Possession in Death (In Death 31.50) - Page 15

“I don’t know, but her great-grandmother is.”

“Madam Szabo?” His shock looked sincere enough, and so, Eve noted, did his relief. “Why would anybody kill an old woman?”

“People always seem to have a reason. In this case, maybe because she was getting close to finding out what happened to Beata.”

“Beata left.” He jerked a shoulder sharply. “She didn’t have what it takes.”

“To what?”

“To dance, to live life full.”

Eve cocked her head. “Wouldn’t sleep with you?”

He tipped back his head to look down his long nose. “I don’t have a problem getting women into bed. If we’d danced together for the gala, we’d sleep together. One is like the other.”

“I thought you did dance together.”

“Practice.”

“So it must’ve annoyed you that she wouldn’t have sex with you.”

“This woman, that woman.” He smiled slowly. “One is like the other.”

“Charming. When did you last see Madam Szabo?”

“Just yesterday. She’d visit class, and my mother, a lot. Talk to the other dancers here, and the other studios down on two and three where Beata took some classes. She’d have tea with my mother, sit with my uncle at the piano. She said she felt close to Beata here.”

“And she mentioned something about Beata being close. Being below.”

“She was a Gypsy—and took it seriously. I don’t buy into that, but yeah, she said some stuff about it. Didn’t make any sense, because if Beata was close, why did she stop coming to class? Why did she bail on the part she got, and screw the understudy position she had? Dancers dance. She took off, that’s what she did, to dance somewhere else. Found a bigger brass ring to grab.”

“Where were you today, Alexi? Say from noon to four?”

“Cops.” He sniffed again. “I slept late in the apartment of Allie Madison. She and I will dance in the gala, and she and I sleep together. For now,” he added. “We stayed in bed until about two, then met friends for a little brunch. Then we came here, to practice, then to take class. She’s the blonde, the tall one with the tattoo of a lark on her left shoulder blade. I need to practice.”

“Go ahead. Ask your uncle to come out.”

Eve waited until he’d strode off again. “Did you run him?” she asked Peabody.

“Oh yeah. He’s got a few drunk and disorderlies, a couple of minor illegals possessions, an assault—bar fight, which added destruction of private property, public nuisance, resisting. He’s twenty-six, listed as principal dancer and instructor here at the school, and lives with his mother upstairs on six.”

Got a temper, Eve thought as the piano player stepped out.

“Officer?”

“Lieutenant Dallas, Detective Peabody. And you’re Sasha?”

“Sasha Korchov, yes. My nephew said you came because Madam Szabo was killed.” His dreamy eyes were soft and sad, like this voice. Like the slow glide of a bow over violin strings. “I’m very sorry to know this.”

“Were you here when she came in yesterday?”

“I didn’t see her. Natalya was using the music disc—advanced students to work on dances for the gala. I am in the storeroom, I think, with the props when she was here. My sister tells me I missed her. We enjoyed talking music and dance. I saw her the day before, on the street, not far from here. I was going to the market. But she was across the street and didn’t hear when I called out to her. We talked in Russian,” he said with a ghost of a smile. “Her mother was Russian, like mine and my papa, so sometimes we talked in Russian. I will miss it, and her.”

“What about Beata?”

“Beata.” He sighed. “My sister, she thinks Beata ran off to Las Vegas, but no, I think something bad happened to her. I don’t say so to Gizi, but . . . I think she knows I believe this. She could see inside if she looked, so I think sometimes she was sad to talk to me. I’m sorry for it.”

“What did you think happened to Beata?”

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