“I’ve heard the man was drunk.”
“Oh yeah, very. Looked like she’d been drinking
too, but not like him. He was a mess. I mean, this guy smelled to high heaven. Stunk up the whole back seat and I got a pretty fair tolerance for that kind of thing.”
“What about her? Can you tell me anything?”
“Can’t help you on that. It was late and dark and raining to beat the band. I just took ‘em where they said.”
“Did you talk to them?”
“Nope. I’m not the kind of cabbie engages in small talk with a fare. Most people aren’t interested and I get sick of repeating myself. Politics, weather, baseball scores. It’s all bull. They don’t want to talk to me and I don’t want to talk to them. I mean, if they ask me something I’m polite, don’t get me wrong, but I can’t manufacture chitchat to save my neck.”
“What about the two of them? They talk to each other?”
“Who knows? I tuned ‘em out.”
God, this was no help at all. “You remember anything else?”
“Not offhand. I’ll give it some thought, but it wasn’t any big deal. Sorry I can’t be a help.”
“Well, at least you’ve verified a hunch of mine and I appreciate that. Thanks for your time.”
“No problem.”
“Oh, one more thing. Where’d the fare originate?”
“Now that I got. You know that sleazeball bar on Milagro? That place. I picked ‘em up at the Hub.”
I sat and stared at the phone for a moment after he hung up. I felt like I was running a reel of film backwards, frame by frame. Daggett left the Hub Friday night in the company of a blonde. They apparently had a lot of drinks, a lot of laughs, staggered around in the rain together, fell down, and picked themselves up again. And little by little, block by block, she was steering him toward the marina, herding him toward the boat, guiding him out into the harbor on the last short ride of his life. She must have had a heart of stone and steadier nerves than mine.
I made some quick notes and tossed the index cards in the top drawer of my desk. I kicked off my slippers and laced up my tennies, then pulled on a sweatshirt. I snatched up the skirt and shoes, my handbag, and car keys and locked up, heading out to the VW. I’d start with Coral first. Maybe she’d know if Lovella was still in town. I was remembering now the fragment of conversation I’d overheard the night I eavesdropped on Billy and Coral. She’d been talking to Billy then about some woman. I couldn’t remember exactly what she’d said, but I did remember that. Maybe Coral had seen the woman I was looking for.
When I reached the trailer park, I found the trailer dimly lighted, as if someone had gone out and left a lamp burning to keep the burglars at bay. Billy’s Chevrolet was in the carport, the hood cold to the touch. I knocked on the door. After a moment, I heard footsteps bumping toward the front.
“Yeah?” Billy’s muffled voice came through the door.
“It’s Kinsey,” I said. “Is Coral here?”
“Uh-uh. She’s at work.”
“Can I talk to you?”
He hesitated. “About what?”
“Friday night. It won’t take long.”
There was a pause. “Wait a sec. Let me throw some clothes on.”
Moments later, he opened the door and let me in. He had pulled on a pair of jeans. Aside from that, he was barefoot and naked to the waist. His dark hair was tousled. He looked like he hadn’t worked out recently, but his arms and chest were still well developed, overlaid by a fine mat of dark hair.
The trailer was disordered-newspapers, magazines, dinner dishes for two still out on the table, the counters covered with canned goods, cracker boxes, bags of flour, sugar, and corn meal. There wasn’t a clear surface anywhere and no place to sit. The air was dense, smelling faintly of fresh cigarette smoke.
“Sorry to disturb you,” I said. He looked like he’d been screwing his brains out and I wondered who was in the bedroom. “You have company?”
He glanced toward the rear, his dimples surfacing. “No, I don’t. Why, are you interested?”
I smiled and shook my head, at the same time caught up in a flash fantasy of me and Billy Polo tangled up in sheets that smelled like him, musky and warm. His skin exuded a masculine perfume that conjured up images of all the trashy things we might do if the barriers went down. I kept my expression neutral, but I could feel my face tint with pink. “I have some questions I was hoping Coral might help me with.”
“So you said. Try the Hub. She’ll be there till closing time.”
I laid the skirt and shoes across the television set, which was the only bare surface I could find. “Do you know if these are hers?”
He glanced at the items, too canny to bite. “Where’d you get ‘em?”
“A friend of a friend. I thought you might know whose they were.”
“I thought this was supposed to be about Friday night.”
“It is. I talked to a cabbie who picked Daggett up at the Hub Friday night and dropped him off down near the wharf.”
“I’ll bite. So what?”
“A blonde was with him. The cabbie took them both. I figure she met him at the Hub, so I thought Coral might have had a look at her.”
Billy knew something. I could see it in his face. He was processing the information, trying to decide what it meant.
I was getting impatient. “Goddamn it, Billy, level with me!”
“I am!”
“No, you’re not. You’ve been lying to me since the first time you ever opened your mouth.”
“I have not,” he said hotly. “Name one thing.”
“Let’s start with Doug Polokowski. What’s your relation to him? Brother?”
He was silent. I stared at him, waiting him out.
“Half-brother,” he said grudgingly.
“Go on.”
His tone of voice dropped, apparently with embarrassment. “My mom and dad split up, but they were still legally married when she got pregnant by somebody else. I was ten and I hated the whole idea. I started gettin’ in trouble right about then so I spent half my time in Juvenile Hall anyway, which suited me just fine. She finally had me declared a whaddyou call ‘em… .”
“An out-of-control minor?”
“Yeah, one of them. Big deal. I didn’t give a fat rat’s ass. Let her dump us. Let her have a bunch more kids. She didn’t have any more sense than that, then to hell with her.”
“So you and Doug were never close?”
“Hardly. I used to see him now and then when I’d come home but we didn’t have much of a relationship.”
“What about you and your mother?”
“We’re okay. I got over it some. After Doug got killed, we did better. Sometimes it happens that way.”
“But you must have known Daggett was responsible.”
“Sure I knew. Of course I did. Mom wrote and told me he was bein’ sent up to San Luis. At first, I thought I’d get even with him. For her sake, if nothin’ else. But it didn’t work out like that. He was too pathetic. Know what I mean? Hell, I ended up almost feeling sorry for him. I despised him for the whiny little fucker that he
was, but I couldn’t leave him alone. It’s like I had to torment him. I liked to watch him squirm, which maybe makes me weird but it don’t make me a killer. I never murdered anybody in my life.”
“What about Coral? Where was she in all this?”
“Hey, you ask her.”
“Could she have been the one with Daggett that night? It sounds like Lovella to me, but I can’t be sure.”
“Why ask me? I wasn’t there.”
“Did Coral mention it?”
“I don’t want to talk about this,” he said, irritably.
“Come on. You talked to Daggett Thursday night. Did he mention this woman?”
“We didn’t talk about women,” Billy said. He began to snap the fingers of his right hand against his left palm, making a soft, hollow pop. I could feel myself going into a terrier pup mode, worrying the issue like a rawhide bone, knotted on both ends.
“He must have known who she was,” I said. “She didn’t just materialize out of the blue. She set him up. She knew what she was doing. It must have been a very carefully thought-out plan.”
The popping sound stopped and Billy’s tone took on a crafty note. “Maybe she was connected to the guys who wanted their money back,” he said.
I looked at him with interest. That really hadn’t occurred to me, but it didn’t sound bad. “Did you tip them off?”
“Listen, babe, I’m not a killer and I’m not a snitch. If Daggett had a beef with somebody, that was his lookout, you know?”