Chapters (73)
‘Yeah, vodka and lemonade. She didn’t touch a drop. I already talked to you people. I carded her when she got to the bar, but I didn’t remember her name or where she was from. All I look at is the birth date.’
‘How long was she there?’
‘Couple hours.’
‘Did you talk to her?’
‘Sure. We were BFFs. “What can I bring you?” “Vodka and lemonade.” “You still okay on that drink?” “Fine, thanks.”’
Anna had a supple voice. Harsh and gravelly when she was being herself, as if she could scare off the world. Sweet and convincing when she channeled Kelly Hauswirth. When you lived on the street, you learned to be whoever your next meal ticket needed you to be.
‘Did Kelly say who she was meeting?’
‘No.’
‘Anybody hit on her?’ Serena asked.
‘You saw what she looked like. Lots of guys hit on her. She shot them all down.’
‘Are there guys in the bar who don’t take no for an answer?’
‘Sure, we’ve got plenty of those. I ran interference with anyone that was getting too fresh. The boys don’t mess with me. If I tell them to back off, that’s what they do.’
‘So you had to help Kelly with some of them?’
Anna tugged her wool cap lower on her forehead. ‘I told some of the drunker ones to leave her alone. It was no big deal.’
‘Have you seen others like her in the bar? Girls waiting for somebody? Maybe a girl from out of town, with a suitcase?’
‘No, but like I said, I’m a part-timer.’
Serena nodded. She didn’t think Anna was sharing everything she knew, but talking to cops was an occupational hazard. ‘Tell me something, Anna. Does Cat have a boyfriend?’
‘You should ask her about that,’ Anna replied. ‘Not me.’
‘She says no.’
The girl shrugged. ‘Then I guess she doesn’t.’
‘If Cat shows up here again, I’d appreciate it if you give me a call.’
‘So you can come drag her out?’
‘Exactly.’
‘You’re a real mother superior,’ Anna said.
‘No, but I’ve been in her shoes,’ Serena told her. ‘And yours.’
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Janine Snow waited for her visitor.
To her surprise, she found that she looked forward to visits from Howard Marlowe. He came twice a month during the summers, less frequently during the school year. He told her about his research, his book, his determination to find evidence to set her free. When he ran out of things to say about Jay’s murder, which wasn’t often, he talked about his life, his dreams, his students, his daughter, and his wife.