Connections in Death (In Death, #48)- J. D. Robb Page 0,43
walked out to Peabody in the bullpen. “Where are they?”
“Interview B.”
Eve waved Peabody down again. “I’ve got this. I need you to notify Duff’s next of kin, and I want to know the last contact. You know the drill. I need you to run a search on his journal for any mentions of Strong, Duff, the Bangers. When we’re done here, we’re meeting Rochelle at the apartment.”
She headed out, walked down, and opened the door of Interview B.
Strong sat beside a man who rivaled Feeney’s explosion of ginger hair. He had pale green eyes to go with it that, right now, were blurred with clouds of grief. He had a long, sharp nose, and a long, thin neck that made his face—between the explosion and the stem—look oddly oversized. A single silver stud glinted in his left ear.
“Matt, this is Lieutenant Dallas.”
He got to his feet, a skinny guy in a gray sweatshirt, and extended his hand. “Lieutenant. Anything I can do to help you.”
“I appreciate you coming in so quickly, Mr. Fenster.”
“Matt. Just Matt.”
She sat across from him. “I understand you were close to Lyle. I’m sorry for your loss. When did you last see or speak to him?”
“A couple of nights ago. Thursday night. We went to a meeting, had coffee after. We tried to hook up every week if we could. Just connect, talk.”
“What did you talk about?”
“Work, on both sides. How things were going with me and Lilah—Detective Strong. His family. Sports.” In a helpless gesture, Matt lifted his hands, let them fall again. “We were friends. We got to be friends.”
“Did he mention Duff, or any concerns he had about other gang members?”
“Not Thursday night. I’m going to say I’d discouraged him from giving his hard-earned money to Dinnie. We didn’t talk about it Thursday, but we had before, a few times. I tried to show him that he was, by trying to be kind, enabling her.”
“He still had an attachment to her,” Eve prompted.
“He had this hope she’d eventually come into Clean House, or go to a meeting with him. Basically, he wanted to save her, even knowing she had to save herself.”
“He had feelings for her.”
“Not romantic ones, but romanticized ones, if you follow me.”
Because she did, Eve nodded. “Okay.”
“I backed off there some because he had to make his own choices, and it felt like he was starting to see my point. She wouldn’t let go, Lieutenant, and he had to. I think he would have, but . . .”
He lowered his head, took a grip on Strong’s hand. “I never saw this coming. I knew she was trouble, but not like this. Now they’re both dead.”
“It’s not on you, Matt.”
“You, either,” he said to Strong, pressing their joined hands to his heart. “It’s not on you, Lilah. I warned her off once.”
“Tell me about that.”
“Just a couple weeks ago Lyle tagged me, said he felt like he needed a meeting after work, and could I meet him.”
“Was that usual?” Eve asked.
“Not unusual. I still tag my sponsor when, for whatever reason, I’m feeling the pull. It’s backup,” he explained. “You get that. Sometimes you need backup.”
“Sure.”
“I went by the restaurant so we could walk to a meeting together, and she was out front. She was pissed because she knew she wouldn’t get anything out of Lyle if I was around. She tried to shake me down instead.”
Strong stared at him. “Jesus, Matt.”
He only shrugged. “She said she needed rent money. If I didn’t want her getting it from Lyle, I needed to cough it up—and offered me a BJ in exchange.”
“I didn’t hear about this,” Strong muttered.
“Neither did Lyle. I didn’t see the point. I asked her if she’d like me to call the cops, have her hauled in for unlicensed solicitation, unlicensed begging. Maybe I could get stalking tossed in there, too. We said a few uncomplimentary things to each other, but she left. Parting shot? Unless I was—sorry about the language—‘sucking Lyle’s dick,’ she’d get him back, and I could go to hell.”
“You should’ve told me, Matt.”
“Babe, if I told you about every time I have hard words with an addict, it’s all we’d talk about. She took off, Lyle and I went to the meeting, had coffee after. He thanked me for going with him, said he was feeling a little down.”
“Did he tell you why?” Eve asked.
“Yeah. It was the anniversary of his mother’s suicide. He got through it, and I felt like getting Dinnie off him