocent despite her chosen occupation. “That’s a good policy, Reenie. Why don’t we all have some cooperation. Inside.”
“Okay, but the place is kinda messy. I sleep during the day, mostly, especially since it’s so hot. Super hasn’t fixed the climate control. I don’t think that’s right.”
“Maybe I can talk to him for you,” Eve offered as she eased inside the door.
“Really? That would be great. It’s hard to bring clients back here because it’s too hot for sex and stuff, and I’m only licensed for street work and most street clients don’t want to pop for a hotel room and stuff. You know?”
The furniture was spare, the layout identical to Cogburn’s. Disorder came from scattered clothes in bright, come-hither colors, in the trio of wigs tossed about like tangled scalps and the army of cosmetic enhancements jumbled on the chest under the window.
The air was hot enough to bake cookies.
“What can you tell me about Louis Cogburn?” Eve began.
“He liked it straight and quick. No fancy stuff.”
“That’s really interesting, Reenie, but I wasn’t really asking about his sexual preferences. But since you mention it, was he a regular client?”
“Sort of.” She moved around the room, picking up clothes, tossing them into a closet. “Once every couple weeks since I moved in. He was real polite about it, said how it was nice having an lc right in the building. He said how we could work out a trade, but I told him I’d sooner the money ’cause I’m saving up for on-call status, and I don’t do illegals and stuff. Oh.” She slapped a hand on her mouth. “I didn’t mean to say about him dealing, but I guess it’s okay since he’s dead.”
“And stuff. Yeah, we know about his business. Did he ever fight with any of the other tenants before yesterday?”
“Oh no, nuh-uh. He was real quiet, and like I said, polite and stuff. Kept to himself mostly.”
“Did he ever mention Ralph Wooster or Suzanne Cohen to you, any problem or grudge
he had regarding them?”
“Nuh-uh. I sort of know Suze. Sort of. I mean to say hello to, and howzit. And just a few days ago we sat out on the stoop and had a brew ’cause it was so hot inside. She’s nice. She said how she and Ralph were thinking about getting married and stuff. She works at a 24/7 around the corner and he does the bouncing at a club. I forget which one. Maybe I should go see her in the hospital.”
“I bet she’d appreciate that. Did you notice anything different about Mr. Cogburn in the last few days?”
“Sort of. Hey, you want a cold drink? I got some Fizzy Lemon.”
“No, that’s okay. You go ahead.”
“I could use some water,” Peabody put in. “If you don’t mind.”