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"Whats that?"
"I know she hasnt lived here long. And I know everything is rented. . . but still. . . I cant get over the feeling that this place has a contrived look. I cant quite put my finger on why. "
Connor smiled. "Very good, Lieutenant. It does have a contrived look. And theres a reason for it. "
He handed me a Polaroid photo. It showed the bathroom we were standing in. The jeans kicked in the corner. The towel hanging. The curlers on the counter. But it was taken with one of those ultra-wide-angle cameras that distort everything. The SID teams sometimes used them for evidence.
"Where did you get this?"
"From the trash bin in the hall, by the elevators. "
"So it must have been taken earlier tonight. "
"Yes. Notice anything different about the room?"
I examined the Polaroid carefully. "No, it looks the same. . . wait a minute. Those pictures stuck in her mirror. They arent in the Polaroid. Those pictures have been added. "
"Exactly. " Connor walked back into the bedroom. He picked up one of the framed pictures on the dresser. "Now look at this one," he said. "Miss Austin and a Japanese friend in Shinjuku Station in Tokyo. She was probably drawn to the Kabukich? section - or perhaps she was just shopping. Notice the right-hand edge of the picture. See the narrow strip thats lighter in color?"
"Yes. " And I understood what that strip meant: there had been another picture on top of this one. The edge of this picture had stuck out, and was sun-faded. "The overlying picture has been removed. "
"Yes," Connor said.
"The apartment has been searched. "
"Yes," Connor said. "A very thorough job. They came in earlier tonight, took Polaroids, searched the rooms, and then put things back the way they were. But its impossible to do that exactly. The Japanese say artlessness is the most difficult art. And these men cant help themselves, theyre obsessive. So they leave the picture frames a little too squared-off on the counter, and the perfume bottles a little too carefully cluttered. Everything is a little forced. Your eye can see it even if your brain doesnt register it. "
I said, "But why search the room? What pictures did they remove? Her with the killer?"
"Thats not clear," Connor said. "Evidently her association with Japan, and with Japanese men, was not objectionable. But there was something they had to get right away, and it can only be - "
Then, from the living room, a tentative voice said, "Lynn? Honey? You here?"
Chapter 9
She was silhouetted in the doorway, looking in. Barefooted, wearing shorts and a tank top. I couldnt see her face well, but she was obviously what my old partner Anderson would call a snake charmer.
Connor showed his badge. She said her name was Julia Young. She had a Southern accent, and a slight slur to her speech. Connor turned on the light and we could see her better. She was a beautiful girl. She came into the room hesitantly.
"I heard the music - is she here? Is Cherylynn okay? I know she went to that party tonight. "
"I havent heard anything," Connor said, with a quick glance at me. "Do you know Cherylynn?"
"Well, sure. I live right across the hall, in number eight. Why is everybody in her room?"
"Everybody?"
"Well, you two. And the two Japanese guys. "
"When were they here?"
"I dont know. Maybe half an hour ago. Is it something about Cherylynn?"
I said, "Did you get a look at the men, Miss Young?" I was thinking she might have been looking out of the peephole of her door.
"Well, I guess. I said hello to them. "
"Hows that?"
"I know one of them pretty well. Eddie. "
"Eddie?"
"Eddie Sakamura. We all know Eddie. Fast Eddie. "
I said, "Can you describe him?"
She gave me a funny look. "Hes the guy in the pictures - the young guy with the scar on his hand. I thought everybody knew Eddie Sakamura. Hes in the newspaper all the time. Charities and stuff. Hes a big party guy. "
I said, "Do you have any idea how I could find him?"
Connor said, "Eddie Sakamura is part owner of a Polynesian restaurant in Beverly Hills called Bora Bora. He hangs out there. "
"Thats him," Julia said. "That place is like his office. I cant stand it myself, its too noisy. But Eddies just running around, chasing those big blondes. He loves to look up to a girl. "
She leaned against a table, and pushed her full brown hair back from her face seductively. She looked at me and gave a little pout. "You two guys partners?"
"Yes," I said.
