But it wasn’t just Robson. It was also Omar — because I’d mentioned to her how I despised his toilet habits. And then there was Yanna’s husband: ‘…
Then: ‘
But surely she didn’t take it on herself to beat him with a baseball bat … any more than she ran over that desk clerk at Le Select. But again, I had told her of the harm these people had done — or were threatening to do — to me. And then …
‘
To which he said, ‘
There was a pattern. I talk about someone who has done me wrong, she responds with …
No, that’s so way off-beam …
I don’t get it …
The apartment door opened. Lorraine came out. The remnants of her black makeup mask had gone. She was now holding a printout and a small card.
‘OK, hon. I checked our guest list for the night you were there, and as you’ll see …’
She handed me the page.
‘… you’re on the guest list, but Margit Kadar isn’t. I ran her name through our system — which only goes back ten years. Nothing. Then I checked our Rolodex, where we always kept the names of anyone who had ever come to the salons prior to 1995. And guess what I found … ?’
She handed me the Rolodex card. On it was written
‘So she did come to the salon?’ I asked.
‘Once — with her husband … but I don’t remember much about them. Hell, how could I, considering the amount of human traffic that comes through here every week. She and her husband never came back. So they were filed away as “One-Offers”.’
‘And there’s absolutely no way she could have snuck in here on the night I came?’
‘None at all. We’re pretty strict on security for the salon. You don’t get past this door unless you’re on the list. And we certainly don’t like it when people show up unannounced. But let me ask you something, hon. If you think you met her here, and I have proof that you didn’t … well, what sort of conclusion do you expect me to draw from that?’
‘Thank you for your time,’ I said and headed quickly down the stairs.
Outside there were no taxis. Rain was falling. I ran down the boulevard Saint-Michel to the Line 4
At Chateau d’Eau I got off the
‘You didn’t go to work last night.’
‘That’s because I was a guest of the police in one of their better cells.’
‘You told the cops …’
‘
‘Why did they arrest you?’
‘I was under suspicion …’
‘For the murder of Omar … ?’
‘Yes,’ I said, deciding it was best not to mention anything about Yanna’s husband.
‘Did they also tell you about the man whose wife you fucked?’
‘They did.’
‘And did you tell them it was Monsieur Sezer and Mahmoud who did it?’
‘Of course not.’
‘They’ve arrested them … but they’ve let you go. Why?’
‘I’m not the cops, but the cops generally don’t arrest people unless they have evidence—’
‘You planted the evidence—’
‘You’re crazy.’
‘We know it was you—’
‘Why would I—’
‘Because you killed Omar and Monsieur Attani, that is why, and then you put the weapons—’
‘My fingerprints weren’t on the weapons. Mahmoud’s were—’
‘Ah, so the cops
‘If I allegedly “planted” the weapons, then why were Mahmoud’s fingerprints on them?’
‘You could have left them somewhere obvious in Mr Sezer’s office. Mahmoud might have picked them up to hide them—’
‘Mahmoud would have seen the blood on them and thrown them out. But maybe Mahmoud isn’t the cleverest guy to have walked the face of the earth. Maybe, having killed Omar and Attani on the orders of Sezer, he simply threw the weapons into some back room, some attic, not thinking that the cops would—’
‘The weapons were found below the sink in Mahmoud’s room. They were placed there, the police were called—’
‘And I was in police custody at the time—’
‘You could still have put them there. Did you also tell them about where you worked?’
‘Absolutely not.’
‘Liar. They raided the building last night, pulled everything apart. Fortunately, after the arrests of Monsieur Sezer and Mahmoud, we had a little time to clear out—’
‘Were you making snuff movies and bombs there?’
‘Stop asking questions. You are in enough trouble right now—’
‘Trouble for what? I kept my mouth shut. I showed up every night at midnight. I never asked questions. I never interfered—’
‘But you saw—’
‘I saw
‘Liar.’
‘Think what you like. I didn’t send the cops to you, I played by the rules you set.’
Pause. He stared at me for a very long time. Then: ‘You go back to work tonight.’
‘But what is there to guard?’
‘That is not your business.’
‘Surely the cops are treating downstairs as a crime scene. Surely they’ll have men guarding the place.’
‘The cops are no longer there. They have finished all their “tests”. They are gone.’
‘Did you pay them off or something?’
‘They are gone. And you must return to your work tonight.’
I knew that if I now said, ‘No damn way,’ I wouldn’t be allowed off the premises. I also knew that if I did show up for work tonight, I might not ever walk out of there alive. The fever was now making me shiver. I clutched myself tightly.