The very next day, Calderon called in sick. And the day after that a man in a lumber jacket followed me in and out of an AA meeting and warned me off Kim Dakkinen's trail.
The phone rang. It was Chance. There'd been a message that he'd called, but evidently he'd decided not to wait for me to get back to him.
'Just checking,' he said. 'You getting anywhere?'
'I must be. Last night I got a warning.'
'What kind of a warning?'
'A guy told me not to go looking for trouble.'
'You sure it was about Kim?'
'I'm sure.'
'You know the guy?'
'No.'
'What are you fixing to do?'
I laughed. 'I'm going to go looking for trouble,' I said. 'In Woodside.'
'Woodside?'
'That's in Queens.'
'I know where Woodside is, man. What's happening in Woodside?'
I decided I didn't want to get into it. 'Probably nothing,' I said,
'and I wish I could save myself the trip, but I can't. Kim had a boyfriend.'
'In Woodside?'
'No, Woodside's something else. But it's definite she had a boyfriend. He bought her a mink jacket.'
He sighed. 'I told you about that. Dyed rabbit.'
'I know about the dyed rabbit. It's in her closet.'
'So?'
'She also had a short jacket, ranch mink. She was wearing it the first time I met her. She was also wearing it when she went to the Galaxy Downtowner and got killed. It's in a lockbox at One Police Plaza.'
'What's it doin' there?'
'It's evidence.'
'Of what?'
'Nobody knows. I got to it and I traced it and I talked to the man who sold it to her. She's the buyer of record, her name's on the sales slip, but there was a man with her and he counted out the money and paid for it.'
'How much?'
'Twenty-five hundred.'
He thought it over. 'Maybe she held out,' he said. 'Be easy to do, couple hundred a week, you know they hold out from time to time. I wouldn'ta missed it.'
'The man paid out the money, Chance.'
'Maybe she gave it to him to pay with. Like a woman'll slip a man money for a restaurant check, so it don't look bad.'
'How come you don't want it to be that she had a boyfriend?'
'Shit,' he said. 'I don't care about that. I want it to be whatever way it was. I just can't believe it, that's all.'
I let it go.
'Could be a trick instead of a boyfriend. Sometimes a john wants to pretend like he's a special friend, he don't have to pay, so he wants to give presents instead of cash. Maybe he was just a john and she was like hustling him for the fur.'
'Maybe.'
'You think he was a boyfriend?'
'That's what I think, yes.'
'And he killed her?'
'I don't know who killed her.'
'And whoever killed her wants you to drop the whole thing.'
'I don't know,' I said. 'Maybe the killing had nothing to do with the boyfriend. Maybe it was a psycho, the way the cops want to figure it, and maybe the boyfriend just doesn't want to get roped into any investigation.'
'He wasn't in it and he wants to stay out of it. That what you mean?'
'Something like that.'
