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Cleo Short quit glaring at Lee and glared at me。 〃No。〃
〃Did she have any enemies that you knew of？〃
〃Just herself。〃
Lee said； 〃No cute answers； Pops。〃
I whispered； 〃Let him talk；〃 then said out loud； 〃Where did Elizabeth go when she left here in June of '43？〃
Short jabbed a finger at Lee。 〃You tell your pal he calls me Pops I call him stumblebum！ Tell him disrespect's a two…way street！ Tell him I repaired Chief CB Horrall's Maytag 821 model myself； and I mean air tight！〃
Lee walked into the bathroom； I saw him chasing a handful of pills with sink water。 I put on my calmest white hat voice： 〃Mr。 Short； where did Elizabeth go in June of '43？〃
Short said； 〃That palooka lays a hand on me； I'll fix his wagon air tight。〃
〃I'm sure you will。 Would you ans…〃
〃Betty moved up to Santa Barbara； got a job at the Camp Cooke PX。 She sent me a postcard in July。 It said some soldier beat her up bad。 That was the last I ever heard from her。〃
〃Did the card mention the soldier's name？〃
〃No。〃
〃Did it mention the names of any of her friends up at Camp Cooke？〃
〃No。〃
〃Any boyfriends？〃
〃Hah！〃
I put my pen down。 〃Why 'hah'？〃
The old man laughed so hard that I thought his chicken chest would explode。 Lee walked out of the bathroom； I gave him a sign to ease off。 He nodded and sat down next to me； we waited for Short to laugh himself out。 When he was down to a dry chortle； I said； 〃Tell me about Betty and men。〃
Short giggled。 〃She liked them and they liked her。 Betty believed in quantity before quality； and I don't think she was too good at saying no； unlike her mother。〃
〃Be specific；〃 I said。 〃Names； dates； descriptions。〃
〃You musta caught too many in the ring； Sonny； 'cause your seabag's leaky。 Einstein couldn't remember the names of all Betty's boyfriends； and my name ain't Albert。〃
〃Give us the names you do remember。〃
Short hooked his thumbs in his belt and rocked in the chair like a cut…rate cock of the walk。 〃Betty was man crazy； soldier crazy。 She went for lounge lizards and anything white in a uniform。 When she was supposed to be keeping house for me she was out prowling Hollywood Boulevard； cadging drinks off servicemen。 When she was staying here this place was like a branch of the USO。〃
Lee said； 〃Are you calling your own daughter a tramp？〃
Short shrugged。 〃I've got five daughters。 One bad apple ain't so bad。〃
Lee's anger was oozing out of him； I put a restraining hand on his arm and could almost feel his blood buzzing。 〃What about names； Mr。 Short？〃
〃Tom； Dick； Harry。 Those punks took one look at Cleo Short and amscrayed with Betty pronto。 That's as specific as I can get。 You look for anything not too ugly in a uniform； you won't go wrong。〃
I flipped to a fresh notebook page。 〃What about employment？ Was Betty holding down a job when she stayed here？〃
The old man shouted： 〃Betty's job was working for me！ She said she was looking for movie work； but that was a lie！ All she wanted to do was parade the Boulevard in those black getups of hers and chase men！ She ruined my bathtub dying her stuff black； then she took off before I could dock the damage out of her wages！ Prowling the streets like a black widow spider； no wonder she got hurt！ It's her mother's fault； not mine！ No…cunt shanty Irish bitch！ Not my fault！〃
Lee drew a hard finger across his throat； we walked out to the street； leaving Cleo Short screaming at his four walls。 Lee said； 〃Jesus fuck〃； I sighed； 〃Yeah；〃 thinking of the fact that we'd just been handed the entire U。S。 armed forces as suspects。
I dug in my pockets for a coin。 〃Toss you for who writes it up？〃
Lee said； 〃You do it； okay？ I want to stick at Junior Nash's pad and get some license numbers。〃
〃Try and get some sleep； too。〃
〃I will。〃
〃No； you won't。〃
〃I can't shit a shitter。 Look； will you go over to the house and keep Kay pany？ She's been worried about me； and I don't want her to be alone。〃
I thought of what I'd said at 39th and Norton last night…that statement of what all three of us knew but never talked about； that move forward that only Kay had the guts to take。 〃Sure； Lee。〃
* * *
I found Kay in her usual weeknight posture…reading on the living room couch。 She didn't look up when I walked in； she just blew a lazy smoke ring and said； 〃Hi； Dwight。〃
I took a chair across the coffee table from her。 〃How'd you know it was me？〃
Kay circled a passage in the book。 〃Lee stomps； you tread cautiously。〃
I laughed。 〃It's symbolic； but don't tell anybody。〃 Kay stubbed out her cigarette and put the book down。 〃You sound worried。〃
I said； 〃Lee's all bent out of shape on the dead girl。 He got us detached to work the investigation when we should be going after a priority warrantee； and he's taking Benzedrine and starting to go a little squirrely。 Has he told you about her？〃
Kay nodded。 〃A little。〃
〃Have you read the papers？〃
〃I've avoided them。〃
〃Well； the girl is being played up as the hottest number since the atom bomb。 There's a hundred men working a single homicide； Ellis Loew's looking to get fat off of it； Lee's cuckoo on the subject…〃
Kay disarmed my tirade with a smile。 〃And you were front page news on Monday； but you're stale bread today。 And you want to go after your big bad robber man and get yourself another headline。〃
〃Touché； but that's only part of it。〃
〃I know。 Once you got the headline； you'd hide out and not read the papers。〃
I sighed。 〃Jesus； I wish you weren't so much smarter than me。
〃And I wish you weren't so cautious and plicated。 Dwight； what is going to happen with us？〃
〃The three of us？〃
〃No； us。〃
I looked around the living room； all wood and leather and Deco chromium。 There was a glass…fronted mahogany cabinet； it was filled with Kay's cashmere sweaters； all the shades of the rainbow at forty dollars a pop。 The woman herself； South Dakota white trash molded by a cop's love； sat across from me； and for once I said exactly what was on my mind。 〃You'd never leave him。 You'd never leave this。 Maybe if you did； maybe if Lee and I were quits as partners； maybe then we'd have a chance together。 But you'd never give it all up。〃
Kay took her time lighting a cigarette。 Exhaling a breath of smoke； she said； 〃You know what he's done for me？〃
I said； 〃And for me。〃
Kay tilted her head back and eyed the ceiling； brushed stucco with mahogany wainscoting。 Blowing smoke rings； she said； 〃I had such a schoolgirl crush on you。 Bobby De Witt and Lee used to drag me to the fights。 I brought my sketch pad so I wouldn't feel like one of those awful women buttering up their men by pretending they liked it。 What I liked was you。 The way you made fun of yourself with your teeth； the way you covered up so you wouldn't get hit。 Then you joined the Department； and Lee told me how he heard you informed on those Japanese friends of yours。 I didn't hate you for it； it just made you seem more real to me。 The zoot suit thing； too。 You were my storybook hero； only the stories were real； little bits and pieces here and there。 Then the fight came alon