“Big wheels, jacked and black,” I said. “Pretty macho.”

“My ex-girlfriend says you’re secure in your masculinity, you don’t need to pimp your wheels.” Sommers laughed. “But maybe she was just making me feel good about my turdmobile.”

“Brown Acura?”

“That’s a nice way to put it,” said Sommers. “Used to be my parents’ cleaning lady’s. She got a new one, I glommed El Crappo. You guys suspect Clark of a rip-off, like an insurance scam?”

“Clark?”

“He looks just like Clark Kent plus dude’s attitude is kind of … I guess you’d say self-righteous.”

I said, “Takes himself seriously.”

“Jump in the phone booth and save Metropolis,” said Sommers.

“Who does he hang out with?”

“No bros but lots of girls. Mostly I hear them rather than see them.”

“Thin walls.”

Sommers laughed. “Not that, at least that would be entertaining. More like they talk, wake me up. Like it’s the morning and I’m hearing chick voices. I keep flexible hours because I have clients in Asia, try to catch Z’s whenever I can. When he’s here it’s like Chick Central. And chicks talk.”

Milo clucked sympathetically as he drew out a photo of Charlene/Qeesha. Any hint the image was a mug shot had been removed. Still, she didn’t look happy to be posing.

“Robert, ever see this girl with Wedd?”

“Not for a while.”

“But you have seen her.”

“Sure,” said Sommers. “I remember her because she was the only black chick. Also, she was pregnant, like out to here, I’m like whoa, Clark thinks he’s a superhero but he forgot the condom. I kinda felt sorry for her because she was in and out a lot—more than the others. And he’s playing around with other chicks when she’s not here.”

“When’s the last time you saw her?”

“Hmm … maybe a half year ago? It was a while.”

“You ever see any conflict between them?”

Sommers said, “You know, one time, guess it was the last time, I heard the door slam and I looked out the blinds and saw her leaving, she’s walking real fast. But he didn’t go after her and I didn’t hear them hassling, so I don’t know, is that conflict—is that like from a mug shot?”

Milo said, “It is, Robert.”

“She’s a criminal type? Her and Clark are doing car scams together?”

“She was here more than the others?”

“Definitely. Most of the chicks you saw them once, twice.” Sommers twirled a dread. “The black chick I saw maybe … six times, seven times?”

I said, “He’s into one-night stands.”

“Guess so.” He snorted. “Playah Clark.”

Milo showed him a picture of Adriana Betts.