“Right.”
“Where’d you and she get together?”
“Mostly my place.”
“Never hers?”
“Hers on Tuesdays. Her day off.” He licked his lips. “I got another girlfriend, now. She doesn’t know about Mandy.” Flexing his fingers. “Only thing she’s gonna know now is I signed a lease, and all of a sudden no job.”
“What line of work is your new girlfriend in?”
“Not Mandy’s.” The hands were fists again. “Cashier, okay? She works at Thrifty Drug. Not even close to Mandy in the looks department but that’s fine with me. She lives out in Indio, we been talking about moving in together.”
“Where’d you meet?”
“Here. What’s it matter? At a party.”
“Where’d you meet Mandy?”
“On the floor at my casino. I was good so they put me on the 500-dollar table and she used to hang around there. She played once in a while but I knew what she was after.”
“What?”
“Snagging a high roller. She used to look for the highest pile of chips, edge her way over to the table wearing a low-cut dress, lean over, blow in the guy’s ear, you know.”
“Did it work?”
“What do you think?”
“She have regulars?”
“I don’t know, man. Can I go?”
“Soon, Ted,” said Milo. “So what you’re telling me is in terms of your relationship she called all the shots.”
“I let her,” said Barnaby. “She was gorgeous. But I learned. Like the song. If you wanna be happy, marry an ugly girl.”
“You and Mandy ever talk marriage?”
“Right. Picket fence, two kids, and a fucking station wagon. I told you—she liked stuff.”
“Clothes and jewelry and cars.”
“Yeah.”
“And coke.”
Barnaby’s hands clenched again. He looked upward. “I am not getting into that.”
“Why not?”
“You got no rights on the reservation, I’m just talking to you ’cause I cared about Mandy. I can walk anytime. It’s my right.”
“True,” said Milo. “But what happens if I drive over to Cathedral City PD and tell them about your past?”
“What past?”
“Vegas cops said you and Mandy used heavily and that you were her source.”
“Bullshit.”
“They said after she died you used even more. That’s why no one in Vegas wanted you back.”
The sweat on Barnaby’s creviced face gave it the look of a fresh-glazed doughnut. He turned his back on us. The scars on his neck stood out like braille. “Why’re you doing this to me?”
“I’m not doing anything to you, Ted. I just want to know as much as possible about Mandy.”
“And I’m telling you what I know!”
“I brought up the dope because I’m interested in Mandy’s lifestyle.”
“Her lifestyle? What do you think it was? Doing johns!”
“Dope means bad guys. Bad guys hurt people.”
Barnaby didn’t answer.
“Did she owe money to anyone?” said Milo.
“I never saw her bankbook.”
“Any of the guys you bought coke from pissed at her?”
“You say I bought for her.”
“Any bad guys pissed at her?”
“Not that I knew.”
“She trade sex for coke?”
“Not that I knew.”
“And you never set her up to do that?”
“I’m no pimp.”
“Just her spare-time buddy.”
“Look,” said Barnaby, “it wasn’t like that. I had nothing over her, she was her own boss. She liked me ’cause I listened to her. I’m a good listener, okay? Work the casinos, you hear sad stories all day long.”
“What were Mandy’s problems?”
“She didn’t have any that I saw.”
“Happy girl.”
“Seemed to be.”
“And you have no idea who her regulars were?”
“No.”
“The night she was killed, did she say anything about who she was going to meet?”
Barnaby massaged his neck. “You’re not getting it. She never said anything about work.”
“You told Vegas you were working that night.”
“I didn’t have to tell them. Tons of people saw me. I didn’t even find out about her being killed until the next day when I called her and some cop picked up the phone. They asked me to drive over to the station. Then they asked me to go to the morgue and identify her.”
“Did she work anywhere else but her apartment?”
“Probably.”
“Probably?”
“If she picked up some player and he had a room in the casino, they probably went upstairs.”