now.”
“Relax. Just talk to me and you can go on your way. You thought I was Alice.”
“Yeah. Are you related?”
Bennie wiped her brow. “So let’s talk. I want to help Alice and I need to know what you know about her. What was the story between you and Alice?”
“I was in love. She wasn’t. We stayed friends. I never even told her.”
“This was when?”
“September.”
“Alice was living with someone at the time, a cop. Did you know that?”
He nodded regretfully. “They weren’t solid.”
“No?”
“Her boyfriend was at the gym all the time, I think he worked out, or boxed or something. She used to go with him to the gym, when she wasn’t working on the computer at the library.”
“She told you this?”
“Yeah. Then, in October she met someone else, another guy. Then she stopped coming to the library.”
“Where’d she meet this other guy?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t hang at the library. He looked like a lawyer.”
Bennie frowned. “A lawyer? What was his name?”
“I don’t know. She never said.”
“You didn’t press it?”
“No.”
Bennie sighed. “Sebastian. You lose the woman to another man and you don’t bother to find out who he is?”
The artist smiled weakly. “I tried, but she didn’t want to talk about him. She didn’t want to talk much after she met the lawyer. After a while, she stopped coming to the library. She kind of ditched me.”
“Her boyfriend was murdered in May of last year. I need to know her whereabouts that day. When she came and left the library, even what she was wearing.”
“Can’t help you there. She stopped coming to the library a long time before that.” He looked away, at the Swann Fountain, and Bennie followed his gaze. For the first time she noticed three kids playing in the fountain, drenched to their shorts and T-shirts, oblivious to the workday crowd. They kicked and splashed in the circular pool, and Bennie was distracted by the slick nudes at the fountain’s center.
“You think she was sleeping with this lawyer?” Bennie asked.
“Duh.”
“So who was he?”
“Some rich guy. He drove a Mercedes. He came by once or twice to pick her up.”
“What kind of Mercedes?”
“Sedan. New.”
“What color?”
“Shit brown.”
Bennie tried to puzzle it out. Connolly hadn’t told her any of this. “What did the lawyer look like?”
“Rich. Preppy.” The young man’s chin sunk onto his hand, like a lovesick version of
“Was he white or black? Light hair, dark hair? Sebastian, you’re an artist, with an alleged eye for detail. Give me a description.”
“I can’t. The subject depresses me, and I’m no good with words.”
“Can you draw him, then?”
Sebastian raised his chin from his hand. “You gotta pencil?”
20
Alice stood behind the inmates at the computers. Their blue shirts bent over the keyboards and they poked at the keys. Her cellie hunted-and-pecked in the middle, and two seats from her was Valencia, reeking like a funeral home. Leonia anchored the end of the row, a mountain of muscle next to Shetrell and the rest of her crew.
Alice kept her eye on them, wondering about last night. There had to be a contract out on her. It would have come to Shetrell, who was connected inside and out. But why? And from who? It didn’t make sense, but Alice wasn’t taking any chances, not with freedom this close. She knew how to deal with it. Leonia, not Shetrell, would do the dirty work. Alice strolled down the row of do-rags and Muslims and stopped when she got to Leonia’s chair. “How’s it going, girl?”
“S’all right,” Leonia said, without turning around.
“You should save that document. You typed a page already. You don’t want to lose it.”
“I did save it.”
“No, you didn’t. If you did, it wouldn’t say Document One at the top, right here.” Alice reached over and pointed at the monitor screen. “It would have a name.”
“Uh-huh,” Leonia said after a moment.
“So save it.”
Leonia sat still in front of the keyboard. Her short hair made a spiky silhouette in front of the bright white monitor. Alice knew Leonia had no idea how to save the fucking thing. She could smell her brain overheat.
“Leonia, you know how to save it, don’t you? Move the cursor to FILE and click. Then click SAVE.”
Leonia moved the mouse, then clicked SAVE with deliberation. A blue-bordered window popped onto the screen, and she sat still again, stumped. Alice smiled. This bitch was going to take her out? She didn’t have the gray matter to double-click.
“You have to name the document before you can save it, Leonia. Type the name in the blank window.” Alice glanced at Leonia’s document. “Is it your resume?”
“Yuh.”
“So what would you name the file? Remember what I taught you about file names? Name it what it is. So name it ‘resume.’ ”
Leonia typed, “R E S U M A Y.”
“Perfect.” Alice held a critic’s finger to her chin. “The resume looks very good. What kind of job are you looking for when your bit’s done, Leonia? Doctor? Lawyer? Contract killer?”
Leonia kept staring at her monitor.
“I see.” Alice folded her arms and bounced on the tips of her feet. “Keeping your options open. Smart move. Very smart. Don’t want to be mired in a life of crime, stuck in that vicious cycle of the repeat offender. The possibilities are endless for a woman of your skills and abilities.”
Leonia glanced over her shoulder coldly. Shetrell’s slitted gaze slid to the side. The black-uniformed guard standing at the door cracked a smile, but none of the do-rags or Muslims did.
“Class, everybody look up a minute.” Alice clapped to get their attention. “Everybody, eyes up! Everybody, give me your attention!”
Heads popped up from the keyboards, ten of them. Diane looked dull-normal and Valencia was attentive, tossing glossy curls back onto her shoulders.
“We can all take a lesson from this lady,” Alice said, slapping a hearty hand on Leonia’s shoulder. “If you’re working on your resume, keep it good and general. Don’t limit yourself. You can do anything you set your mind to, like Leonia!”
Valencia grinned, completely missing the irony. Diane blinked stupidly. Leonia glared at the monitor. Shetrell went rigid with anger.
“You can make your dreams come true!” Alice called out, managing to keep a straight face. “One person can make a difference! All you have to do is work out every day! And save your documents at the end of the
