“I wondered if you’d come by. Alma and I talked about if we should go in, offer to give a statement. We were going to talk about it more after the kids go down tonight. It wasn’t a mistake? The media report?”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“I’ll get you a beer.” Alma brushed her hand down his arm.
“Thanks. I guess we should all sit down.”
“I’m Lieutenant Dallas,” Eve began. “Primary on this matter. This is my consultant.”
“Roarke. I recognized you,” Brodie said. “I’ve done a little work on a few of your places.”
“Have you now?”
“Yeah, here and there.”
“If your work for me is as fine as the work you’ve done for yourself here, I’m sure I’m very pleased with it.”
“Well, you paid well, and on time. Can’t say the same for everybody.”
“What kind of work did you do in the building on Ninth, for The Sanctuary?” Eve asked him.
“Mostly slap and patch.” He pushed at the damp mop of hair in what looked to be an absent habit. “They couldn’t afford much, and I gave them the best break I could, seeing as what they were trying to do for the kids. I was trying to start my own business, just getting it going, so what I did for them was mostly on my own time, on my own.”
“Did you build any walls?”
“No. Patched a couple.”
Alma came back, sat on the arm of his chair, handed him a beer.
“Painted a few, but I didn’t charge for that. Mostly they painted themselves, save the cost, you know? I did what I could with the plumbing. Rewired some stuff. I’m going to tell you I wasn’t licensed to do the plumbing and electrical back then, but they couldn’t afford someone who was. And I knew what I was doing.”
“He can do anything,” Alma said. “God’s truth.”
“So can you, that’s why I married you.”
“I’m not worried about code violations or licenses,” Eve told them. “When’s the last time you were in the building?”
“Oh, man, let me think.” His hand went to his hair again. “It was right after they got the new one, and were still moving stuff out. They asked me to do a walk-through, just see if there was anything in there that would get them in dutch once the bank came through. I patched a couple more things, just in case. Alma was with me. Remember? We were dating.”
“Half-ass dating.”
“I got you, didn’t I? Anyway, that was it. I started doing handiwork on the building they’re in now. Sweet property that one. Good shape, solid bones. Nothing like that poor old dump. Somebody ought to gut it out, take it down to the bones and save it. I’d do it myself if I could. It’s a damn shame to see it just die the way it is.”
“But you said you haven’t been in it recently?”
“Haven’t, but I’ve seen it from the outside. We did a job in that area about six months ago. Heartbreaking, if you ask me, and just plain wrong. Boarded windows, all broken up, tagged all over. Roof probably won’t last another year from the look of it. Anyway, not my business.”
“If Brodie had the scratch,” his wife said, “he’d save all the buildings in all the world.”
“We’d start with New York.”
“You had a helper at some point, who did some work with you on the building.”
“Oh, yeah. Clip,” he said to his wife who expressed her opinion by casting her eyes to the ceiling. “Jon Clipperton. I toss him work now and then, but I don’t keep him on the crew.”
“Because?”
“He’s a good worker, when he’s sober. Even when he’s half sober.”