Portugal continued to sit with his head turned. Without looking he pushed his plate away from him. Jesse waited.
Portugal took in a deep breath and let it out. He did it again.
Then he straightened his head and looked at Jesse. His eyes were wet.
“We got married,” he said. “She
still thought I was a big deal. Nineteen, money in my pocket, a star in the Paradise softball league. She was thrilled to be marrying Bobby Portugal.”
Portugal’s voice was perfectly calm. Remote, Jesse thought, as if he were talking about people he knew casually, and found mildly interesting. Except that he was teary.
“And then we had the babies and two hundred and fifty bucks a week didn’t look like so much. I tried selling Am-way for a while. That was a joke. I tried insurance, got through the training program and got fired. I didn’t earn much money, but I played a lotta ball with the guys and drank a lotta beer. Finally she dumped me. You blame her?”
“What are you doing out here?” Jesse said.
“Security guard. Downtown at the big mall. When I get off work, I got a room with a sink in the corner and bathroom down the hall. You ever play ball?”
“Some,” Jesse said. “Why
Springfield?”
“I had to get away from Paradise,”
Portugal said. “This seemed far enough. Nobody ever heard of me here.”
“Tell me where you were Tuesday night.”
“Did my shift atthe mall till ten. Had a date. Girl works at the mall. Got home around three-thirty, she spent the night.
That when she was killed? Tammy? Tuesday night?”
“Can I talk with the woman you dated?”
“You gotta?”
“Be good to know what you were doing that period of time.”
“Yeah, if you gotta. But can you be sort of cool about it?Her old man is a long-distance trucker. When he’s out of town we… we got a littl arrangement.”
“I can talk to her at work,” Jesse said.
“Okay. Her name’s Rosa Rodriguez, she
works in the little candy kiosk in the mall.”
“Can you give me the address of the mall?”
Jesse said.
Portugal told him and Jesse wrote it down.
“You own a car?”
“No. With my alimony? Mostly I ride the bus. Buses are pretty good here. I guess there’s no more alimony, is there?”
“Child support,” Jesse said.
He nodded.
“They okay?” he said.
“Your children?”
“Yeah.”
“They’re with your
mother-in-law.”
Portugal nodded.
“You wanna give me the name of your supervisor, please,” Jesse said.
Portugal told him.
“What time you get to work on Wednesday?”
“Ten a.m. About five hours’ sleep.
Man!” Portugal shook his head. “You think I done it?”
“Not if your story checks,” Jesse said.
“She was out clubbing, probably, Tuesday night, there was alcohol present.
You know any of her favorite places?“
Portugal shook his head.
“No favorites,” he said. “I know
