I’m some little sister who’s stepped out of line, it’s his job to knock me down. And the other one, she’s nothing but a diesel dyke- staring at my attributes whenever she got the chance. You guys shouldn’t be hiring perverts.”
“Attributes?” said Milo.
“Yeah.” She bent low in illustration, threw back her shoulders, suddenly confident again. She smiled at Milo, received a blank stare in return, and switched her attention to me.
Her smile was inviting and though I knew it was artifice, I had to look away to keep from reciprocating. When I did, she cursed under her breath.
Milo said, “Okay, we’ll take you downtown. You make the call from there. Get ready for a little nostalgia, Cheri. Sucking in AIDS breath in a holding cage full of five-dollar strawberries while getting your
She looked at me again, spread her legs slightly while keeping them crossed at the ankles. Confirming Burdette’s assessment of what was- or wasn’t- under the kimono.
I looked away again.
She said, “Okay. Fuck the lawyer. I didn’t do a thing wrong- don’t need to buy him another Mercedes. Give me one of those polygraphs. Crank it up- I’ve got nothing to hide.”
Milo said, “Polygraphs can’t stand up to smooth criminals. Anyone comfortable with lying can pass.”
Anger mottled her face like a rash. “So what the fuck do you
“Just straight talk, Cheri. How you hooked up with Massengil and Dobbs in the first place. How long it’s been going on-
She smiled through the anger. “Everything, huh? Sure your little policeman’s heart can take it?”
He hooked a finger at me. “Case it can’t, he knows CPR.”
“Okay,” she said, crossing her legs again. “You pitch, I’ll catch.”
Milo said, “Let me make sure I’m getting this clear. You’re saying you want to talk about the events of this evening- December 6, 1988? Give a statement of your own free will, no attorney present?”
“Uh-huh.” She gave a wide smile full of big, perfect, milk-white teeth. Ran her tongue between them, sat up straight, touched her bosom.
“Yeah. Yes. Sure I’ll talk. To
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She said, “Sacramento- that’s the beginning.”
She put another cigarette in her mouth. Milo lit it for her.
She smoked for a while.
Milo said, “Sacramento.”
“Yeah. That’s where I met him. I had a place there. My own place, smaller and not as quality as this one, but my own, also.”
Milo said, “Always been an independent, have you, Cheri?”
Her mouth tightened. “Not always. But I learn. I pride myself on that- learning from my mistakes.”
“How long ago?”
“Three years ago.”
“Where?”
“O Street, right up near the Capitol.”
“Doing your bit for good government?”
“You bet. More of them would a took more of what I gave, there’d be less strife, believe me.”
“Where you from originally?”
“Here. Inglewood.”
“How’d you get up to Sacramento?”
“I was in San Francisco first- three years. Moved ’cause I wanted things more quiet. And something I could do myself. Someone told me politicians were always wanting it- you had a seller’s market.”
“Recreation.”
She smiled. “Yeah. Being close to the action meant they could make their speeches in the morning, drop by for a lunchtime party, and go back to their speeches with a smile on their faces.”
“They,” said Milo. “How many others besides Massengil?”
“Lots, chief. It’s a company town. Not that fearless leaders was all I did. You had your doctors and your bankers, like any other place. But being there in that place, you did see lots of political types- aides, lobbyists, administrative assistants, all that shit. You learn to talk like them after a while.”
“Fun bunch?”
She grimaced. “Not hardly. I mean, they were free with the buck- expense accounts. But as a group, they had inclinations. If you know what I’m saying.”
“I don’t.”
“Kinky,” she said, as if talking to an idiot. “Mostly for tying-up. Bondage. Always wanting to be tied up or tying me up. Nearly every one of them. Got so when I took one on that I knew was political, I had the neckties and the ropes all ready. A few of them even wanted to be… embarrassed. Dirty stuff. Never seen so many people wanting to tie or to be tied. All horny about who was in
She laughed, filled her lungs with smoke. “Don’t it just make you want to run out and vote?”
Milo smiled. “Massengil a tyer or a tyee?”
“Tyee. Liked to have his arms and legs all bound up, so tight the blood was cut off. Then he’d stretch out and make me do all the work. Then afterwards, which was quick- with most of them it’s real quick”- she snapped her fingers-“I had to snuggle next to him like I was his mama and he’d latch onto my bubbies and talk like some little kid. Baby talk. Oogum snoogums for Mr. Law and Order.”
She laughed again, but looked uneasy.
“Real disillusioning,” she said, “isn’t it. High and mighty types running things, and what they really are is whining, bubby-sucking babies. Then, of course, there’s cops-”
“He ever get racial?”
“What do you mean?”
“Make racist comments? Want to set up some racist fantasy?”
“Nope,” she said. “Just the tying and the oogum talk.”
“How’d you meet him?”
“Through the other one?”
“Dobbs?”
“Uh-huh. He’s a doctor- psychiatrist. Liked to pretend this was all medical. Sex therapy. I should think of myself as his therapy
“When’d you first meet Dobbs?”
“My last year in Frisco.”
“How?”
“Had this girlfriend of mine who got into the therapy thing- took a course or something and got this piece of paper saying she was legal. A surrogate. Dobbs taught the course, offered her a job. Used to send her people- patients- have her kick back some of the money to him. She made good, but he made better. Then when she moved out of town because her ex was threatening her, she gave him my name. I moved down to Sacramento and he started sending the people to me.”
