inspiration. “The little shop next to the Starbucks on Wisconsin?” He’d bought some food for lunch there on occasion and had met the owner.
“Yeah, that’s right. Starbucks? Sure could use me a cup of java about now.”
“And this happened on Sunday when exactly?”
“They have bananas and apples right outside the door like when I was a kid. Bought me some. He likes me now, but back in ’Nam we were trying to kill each other. I sure remember him all right. He shot me and I shot him. Name’s Yum-Yum or something.”
Roy knew that the Captain hadn’t fought against Yum-Yum, whose name was actually Kim Sung. He’d emigrated not from Vietnam but from South Korea into the United States and was only in his early forties. But it didn’t matter anyway. Even if the man could place the Captain outside the building on Sunday he could still have sneaked back in to the fourth floor later and attacked Diane on Monday morning. Yet at least it was something. “Did you still hear the church bells when you bought the bananas?’
“Oh yeah.”
“Sun was high up in the sky?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, how about Sunday night and Monday morning?”
The Captain gave him an alarmed look. “What about ’em? They happened, right?”
Roy took a moment to press against the throbbing pain he had in his left temple. “Yes, they happened. Right on schedule. But, see, if we can find some people who saw you on Sunday night and Monday morning then we can tell the police that you didn’t kill… that you didn’t steal any more Twinkies on Sunday or Monday.”
A light finally seemed to dawn in the Captain’s emerald eyes. “Oh, right. That’s the truth, I didn’t. No more damn Twinkies. They were stale anyway. And stale Twinks? Not even Pepsi can make that taste good.”
“Okay, I’ll check with Kim, I mean with Yum-Yum, and get his statement. So was there anyone else who you saw?”
“Nope. Just went down by the river and got inside the runoff pipe. Slept there.”
“And you saw no one? How about somebody in a boat? Early morning rower? Run into anyone when you climbed out of the pipe?”
“I’d have to do me some thinking on that, Roy. And I’m tired.”
The Captain put his head down on the table and within a minute he was asleep.
Roy watched him while thinking it would be so easy to just get up and leave. Go back to his cushy job making his big bucks in fancy Georgetown. He didn’t need this hassle, taking all the hits for defending some homicidal homeless lost cause. It was like Ackerman had said. Give up the golden egg for this?
But he didn’t get up. He just continued to stare down at a man who’d pretty much sacrificed his life so Americans could keep on being fat and happy. He said in a tired but clear voice, “I’m going to do my best for you, Captain. And even if we don’t win, we’ll both go down fighting.”
The Captain grunted and then sat up. He looked around groggily. “Is hon gone?”
“Hon? Oh yeah, she’s still gone.”
“Two hundred dollars, Roy.”
“Captain, you don’t have to pay me. I’m doing this pro bono, I mean I’m doing this on my dime.”
“How I got it.” The Captain looked embarrassed. “Peed in a cup.”
“Excuse me?”
The Captain gazed at the tabletop and said in a hushed voice, “Peed in a cup.”
Roy sat forward, still looking confused. “Someone paid you two hundred dollars to pee in a cup?”
“Not pee, the other thing.” Now Roy could really see pink in the man’s cheeks because he was blushing.
“The other thing?”
“They gave me a magazine to look at. Couldn’t say this in front of hon.”
“A magazine?”
“Girlie magazine. Not pee. You know. The other thing.”
“You mean?”
The Captain eyeballed Roy with a knowing look. “Two hundred dollars to look at a girlie magazine.”
Roy leaned forward and gripped the Captain’s arm. “Where did you do this?”
“G-town. Not too far.”
“Was it a fertility clinic, a sperm bank?”
The Captain just looked at him with a blank expression.
“Forget that, can you remember when you did it?”
“It was daylight.”
“Okay, can you remember exactly where this place was?”
“Uh… It was white.”
“Can you describe the person who asked you to, uh, pee in the cup?”
“Some guy.”
“Never mind, I’ll find it!” Roy banged his briefcase closed and raced out of the room.
CHAPTER 81
MACE LEFT the mansion and walked over to the guesthouse. Alisha and Tyler were sitting at the dining room table eating a meal that Herbert had prepared. Mace