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Rose flopped into her seat with an uncharacteristic lack of grace. “Are you going to handle this, Juno?”
“Yes, I am.” I didn’t say, “Yes we are.” This was a one-man show, and the sooner Maggie Orzo realized that the better.
“Thank god! I did not like those other two officers one bit. They came in here like they owned the place and started asking questions of the help. The help. I especially don’t like that young one with the glasses, not at all.” She directed herself to my new partner and said, “Now you stay away from him, dear-nice girl like you. He told me to hand over my books! Who does he think he is?”
I soothed with my voice. “It’s okay, Rose. I took over the case. They left a few minutes ago.”
“Oh, that is such a relief. Those two, they have no business sense. You know what I mean? They’re not like you, Juno. You always know how to handle things-isn’t that right?” She was scared to death that word would get around that one of her customers was murdered right outside her door-bad for business.
I said, “I’ll get Jessie to take care of it. We have an arrangement. She’ll know how to play it.”
Jessie Khalil was the top reporter for Lagarto Libre. The Libre was the only media company on Lagarto. It ran the newspaper and the vid station. They had a fifteen-minute news program that aired four times a day; it was their only show. They filled in the rest of the day with decade-old offworld programming. Jessie could handle the story and leave the Lotus out of it. She’d bend stories in my favor. In exchange, I’d pass her juicy tidbits on offworlders- drug possession, sex with prostitutes-the usual shit. The public would eat it up. It brought the high and mighty down to our level.
Rose let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Juno. I was really worried, but as soon as I saw you come through the door I thought, ‘It’ll be all right, Rose. Juno is going to take care of you. He always knows what’s best.’” To Maggie she said, “You can learn a lot from him, dear.”
Maggie Orzo was confused, not sure what just went down. “I’m sure I will.”
The houseboy arrived with tea. He served us Arab style. He poured the tea from a metal teapot into glasses instead of cups.
“Can you tell me anything about the victim, Rose?” I asked.
“Sure, Juno. Anything for you. I wasn’t going to tell those other two a damn thing; I simply don’t trust them. Your victim is named Dmitri Vlotsky. He was a nice boy. I don’t understand why somebody would do such a thing. Just horrible.”
I kept my right hand in my lap and drank with the left. That was strong tea, mint with lots of sugar. “He a regular?”
“Not so regular recently. He was in the Army, you know. But he came by whenever he was on leave.”
“How long has he been coming here?”
Rose set her tea down. The glass was full. She hadn’t touched it. “He first came when he was still in school. He couldn’t have been more than fifteen or sixteen years old. His father brought him in. Peter had been a loyal customer for years. He told me his boy Dmitri was dating a girl, and Peter had asked him if they were using condoms. Peter had high hopes for his son. You know how it is. He didn’t want Dmitri to knock this girl up. Based on the way Peter talked about her, I got the feeling that both he and the missus weren’t too impressed with her.
“Dmitri told his dad they weren’t having sex yet. Now, Peter figured she was a prude and said so, but Dmitri told him no, that she’d been with other guys. So Peter asked why she didn’t want to be with him, and Dmitri said she did want to be with him, but he kept putting her off. He told his father he’d never been with a girl before, and he was afraid he wouldn’t measure up to her exes. So then Peter asked him if she knew he was a virgin, and Dmitri said he’d lied to her, told her he’d been with lots of girls. He wanted her to think he was some kind of stud.
“Peter didn’t want his son to look like a novice, so he brought Dmitri down to Rose for some lessons. You should have seen Dmitri then…he was terrified, poor kid. His dad brought him in, introduced us, and left. I told him to pick a girl out. He went up to the window, and his eyes went straight for Lucy. She was lounging on that love seat, the pink one. You remember Lucy, Juno?”
“No.”
“No? Come on, Juno, gorgeous eyes, nice figure? Anyway, I asked him who he wanted, knowing all along he wanted Lucy. He wouldn’t answer; he was so scared. I sent Lucy up to one of the rooms, told her to be gentle, then sent the kid up. Peter brought him back three days straight. After a couple years, Dmitri started coming back on his own.”
“Was he alone last night?”
A lock of Rose’s hair fell onto her shoulder. She tucked it back into her disorganized mop. “Yes. He said his unit was on leave for a week and this was his second night back. He spent the first night with family. He told me all about how his father was doing. How he bought a car and a new house, as if I didn’t already know. Peter was just in here last week. Peter had told him he’d stopped coming here when he married Dmitri’s mother. He didn’t want to ruin the kid’s picture of a happy home. It’s a good thing Dmitri went into the Army and wasn’t around so much. I was worried that someday they would bump into each other in the hallway. Can you imagine that? Father and son. What a scene that would be.”
“What time did he leave?”
“Dmitri went for the works. He’d been out in the jungle for eight months. He must have left just after midnight.”
“Did your staff see anything strange?”
“I’ve talked to all of them. Nobody saw anything.”
“Who did you set Dmitri up with?”
“Kimi. Mohamed, go get Kimi.” Houseboy Mohamed took off on a run. Rose continued, “Dmitri was into the mature types like Lucy when he was a boy; now he likes them young. You know how men are.”
“Rose, I know you won’t like this, but I need a list of your johns from last night. I have to find out if any of them saw anything. I’ll be discreet.”
“I know you will, Juno. I’m not unreasonable. I want you to catch this monster. My girls and I are scared silly. It could have been any one of us out there.”
“Thanks, Rose.”
Kimi came in and sat next to Rose. Without any hooker rouge or hair spray, she looked the schoolgirl. Her skin was honey-brown, a lighter shade than most.
Rose stroked Kimi’s dyed-blonde hair. “Now, these officers are going to ask you some questions. Just tell them the truth, sweetie.”
Kimi nodded.
“You were with Dmitri last night?”
“Yes.”
“Was he acting strange?”
“No.”
“Afraid?”
“No.”
“Anything out of the ordinary?”
“No.”
“Did he talk to you?”
“A little.”
“What did he say?”
“He just talked about being glad to be back in Koba. He is a…was a captain in the Army.”
“He told you he was a captain?”
“Yeah. He’s been fighting the revolutionaries, and he told me how hard it is out there in the jungle, never knowing when the enemy is going to jump out at you. He killed thirty-three men on this tour alone.”
Lieutenant Dmitri Vlotsky was a big-time liar.
I took another sip of tea. “You were impressed?”
“Yeah, sure. I mean, with a guy like that I don’t really mind doing…you know…what I do.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know. I guess it makes me feel…sort of…patriotic. You know, like I am, in my own way, helping them fight the war. You know, keeping Lagarto unified.”
