Novak pulled out his badge as Julia held up hers. “We’re here to talk to you about the Hangman case.”
Tanner’s chair squeaked as he leaned back. “Hangman? I haven’t heard that name in years. Why do you guys care about him?”
“We’re reviewing the case,” Julia said. “There’s no statute of limitations on murder.”
Tanner rose and ran his hand through his hair. “So what do you want from me? I was cleared of all charges in my wife’s death when that psycho killer murdered those other women.”
“Bear with us,” Julia said. The strain in her voice suggested making nice wasn’t her talent. “We’re interviewing all those involved in the three 1992 cases.”
“Those involved? Sounds nice the way you put it. You mean suspects, right?” Tanner asked.
Julia didn’t rise to the bait. “Do you remember the last time you saw your wife?”
Tanner eyed her and didn’t respond right away. Realizing the cops weren’t leaving without answers, he sighed his resignation. “Yeah, sure, I remember. She was working at the bar. She was supposed to get off early that night so she could go out with a friend. It was a Tuesday. One of our slowest nights, so I told her to go and enjoy herself. She worked long hours to make the bar a success . . .” The man’s voice trailed off.
“Where were Rene and this friend meeting that night?” Julia asked.
“I didn’t know. Rene was a free spirit, and she didn’t like it when I asked too many questions.” He shifted, straightened his shoulders. “I told all this to the cops a million different times. They were so sure I had done it that they kept asking me the same question over and over again. But the answer was the answer. I didn’t know where she went.”
“You and your wife had a volatile marriage, Mr. Tanner,” Julia said. “The cops responded to a couple of domestic disturbance calls.”
“We had our ups and downs.” He pointed to a scar on his forehead. “She could give as good as she got,” Tanner said.
“Who was the friend she went out with?” Novak asked.
“That I do remember. Rita. I never got Rita’s last name. She worked at another bar up the street.”
“Rita?” Novak asked. A connection between the two women underscored his belief that the Hangman had killed Rita. “You sure about that name?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. Rita was coming around. She and Rene hit it off. It was hard to forget Rita. The woman had tits that could make a man sit up and beg for more.”
“What can you tell us about Rita?” Julia asked.
“Is she the newest suspect?” Tanner challenged.
“She’s a part of the picture,” Julia said. “She might have been the last person to see Rene.”
“Why aren’t you talking to her, then?” Tanner asked.
Novak ignored the question. “What do you remember about Rita?”
“Other than the tits? Reddish hair. Big laugh. Easy on the eyes. Always good for business to have a hot working girl hanging around. She wasn’t always so smart. Probably why she was arrested so much that summer.”
“I don’t remember you mentioning Rita’s name in the initial interview,” Novak said.
“I told ’em,” he said. “I can’t help it if they didn’t write her name in the files. They wrote everything else down that I said.”
Novak kept his expression blank. “The distance between Stella’s and Billy’s is eight blocks?” Novak asked.
“Stella’s. I haven’t heard that name in a long time. I sold the place a year after Rene died. Too many memories. But yeah, eight blocks is right. The area was different then. Rough. But the rent was cheap and it was a chance for Rene and me to get a start.”
“You were partners with Rene in the bar, right?” Novak asked.
“Yeah. Half and half. And yes, I did inherit her half when she died. It was the motive the cops focused on over and over. And for the record, I sold the bar at a loss.”
“Did anyone see her and Rita walking in the area that night?” Julia challenged.
“I asked around, but no one really noticed. Read the old case files. Those two detectives talked to everyone on the street. Acted like it was their personal vendetta to catch the killer.”
“Isn’t that what cops are supposed to do?” Novak asked.
“That’s what happens in the nice neighborhoods, but it didn’t happen around here much. Everybody knew this area was the Wild West back in the day when I first came here. Park a car too far down the hill and expect to lose hubcaps or tires. Walk alone at night, odds were you’d get mugged.”
“So Rene leaves here about when?”
“Eight o’clock on a Tuesday night,” Tanner said.
“And she doesn’t make it home. What happened next?” Julia asked.
“When I woke up, I didn’t notice she wasn’t there right away.”
“Why? She was your wife,” Julia said.
“We weren’t sleeping in the same room at the time. I’ve never slept well. Getting up and lying down all the time was driving her crazy. She moved into the guest room in our loft. It was supposed to be for a night or two, but by the time she died, it had been months. Honestly, I think she liked it that way. Rene wanted her privacy.”
“So you wake up, get your coffee, and go on about your day?” Novak asked.
“Yeah. I almost looked in on her, but I had to get to the bar. We were expecting a delivery. The workday started, and I lost track of time. It wasn’t until she didn’t show up for her shift that I got worried.”
“What did you do?” Julia asked.
“Called the apartment. The answering machine kept picking up. By the time I left the third message, I was pissed.”
“You made nasty threats on that tape,” Julia said. “I remember, I’m going to mess you up if you don’t haul your ass over here.”
“How do you remember shit like that?” Tanner asked.
“I read the transcripts in the files a few times,” she said.
Tanner shrugged. “I could talk rough to Rene when I was mad, but she could be the same way with me. Like I said, she gave as good as she got. Maybe it wasn’t the healthiest way, but it’s all we knew.”
“So she wasn’t answering the phone,” Novak prompted.
“Yeah. So I went by our apartment, and she wasn’t there. I thought she was sleeping one off. I called Rita at her work.”
“Billy’s?” Julia prompted.
“Yeah. Rita said she hadn’t seen Rene since about midnight. They shared drinks and laughs, and then Rita met up with her boyfriend. Again, I thought it was a Girls Gone Wild kind of scenario. But when Rene didn’t show after a few days, I called the police. They sent a beat cop to take my missing persons report. The cop didn’t look too worried. He figured my wife would probably show up when she was good and ready.”
“She ever take off for a couple of days?” Novak asked.
“Sure. Sometimes. But she always came back.”