"He showed me his badge. But you didnt show me yours. "
I took out my wallet. She looked at it. "Peter," she said, reading. "My very first boyfriend was named Peter. But he wasnt as handsome as you. " She smiled at me.
Connor cleared his throat and said, "Have you been in Cherylynns apartment before?"
"Well, I guess. I live right across the way. But she hasnt been in town much lately. Seems like shes always traveling. "
"Traveling where?"
"All over. New York, Washington, Seattle, Chicago. . . all over. She has this boyfriend who travels a lot. She meets him. Actually I think she just meets him when his wife isnt around. "
"This boyfriend is married?"
"Well, theres something in the way. You know. Obstructing. "
"Do you know who he is?"
"No. She once said hed never come to her apartment. Hes some big important guy. Real rich. They send the jet for her, and off she goes. Whoever he is, he drives Eddie crazy. But Eddie is the jealous type, you know. Got to be iro otoko to all the girls. The sexy lover. "
Connor said, "Is Cheryls relationship a secret? With this boyfriend?"
"I dont know. I never thought it was. Its just real intense. Shes madly in love with the guy. "
"Shes madly in love?"
"You cant imagine. Ive seen her drop everything to run and meet him. One night she comes over, gives me two tickets to the Springsteen concert, but shes all excited because shes going to Detroit. Shes got her little carry-on in her hand. Shes got her little nice-girl dress on. Because he just called ten minutes ago and said, Meet me. Her face all bright, she looks about five years old. I dont know why she cant figure it out. "
"Figure what out?"
"This guy is just using her. "
"Why do you say that?"
"Cherylynn is beautiful, and real sophisticated-looking. Shes worked all over the world as a model, mostly in Asia. But deep down shes a small-town girl. I mean, Midland is an oil town, theres lots of money, but its still a small town. And Cherylynn wants the ring on the finger and the kids and the dog in the yard. And this guy isnt going to do it. She hasnt figured it out. "
I said, "But you dont know who this man is?"
"No, I dont. " A sly look crossed her face. She shifted her body, dropping one shoulder so her breasts thrust forward. "But youre not really here because of some old boyfriend, are you?"
Connor nodded. "Not really, no. "
Julia smiled in a knowing way. "Its Eddie, isnt it?"
"Umm," Connor said.
"I knew it," she said. "I knew hed get in trouble sooner or later. We all talked about it, all the girls here in the Arms. " She made a vague gesture. "Because hes just going too fast. Fast Eddie. You wouldnt think he was Japanese. Hes so flashy. "
Connor said, "Hes from Osaka?"
"His fathers a big industrialist there, with Daimatsu. Hes a nice old guy. When he comes over to visit, sometimes he sees one of the girls on the second floor. And Eddie. Eddie was supposed to get educated here for a few years, then go home to work for the kaisha, the company. But he wont go home. He loves it here. Why not? Hes got everything. He buys a new Ferrari every time he bangs up the old one. Hes got more money than God. Hes lived here long enough, hes just like an American. Handsome. Sexy. And with all the drugs. You know, real party animal. Whats in Osaka for him?"
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p; I said, "But you said you always knew. . . "
"That hed get in trouble? Sure. Because of that crazy side. That edge. " She shrugged. "A lot of them have it. These guys come over from Tokyo, and even if they have a sh?kai, an introduction, you still have to be careful. They think nothing of dropping ten or twenty thousand in a night. Its like a tip for them. Leave it on the dresser. But then, what they want to do - at least, some of them. . . "
She drifted into silence. Her eyes had a vacant, unfocused look. I didnt say anything, I just waited. Connor was looking at her, nodding sympathetically.
Abruptly, she began to speak again, as if unaware of the pause. "And to them," she said, "their wishes, their desires, its just as natural as leaving the tip. Its completely natural to them. I mean, I dont mind a little golden shower or whatever, handcuffs, you know. Maybe a little spanking if I like the guy. But I wont let anybody cut me. I dont care how much money. None of those things with knives or swords. . . But they can be. . . A lot of them, they are so polite, so correct, but then they get turned on, they have this. . . this way. . . " She broke off, shaking her head. "Theyre strange people. "
Connor glanced at his watch. "Miss Young, youve been very helpful. We may need to speak to you again. Lieutenant Smith will take your phone number - "
"Yes, of course. "
I flipped open my pad.
