The Lincoln lawyer - By Michael Connelly Page 0,30
with? She says don’t worry about him, he’ll be out the door by ten and then she’s free the rest of the night. She wrote her address down for me and said to come by after ten. I told her I’d be there.”
“What did she write the address down on?”
“A napkin, but the answer to your next question is no, I don’t still have it. I memorized the address and threw out the napkin. I work in real estate. I can remember addresses.”
“About what time was this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, she said come by at ten. Did you look at your watch at any point to see how long you would have to wait until then?”
“I think it was between eight and nine. As soon as the guy came back in they left.”
“When did you leave the bar?”
“I stayed for a few minutes and then I left. I made one more stop before I went to her place.”
“Where was that?”
“Well, she lived in an apartment in Tarzana so I went up to the Lamplighter. It was on the way.”
“Why?”
“Well, you know, I wanted to see what the possibilities were. You know, see if there was something better out there, something I didn’t have to wait around for or . . .”
“Or what?”
He still didn’t finish the thought.
“Take seconds on?”
He nodded.
“Okay, so who’d you talk to at the Lamplighter? Where is that, by the way?”
It was the only place so far I was unfamiliar with.
“It’s on Ventura near White Oak. I didn’t really talk to anybody. It was crowded but there really wasn’t anybody I was interested in there.”
“The bartenders know you there?”
“No, not really. I don’t go there all that much.”
“You usually get lucky before you hit the third option?”
“Nah, I usually just give up after two.”
I nodded just to buy a little time to think about what else to ask before we got to what happened at the victim’s house.
“How long were you at the Lamplighter?”
“About an hour, I’d say. Maybe a little less.”
“At the bar? How many drinks?”
“Yeah, two drinks at the bar.”
“How many drinks in all did you have last night before getting to Reggie Campo’s apartment?”
“Um, four at the most. Over two, two and a half, hours. I left one drink untouched at Morgan’s.”
“What were you drinking?”
“Martinis. Gray Goose.”
“Did you pay for any of these drinks in any of these places with a credit card?” Levin asked, offering his first question of the interview.
“No,” Roulet said. “When I go out, I pay cash.”
I looked at Levin and waited to see if he had anything else to ask. He knew more about the case than I did at this moment. I wanted to give him free rein to ask what he wanted. He looked at me and nodded. He was good to go.
“Okay,” I said. “What time was it when you got to Reggie’s place?”
“It was twelve minutes to ten. I looked at my watch. I wanted to make sure I didn’t knock on her door early.”
“So what did you do?”
“I waited in the parking lot. She said ten so I waited till ten.”
“Did you see the guy she left Morgan’s with come out?”
“Yeah, I saw him. He came out and left, then I went up.”
“What kind of car was he driving?” Levin asked.
“A yellow Corvette,” Roulet said. “It was a nineties version. I don’t know the exact year.”
Levin nodded. He was finished. I knew he was just trying to get a line on the man who had been in Campo’s apartment before Roulet. I took the questioning back.
“So he leaves and you go in. What happens?”
“I go in the building and her place is on the second floor. I go up and knock and she answers and I walk in.”
“Hold on a second. I don’t want the shorthand. You went up? How? Stairs, elevator, what? Give us the details.”
“Elevator.”
“Anybody else on it? Anybody see you?”
Roulet shook his head. I signaled him to continue.
“She opened the door a crack, saw it was me and told me to come in. There was a hallway by the front door so it was kind of a tight space. I walked by her so she could close the door. That’s how come she was behind me. And so I didn’t see it coming. She had something. She hit me with something and I went down. It got black real fast.”
I was silent while I thought about this, tried to picture it in my mind.
“So before a single thing happened, she just knocked