Werner’s frown deepened. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on, Gene- it’s a simple question: when did Holly tell you she’d recorded your conversation? Did she tell you on the spot, or after the fact? Or maybe she didn’t tell you at all; maybe it just dawned on you at some point.”

“I don’t know-”

“Don’t play games, Gene- when did you find out?”

Werner windmilled his sword arm, like a batter in the on-deck circle. The blade whistled through the air. “I’m not playing games, and I don’t see why I have to tell you a goddamn thing.”

I smiled to myself. “You don’t have to say shit to me, Gene, but the police are another story. I imagine they’ve been around to see you already, and maybe you’ve already gone over this with them. Or maybe not. In which case, I’d be happy to mention it.”

He walked toward me, his arm still spinning. He stopped maybe six feet away, with a nasty grin on. “You know the cops pretty well, huh?”

My eyebrows went up. “What do you mean by that, Gene?”

Werner colored, and waved an impatient hand. “Nothing.”

“Then why’d you say it?”

“No reason,” he said, and turned away. “And if you must know, Holly told me about the video. She told me she’d recorded it.”

I smiled. “When was that?”

“I don’t remember- a week later; maybe longer than that.”

“The date on the file was December twenty-seventh. A week or so later puts it in January. Was it in January when she told you about it?” Werner shrugged. “And she played it for you?”

He made a show of thinking about it. “Yeah, she played it for me.”

“When was that?”

He hesitated. “After she called. After New Year’s, I guess.”

“And that was the last time you saw her?” Werner nodded. “You remember the date?”

He scowled and made an elaborate check of his watch. “I have to leave,” he said.

“Of course you do. Just let me go over the facts once more, to be sure. Holly recorded your confession on December twenty-seventh. Sometime after that- in early January, say- she told you about the recording, after which, on the Saturday before she was killed, you went to her apartment, beat the crap out of her, and walked off with her computer and her video equipment. Is that about right?”

Werner’s mouth fell open, but no sound came out. “What…what the fuck are you talking about?” he said finally.

We were getting there. I took a deep breath, and smiled big at Werner. “I have the video of you confessing to blackmail, Gene, and of Holly throwing you out of her apartment afterwards. It’s plain how pissed you were when you finally figured out she wasn’t taking you back. I can only imagine how you stewed over that, and all the more, I expect, when you found out she’d recorded the whole episode.”

Werner straightened his shoulders and shook his arms out. He ran a hand over his chin, as if to make sure it was still there. He hung a lopsided smile on his face. “You can make what you want out of that video, but I was there. I know what really happened. And as for that other stuff, it’s bullshit and you know it, and you can go fuck yourself. I never touched Hol-”

“You have a history of knocking her around. She told people.”

“Who’d she tell- Krug? Coyle? I told you that faggot has it in for me, and so does that fucking ape.” Werner’s face burned. He swung his arm in a big figure eight. A little bit closer now.

“You shoved her in the video, Gene.”

“I tripped. I tripped and fell and bumped into her.” His jagged smile grew, and the sword whirred through the air.

“You knocked her halfway across the room, for chrissakes.”

“You have your story, and I have mine.”

“Except that I also have a witness, Gene, who puts you in Holly’s apartment the Saturday before she died, in the middle of a noisy fight.” He stopped slashing and brought the foil to his side. His mouth was an angry line, and his jaw was like a millstone. I continued. “On top of which, you were seen leaving there, carrying what looked like a computer and video equipment.”

Werner’s fingers whitened on the sword grip. He bared his large teeth and his arm came up in a blur. The blade whipped the air, and I felt the draft on my face. Almost there.

I smiled. “You want to watch that, Gene. I’m not one of your actors, and I take a punch better than Holly.”

He snapped the foil to his side. “Besides ‘Fuck off,’ I have nothing else to say to you.”

Almost…

“I guess I’ll do my talking elsewhere, then.”

“You’re so full of shit- you won’t go to the cops. You can’t.”

“No? Now why would that be, Gene?” Werner worried his lower lip, but didn’t answer. “I wasn’t actually thinking of the cops, though. I was thinking more of having this chat with Jamie Coyle.”

Werner’s voice was a whisper. “You son of a-”

“So what happened after that Saturday, Gene? Did you not find the video in the stuff you’d taken? Or did you maybe get scared about the beating you’d given her? You really lost it, didn’t you? You drew blood; you left marks.” Werner’s face went from white to red. His hands were fists and he brought the sword up.

Almost…

“Were you scared she’d go to the cops- or maybe that she’d tell Coyle about it? Three long nights of worrying; you must’ve been out of your mind by the time you saw her again. But what I can’t figure out is whether you went there planning to finish the job, or whether things just got away from you.”

Werner drew his arm back, and his blade was pointed at my neck. “Fucker,” he spat, and he uncoiled.

There.

The blade slashed my arm, and despite the padding of my coat, I felt the sting. I pivoted, and kicked Werner- hard- on his left thigh. I was fast and I got weight behind it, and I caught him just above the knee. He crumpled like a puppet.

His bellow echoed in the empty theater. I kicked the sword away and watched him roll on the stage for a while, crying and clutching at his leg. When he stopped thrashing, I pulled the Glock from behind my back. I couldn’t hold it well enough to shoot straight, but Werner didn’t know that, and I made sure he got a good look.

“It’ll pass,” I said. “Yelling doesn’t help.”

His handsome face was red and twisted, but he managed some gasping curses. I squatted by his head. “You haven’t answered my question yet: did you go there to finish the job, or did things get out of hand?”

“You’re craz-” A cramp rolled through his leg, and squeezed the air from him.

“My question, Gene.”

“You’re saying I killed her. You’re saying I killed Holly.” His deep voice was cracking.

I laughed a little. “Well, of course I am.”

“But I didn’t-”

“You beat the shit out of her, Gene, and think hard before you tell me otherwise.”

“I-”

“Think hard.”

Sweat ran from Werner’s hairline. His ponytail was gone, and strands of hair were stuck to the side of his face. “It…it got out of hand. She told me she’d recorded me, about Fenn, and I wanted the video. But Holly wouldn’t give it to me. She just laughed.”

“And you hit her.”

Werner grimaced and squeezed his leg. “She wouldn’t give it to me, and she kept laughing.”

I stood up, and let out a dusty breath. “You beat the shit out of her.”

“You don’t know what it was like- what she was like. She was so beautiful…you had to have her. But she didn’t care- however much you felt for her, however much you wanted her, it didn’t matter. You could never get at her- she was always in control. She kept laughing and…I lost it. Even when I hit her, she laughed the whole

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