Connor said, "Im going to have a word with the doorman. "
"Shinichi," she said.
Connor left. I took down Julias number. She licked her lips as she watched me write. Then she said, "You can tell me. Did he kill her?"
"Who?"
"Eddie. Did he kill Cherylynn?"
She was a pretty girl but I could see the excitement in her eyes. She was looking at me with a steady gaze. Her eyes were shining. It was creepy. I said, "Why do you ask?"
"Because. He was always threatening to. Like this afternoon, he threatened her. "
I said, "Eddie was here this afternoon?"
"Sure. " She shrugged. "Hes here all the time. He came to see her this afternoon, real worked up. They put extra soundproofing to the walls in this building when they took it over. But even so, you could hear them scream at each other in her apartment. Him and Cherylynn. Shed have on her Jerry Lee Lewis, the one she played day and night until you just about went crazy, and theyd be screaming and throwing things. Hed always say, Ill kill you, Ill kill you, you bitch. So. Did he?"
"I dont know. "
"But shes dead?" Her eyes still shining.
"Yes. "
"It had to happen," she said. She seemed completely calm. "We all knew it. It was just a matter of time. If you want, call me. If you need more information. "
"Yes. I will. " I gave her my card. "And if you think of anything else, you can call me at this number. "
She slipped it into the hip pocket of her shorts, twisting her body. "I like talking to you, Peter. "
"Yes. Okay. "
I walked down the corridor. When I got to the end I looked back. She was standing in her doorway, waving good-bye.
Chapter 10
Connor was using the phone in the lobby while the doorman stared sullenly at him, as if he wanted to stop him, but couldnt think of a reason why.
"Thats right," Connor was saying. "All the outgoing calls from that phone between eight and ten p. m. Thats right. " He listened for a moment. "Well, I dont care if your data isnt organized that way, just get it for me. How long will it take? Tomorrow? Dont be ridiculous. What do you think this is? I need it within two hours. Ill call you back. Yes. Fuck you, too. " He hung up. "Lets go, k?hai. "
We walked outside to the car.
I said, "Checking your contacts?"
"Contacts?" He looked puzzled. "Oh. Graham said something to you about my contacts. I dont have any special informants. He just thinks I do. "
"He mentioned the Arakawa case. "
Connor sighed. "That old thing. " We walked toward the car. "You want to know that story? Its simple. Two Japanese nationals get killed. The department puts detectives on the case who cant speak Japanese. Finally, after a week, they give the case to me. "
"And what did you do?"
"The Arakawas were staying at the New Otani Hotel. I got the phone records of the calls they made to Japan. I called those numbers, and spoke to some people in Osaka. Then I called Osaka and talked to the police there. Again, in Japanese. They were surprised to hear we didnt know the whole story. "
"I see. "
"Not quite," Connor said. "Because the police department here was very embarrassed. The press had gone out on a limb, criticizing the department. All sorts of people had sent flowers. There had been a big show of sympathy for what turned out to be gangsters. A lot of people were embarrassed. So the whole thing became my fault. I had done something underhanded to solve the case. Pissed me off, I can tell you. "
"Thats why you went to Japan?"
"No. Thats another story. "
We came to the car. I looked back at the Imperial Arms, and saw Julia Young standing at the window, staring down at us. "Shes seductive," I said.
"The Japanese call women like that shirigaru onna. They say she has a light ass. " He opened the car door, and got in. "But shes on drugs. We cant trust anything she told us. Even so, theres starting to be a pattern I dont like. " He glanced at his watch, and shook his head. "Damn. Were taking too long. Wed better go to the Palomino, to see Mr. Cole. "
I started driving south, toward the airport. Connor sat back in his seat and folded his arms across his chest. He stared at his feet, looking unhappy.
"Why do you say theres a pattern you dont like?"