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anything useful to give you. Believe it."
"BelieveЕ"
"That's right. Now everything I've told your men is the truth. I've no reason to
lie, so you've got no reason to stall around here any longer. Get whatever you
need to help you with your case, then get out."
"I'll do that."
"Oh, and don't forget that you like me. We're old pals, you know."
"I know."
An idea struck me as I anticipated a possible future need. "And the same goes
for Charles Escott. If either of us calls you up wanting information on this or
any other case, it will be your pleasure to help. Got that?"
"Got it."
"Good." I broke off with the fish-eye work and gave him a chance to recover.
There was no telling how long my suggestions would last with him, especially the
ones that went against his nature, but they should be solid for a few weeks,
maybe even a few months before completely fading. Sooner or later he'd reassert
himself and be as annoying as ever. "Is there anything else I can help you with,
Lieutenant?" I asked, as Jack Armstrong as I could make it without sounding too
asinine.
Blair blinked once or twice, his posture relaxing somewhat, the way you do in a
friend's company. "I think that about covers it."
"Your best bet will be to check on the original owners. I got the lease through
Greener Pastures Real Estate. Try them."
"Thank you, I will."
"I'd also like you to keep the press off my back."
"Wouldn't we all?" he said, and this time his smile actually reached his eyes.
"I'll give a statement and tell them to get lost."
"I'd appreciate that. Your men find out anything about her?" I nodded toward the
alcove.
"Not really, only that she was young, probably pretty brunette, well-off, with a
strong need for attention. And the motive wasn't robbery."
"How do you get all that?"
"That dress, cut low in the back and the front as far as I can tell. Not many
old, ugly women wear those. There's still some bits of hair left on her head,
and she's wearing a gold necklace, matching bracelet, and some rings. They're
real, not dime-store. The killer left them behind."
So, Blair was good at his job after all. "Need for attention?"
"Women are funny about what colors they wear. Only the ones who want to be
noticed would go near a red like that."
Now I was impressed. I filed it all away to tell Escott later. Where the hell
was he, anyway? "Your people going to be here much longer?"
"A couple hours. I don't want your workmen in the area until we're finished.
I'll be sending people in tomorrow for more pictures and to pick up all those
bricks."
I didn't mind him cleaning away the rubble, but asked why.
"In case she or her killer left some kind of clue. There might be other hair,
fibers, or something else stuck in the mortar that could be useful."
He was starting to sound like my partner. "How long will that hold up my labor?"
"No telling. You'd better work on some other area of the club for the time
being."