“Why?”
Helga Gemein was in no mood to joke. “Who murdered Des?”
“That’s what we’re trying to learn,” said Milo. “What can you tell us about him?”
“He worked here from when we started the firm.”
“Which was…”
“Twenty months ago. He was a good draftsman with so-so design skills. He was hired because he was green.”
“Fresh out of school?”
“Pardon?”
“Green.”
“No, no, no,” Helga Gemein scolded. “Green, environmental. Des got his degree at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo, wrote a thesis on bioenvironmental synchrony.”
I thought of the warring triangles out front, water so shallow it would evaporate within days.
“The green approach didn’t work out,” said Milo.
“Of course it works, why would you say that?”
“The firm dissolved-”
“Of course,” said Milo. “So what kind of projects did the firm do?”
“We planned our mission statement.”
“No actual buildings?”
Helga Gemein’s lovely mouth screwed up tight. “In Germany, architecture is a subset of engineering. The emphasis is upon proper theory and flawless planning. We saw ourselves as green consultants. What do these questions have to do with Des?”
“He was murdered at a construction site, ma’am. An unfinished house in Holmby Hills.”
Reciting the address on Borodi Lane.
“So?”
“I was just wondering-”
“We never intended to involve ourselves with private housing.”
“This was large-scale housing, Ms. Gemein. Three-story mansion on a couple of acres. Mr. Backer was found on the third floor-”
“That sounds unspeakably vulgar. Id, ego, flashing of the penis. I’d rather design a yurt.”
“When did Des Backer leave the firm?”
“When it dissolved.”
“Did he find another job?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“He never asked for a reference?”
“He packed up his desk and left.”
“Was he angry?”
“Why would he be?”
“Losing his job.”
“Jobs come and go.”
“While he was here, what was he involved with?”
“Des
“What’s that, ma’am?”
Helga Gemein’s look said if you needed to ask, you didn’t deserve to know. “The Kraeker is a performance art gallery scheduled to be built in Basel by the year 2013. My plan is to submit a proposal for heat and light sustainability that would synchronize with the art itself. Des asked to be assigned to the preliminary drawings. Obviously, a project of that scope would help his career.”
“But it never got that far.”
“That is not clear. Once I clean up the mess my partners have left me, I may very well assemble another team. Returning to Europe will be a welcome change.”
“Had enough of L.A. ”
“Quite.”
“Is there anything you can tell us about Des that could be helpful?”
“His sexual appetite was conspicuous.”
Milo blinked. “By conspicuous, you mean-”
“What I mean,” said Helga Gemein, “is that Des was highly motivated toward maximal screwing. Was his death sexual in nature?”
“How do you know that about him, ma’am?”
“If you’re asking, in that peculiarly prudish American way, if I speak from personal experience, the answer is no. My information comes from the other women who worked here. Each of them discovered that Des had requested to screw her.”
“Requested?”
“Des was polite. He always said ‘please.’”
“You didn’t fire him?”
“Why would I?”
“That’s pretty blatant workplace harassment.”
“Policeman,” she said, “one can only be harassed if one contextualizes herself as helpless. Everyone said yes. Des is a handsome man. In an immature way.”
“How exactly did you learn about all this, Ms. Gemein?”
“That is a voyeuristic question.”
“My job can get that way.”
She touched a hemp earring. “There was a staff meeting. Des was away from the office on something or another and Judah Cohen was in Milan, so no men. If you knew anything about women, you’d know that, plus alcohol loosens tongues. One of them had seen another go off with Des after work and wondered out loud. It didn’t take long to compare notes. Everyone agreed he was attentive and reasonably endowed, but lacking in creativity.”
I said, “How many women are we talking about?”
“Three.”
“Four women at the meeting, but only three were propositioned.”
“If you are asking in that American way if I am homosexual, I am not. Though I am not opposed to homosexuality on moral grounds. Why did I not screw Des? He did not appeal to me.”
“He never came on to you?”
Blinking, she caressed the top of her head. “We maintained a professional relationship.”
Milo took out his pad. “Could I please have the other women’s names?”
Helga Gemein smiled. “I will talk slowly: Number one, Sheryl Passant, our receptionist.” Waiting until he’d copied. “Number two, Bettina Sanfelice, a dull girl who served as an intern. Number three, Marjorie Holman.”
“Your former partner.”
“Correct.”
“Des didn’t see the need for a professional relationship with her.”
“Marjorie and I disagree on many levels.”
“Marjorie has no problem mixing business with pleasure.”
“You’re being simplistic, Policeman.
“What do you mean?”
