“Can I go up and look at her room?” I asked abruptly. “Maybe she left something behind, some sign of why she bolted.”
The night man scrutinized me through drink-softened eyes. After asking for a look at my driver’s license, he decided I passed whatever internal test he was running. We went back to the stairs and followed him as he trudged heavily to the third floor. Michael asked me in an urgent whisper if I had any idea where she might have gone.
“Hm-umh.” I shook my head impatiently. “Probably the only friend she had from the Indiana Arms is in the hospital still and doesn’t have a place to stay anyway.”
The night man laboriously fiddled with the keys at his belt until he found one to unlock Elena’s room. He flipped a switch that turned on the naked bulb overhead. The room was bare. Elena had left the nylon bedding jumbled. It hung over the end, trailing on the floor, exposing the thin pad of a mattress as a tawdry indictment of the whole room.
I shook out the bedding. The only thing concealed in it was a bra turned gray and shapeless with age. Elena had emptied the plastic chest. Nothing remained in the box under the bed. Since the night man had a master key it was always possible he’d been there already to clean it out, but as far as I knew Elena didn’t have any valuables to leave. The bra seemed like such a forlorn relic that I folded it and stuffed it in my shoulder bag.
I shook my head uselessly. “Maybe I could talk to some of the other residents. See if any of them know why she might have left.”
The night man rubbed his big hands along the sides of his pants. “You can, of course, but when they see your boyfriend here is a cop, they probably won’t want to talk to you. Besides, I don’t think your aunt knew anyone here that good,”
When she was drunk she might have said anything to anyone, even people she’d never seen before in her life. Someone she’d shared a bottle with would seem like a lifelong friend. I asked the night man when he came on—he would be easier to work with than the daytime chatelaine.
“Six. I’m off tomorrow and Tuesday.”
So if I wanted to question the residents, I should do it tonight. My shoulders slumped dejectedly.
Michael was watching me sympathetically. “Look, Vic. Why don’t you put together a good description. I’ll get it out to the uniforms. If we’re looking for her hard, we have a good chance of turning her up and it’ll save some wear and tear on you.”
“Thanks.” I smiled gratefully. It was that kind of concerned gesture that had always been his most attractive trait.
We followed the night man back downstairs. Before we left I decided to secure Elena’s room for her through October, The night man—I finally got his name—Fred Cameron—took my money and wrote out a receipt in a large clumsy hand.
Back in Michael’s Corvette, I gave a careful description of Elena, including what I could recall of her wardrobe. He relayed it through the radio, underscoring the urgency of finding her, and asking that any sighting be reported directly to him.
As we turned south I asked when Elena had been seen soliciting. “If she’s been seen since Thursday, the places she’s been spotted are probably close to where she’s hanging out.”
“Good point. I’ll check the reports when I get back to the station.” He swooped around a car in an intersection and speeded into the southbound Broadway traffic. It’s that kind of maneuver I’ve always liked least in him.
“You don’t have any idea why she would have taken off like that, do you?” he asked.
“No. Something must have scared her, but I don’t know what. She was kind of friendly with the young woman who died at the Rapelec site. I know she was shaken when I told her about it, but she didn’t take off until late the night after I told her. I don’t have a clue. I suppose I will have to talk to some of the residents.”
He pulled up in front of my building and gunned the engine a bit. “Despite what that guy Cameron said, Vic, I think people will talk to me. Why don’t you let me handle it—you’re too close to the situation and that always makes for a bad interrogation.”
I agreed readily, even willingly. After a pause I asked if they’d turned up anything on Cerise to explain why she’d chosen the Rapelec site to shoot up.
“Nope. We only came out because Boots has some money in the project and he wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything funny about a dead body there. He’s sensitive to scandals around election time. Uncle Bobby was plenty mad about being dragged into it, I can tell you. And Ernie was pissed that you came around afterwards.”
“I know—he called and told me.”
Michael fiddled with the ignition key, “Look, Vic—I’m sorry I acted so dumb that night. It was just jealousy seeing you with another guy when you told me you were too busy to go out last week.”