“I guess that doesn’t matter, huh?” she said with a cheery smile. “Anyway, Rue took her home. Rue’s really good at taking care of us dancers. She used to be one. Maybe I should call Mitzie and see how she’s doing.”
“I’m sure she’d appreciate that.” A tangle of information it might have been, Eve thought, but it corroborated Rue MacLean’s alibi. “Why don’t you tell me about the last time you saw Taj.”
“Okay.” Nancie sat back, wiggled her butt into the cushions, and folded her hands, tidy as a schoolgirl, in her lap. “I had two shows that night, plus the two group dances, and three private performances, so I was kind of busy. On my first break, I saw Taj eating a chicken sandwich. I said, ‘Hey, Taj, that looks good enough to eat.’ You know, like a joke, because you make a sandwich to eat it.”
“Ha,” Eve managed.
“So he laughed a little and said that it was, and that his wife had made it for him. I got a soda pop, a Cherry Fizz, and said how I’d see him later because I had to go change costumes.”
“Did you talk about anything else?”
“No, just his chicken sandwich. Then I went back to change, and the dressing room was a real zoo. One of the girls, that’s Dottie, couldn’t find her red wig, and like I told you, Mitzie—”
“Yes, we covered Mitzie.”
“Uh-huh. One of the other girls, I think it was Charmaine, was telling Mitzie how she should say good riddance, which only made Mitzie cry harder, so Wilhimena, who used to be a guy but opted for the sex change, told her to shut up. Charmaine, I mean, not Mitzie. And everybody was running around because we had a group dance coming up. So we did that, the group dance, then I had a private. I saw Taj working the bar, and I waved.”
Her ears were going to start ringing in a minute. Eve was sure of it. “Was he talking to anyone in particular?”
“Not that I noticed. He had a way of working the bar so everybody had their drink and didn’t get all huffy. So I did the private for this businessman from Toledo. He said it was his birthday, but sometimes they say stuff like that so you’ll do extra, but Rue doesn’t want any of the dancers doing extra unless they’re licensed. He gave me a hundred tip anyway, then I had a turn in the spinner, that’s the level that revolves. I don’t really remember seeing Taj again till closing because we were pretty packed. I wanted another Cherry Fizz, and he got me one, and I sat at the bar for a little while after the place cleared out, just unwinding, sort of.”
She sucked in a breath, Eve opened her mouth. But Nancie recovered first. “Oh, and Viney was sick. Um, Nester Vine. We girls call him Viney ’cause he’s long and skinny. Isn’t it funny how sometimes people look just like their names? Anyway, he was all pale and sweaty and kept going back to the john until Taj told him to go home and take care of himself. I was feeling a little blue because I heard how Joey got engaged to Barbie Thomas back home.”
“In Utumwa.”
“Right. She was always chasing after him.” Nancie frowned over it, then appeared to let it go. “So Taj was being sweet and telling me not to fret over that. How I was a pretty young girl and would find the right man when the time came. He said how when you found the right person, that was just it, and you didn’t even have to wonder about it. I’d just know. I could tell he was thinking about his wife, because he always got this soft look in his eyes when he thought about her. It made me feel good, so I stayed a little longer. Viney should have been there to close up with him, but he was sick. Did I tell you that?”
“Yes,” Eve said, a little dizzy. “You did.”
“Okay, he was sick, like I said. We aren’t really supposed to close up alone, but sometimes we do. Taj said to me how it was getting late, and I should go on home. He said he’d call me a cab, but I was going to take the subway. He wouldn’t let me, because the streets can be dangerous at night, so I called a cab, and he waited at the door until I got in it. That was like him,” she said, and her eyes went damp again. “He was sweet that way.”
“Did he tell you anything about expecting a friend to come by that night?”
“I don’t think. . .” She trailed off, pursed her lips. “Maybe. Maybe he did, when I was crying the blues a little over Joey, and missing my friends from home, I think he said something about how friends were always friends. I think maybe he said he was looking forward to seeing a friend later. But I didn’t take it to mean that night, at the club. Anyway.” She sighed, dabbed under her eyes with a fingertip. “A friend didn’t hurt Taj that way. Friends don’t do that.”
It depends, Eve thought. It very much depends on the friend.
chapter five
Eve calculated she could spend the next three days interviewing strippers, table dancers, customers, and club crawlers, or she could zero in on Max Ricker.
It wasn’t a tough choice, but both areas had to be covered.
She walked into the detectives’ squad room, scanned faces. Some cops worked the ’links, others wrote reports or studied data. A team was taking a statement from a civilian who appeared to be more excited than distressed. The scent of bad coffee and aging disinfectant stung the air.
She knew these cops. Some were sharper than others, but all of them did the job. Pulling rank here had never been her style, and she thought she could get what she wanted without resorting to it now.
She waited until the civilian, looking flushed and pleased with himself, left the bullpen.
“Okay, listen up.”
A dozen faces turned in her direction. She watched expressions shift. Every one of them knew the case in her hands. No, she thought when ’links were disengaged
and screens ignored. She wouldn’t have to pull rank.
“I’ve got over six hundred potential witnesses to either eliminate or interview in the matter of Detective Taj Kohli. I could use some help. Those of you who aren’t on priority cases or who can see their way clear to put in a couple of extra hours over the next few days can see either me or Peabody.”
Baxter was the first to get to his feet. He was an occasional pain in the ass, Eve thought, but Christ, he was dependable as sunrise.