'Help yourself.'
She pushed aside a few hangers, some neatly pressed pants and button-downs, a gray suit, a blazer, some winter jackets. A very ordinary closet. Bending to look at some little pellets scattered around a jumble of hightops and a dusty pair of dress shoes, she asked, 'What do you pray for your sister?'
'I pray that she returns to the Lord. To the one and true God.'
Frank wasn't surprised that the pellets were rice grains. Dealers used rice to keep their powders from solidifying, just like rice in a salt shaker. Frank checked the pockets in Danny's clothes, finding nothing. Not even lint. She was sure Mrs. Duncan turned Danny's pockets inside out before she washed his clothes, and being a smart boy he'd make damn sure there was nothing in them. The rice had probably spilled out of one of his hightops.
'Which god is she with now?' Frank asked, pointing at the bureau. 'May I?'
Mrs. Duncan nodded impatiently. She looked like she was trying to contain herself, then she burst out, 'Crystal is with
Frank's hand expertly fished through Danny's folded underwear and paired socks, while she kept an eye on his mother, thinking she might start crying. Instead Mrs. Duncan stamped her foot and grabbed her lips in her palm, hissing,
Mrs. Duncan's histrionics amused Frank but she pretended concern.
'How do you mean?' She frowned, her fingers sliding against something cool and slick under a stack of T- shirts. Frank hid the drawer with her back and lifted the shirts. A
'I mean that girl is
'What do you mean she uses it for her own ends?'
'To get her way. To get what she wants. It's always been that way. Only now she calls it
'Are you saying she cut his throat?'
Mrs. Duncan stamped her foot again. In frustration or anguish, Frank couldn't tell, but she went on in a hushed voice, as if someone might be listening to them.
'I'm saying she's directly responsible for him straying from the Lord's path. If Daniel had followed in God's footsteps the way he was raised to, he'd be alive today. But my sister tempted him with material goods, Detective. She tempted him with gods that like women and liquor. And that's not all. She prays to those gods and she made my son bow to them too, and this is what comes of it, my son stretched out in a funeral parlor, barely twenty- six.'
Frank nodded. Danny's mother hadn't been holding anything back, so Frank asked bluntly, 'What kind of work did Daniel do for your sister?'
'I don't know anything about that,' she said, her face rigid with pain. Frank guided her into the easy chair. She perched next to her at the foot of the bed and launched into her good-cop routine.
'I can't imagine your grief, Mrs. Duncan. But I
Tears slid down Mrs. Duncan's cheeks as she tried explaining, 'My son was a good boy, Detective. He never meant anybody no harm. I raised him right, I swear I did. But he just fell in with that sister of mine. I warned him about running with her. But he wouldn't listen. I don't know what he was up to with her, but I know it wasn't good. I haven't talked to Crystal in seven years. My other sister's always talking to her. But I wouldn't. I couldn't. Not with her running with the devil like she does. Maybe Jessie could help you. I just don't know.'
She daubed at her face with a wadded tissue, whispering, 'Excuse me,' then bolted from the garage.
Frank sighed, checking under the mattress and bed frame, under the rug and on top of the armoire, around the tools and potting soil in the garage side. Nothing. Retracing her steps to the kitchen, she stepped through the back door, bending an ear to the living room.
Lewis was saying, 'Let me ask you something here, off the record. Between you and me, you see, I know and you know what your aunt does for a living. So it seems strange to me that this boy would be off getting involved with some Nicaraguans he don't even know. I mean if he wants to get into that line of business, it would seem to me he'd be working with his auntie, you know what I'm saying? Why your brother be working with strangers, you know?'
'I don't know what you're talking about.'
'Girl, please,' Lewis chuckled good-naturedly. 'I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday, n'mean? I ain't no outsider don't know chitlin' from chicken. Everybody know about your auntie. I been hearing Mother this and Mother that since I was this high, n'mean?'
Frank couldn't see Lewis holding her hand above the floor.
'You can tell me, girl. What was
There was a pause. The stiff plastic creaked, and Lewis uttered something quietly.
Finally Kim admitted, 'He hustled for her for years. He started spotting corners, then running them. But lately Danny was real unhappy with Aunt Crystal. He said that he took all the risk but didn't get none of the reward. He said he was tired of being treated like a little nappy-headed nigger.'
There was a smile in Kim's voice as she added, 'He'd carry on something about how Aunt Crystal didn't treat him any better than a slave. He used to call her the White Master, and there was some truth to that. Aunt Crystal always be thinking she better than most folks.'
'Is that why Danny wanted to break away from her?'
Frank winced at Lewis's bluntness and the next thing she heard was Lewis asking, 'With Echevarria and Hernandez?'
Lewis kept giving Kim answers when she should have been keeping them to work with.
'But I'm not real clear about it all. I didn't really want to know too much about it. You might want to talk to my Aunt Jessie. Danny was pretty tight with her. He'd go hang at her place when Mama got mad at him. But she never stayed mad long. He could always charm his way out of trouble.'
'I think they were getting the coke from him. He was bringing it up from Mexico or something. I'm not sure.'
'Did Danny ever mention flipping script with Carrillo? He ever get in his face?'
'No, not that I know of.'
'You said Danny wanted to break away from your aunt. Was he serious or just jawsin'?'
'He was serious. He was tired of holding down corners and getting treated like an errand boy. He kept saying he was his own man, that Aunt Crystal didn't own him. I think he was going to try and undercut her price and lure her regulars into his territory. I told him that didn't sound like a good idea but of course he wouldn't listen.'
'Do you think your aunt killed him?'
Frank cringed. Lewis was about as subtle as a runaway train.
'What? Are you
Frank stepped into the living room before Lewis could do any more damage.
'Sorry to interrupt.'
Frank touched her pager.
'We gotta go. Sorry to bother you again, Miss Duncan. We're just running down every possible connection to Danny's death. I hope you understand that some of our questions might seem ridiculous but we have to ask them