Vendetta in Death (In Death 49)

“Didn’t pay any mind. Why should I?”

“What time did they leave? When did you turn the booth?”

“Jeez, how am I supposed to remember?”

“I can look that up,” Snow said, “if you’ll excuse me a moment.”

“Go ahead. You worked the door,” Eve said to Mi.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Lieutenant. When did McEnroy get here?”

“He gets an auto-pass—he’s on the list. I can’t tell you exactly, but it was early. Maybe after nine, but before ten, for certain.”

“Did you see him leave with the woman?”

“I’m going to say, like Tee, I caught a glimpse. I looked twice because his car hadn’t pulled up. It’s routine, his car pulls up and he comes out, but his car didn’t pull up, and he and the redhead walked out to where another pulled up.”

“What kind of car?”

“Wasn’t a limo. I’m going to say a town car, but I didn’t pay much attention. I was busy, and you just don’t pay as much attention to people leaving as you do the ones who want in.”

“Can you describe her?”

“I’m going to say good-looking, a lot of red hair, and well, yeah, she had a body on her. We let in her type because it’s good for business. And, hell, she slipped me two bills. I think she was maybe French. She said, you know, merci when I passed her through.”

“Had you ever seen her before last night?”

“I don’t think so, but it’s real hard to say.”

“Would you work with a police artist?”

“I guess, but the thing is I see an awful lot of frosty women on any given night. I only remember because of the French thing and the two bills. I took them, but I was going to let her in anyway.”

A mistake? Eve wondered. Or deliberate?

“What time did she get here?”

“I’m going to say around ten-thirty, but I’m not real sure. I know they left before midnight because Blick spells me for my break at midnight and he was about due. I’m going to say when I caught that glimpse of her leaving with him, I thought how she didn’t stay long for two bills, but I guessed she got what

she was after.”

Mi shrugged those wide shoulders, then stopped, drew his brows together in thought. “Oh, and now that I’m thinking about it, I thought how Mr. McEnroy was maybe a little drunk.”

“Why?”

“Well, if I see him leave—not always, but if I do—he’s got his arm around the woman he leaves with and she looks to have had a few, you know? This time it struck me as the other way.”

Eve decided the man on the door noticed more than he realized. “I’m going to set you up with a police artist. Peabody, find Snow and see about the security cam on the door between, let’s say, twenty-one-thirty and midnight.”

Even as Peabody started to rise, Snow came back.

“I have that information for you. Mr. McEnroy cleared his tab at eleven-fifty-three. He ordered a martini at the bar—your station, Lippy—at nine-twenty-nine, a sparkling water with lime at ten-fifteen, then two more martinis from the auto in the booth at eleven-twenty-six.”

“Thanks. If you’d show Detective Peabody the door security feed and make a copy for us, we’d appreciate it.”

“Of course. If you’d come with me, Detective. Are you sure I can’t get you something? Coffee?”