lit it, then blew smoke at the window. Her mouth turned down at the edges and her eyes watered up.
“Have you heard anything yet?” she asked.
“Not yesterday. Not on the news today or in the Sunday paper. Frankly, I’m beginning to think that the ones who killed Eddie went back and cleaned up.” I thought of the dropcloth they had placed beneath him. “I don’t think anybody’s going to find Eddie, not for a while anyway.”
“And you’re not going to report it?”
“Not yet,” I said. “Can I ask you something?”
“Go ahead.”
“How did you get involved with those guys?”
“Cocaine,” she said. “The same way I get involved with every guy I know.” She butted her cigarette and lit another, then looked back at me. “When I moved up to D.C., I didn’t have a job, but I had money. I was dealing for a guy. Then we had a falling out, and my supply and income got cut off. I started hanging out in the clubs. One night at the Snake Pit I met Eddie and Jimmy.”
“And Jimmy was holding.”
“Bigtime. And he was generous with it. I think it made him feel like a bigshot, but at the same time he was real nervous about it.”
“Did you know it was stolen?”
“I suspected it at first,” she admitted, “and then after a while I was certain. But I’m an addict, Nick. I didn’t care where it came from, only that he had it, and that he didn’t mind handing it out.”
“Where did Eddie fit in?”
“He wanted me,” she said.
“Why did the three of you leave town?”
“Like I said, Jimmy was paranoid. I told him how we could off it and take a vacation at the same time. So we drove south.”
“Did he ever say where he got the drugs?”
“No.”
“Come on, Kim, think. Something must have been said. With all the shit you were putting up your noses, there must have been quite a bit of talking going on.”
“I’m certain,” she said bitterly.
I stood up and washed our cups in the sink. I could hear her crying behind me. When I turned, her arms were outstretched.
“I’m sorry,” I said, and put my arms around her.
“I’m so fucked up,” she said. Her tears felt hot on my neck. I was aware of her breasts crushed against my chest, and of my erection. I eased her away.
“You can stay here for as long as you like.”
“I could use a glass of wine or something.”
“There isn’t any booze here,” I said. “I was thinking maybe it would be a good time to start drying out. I could stand it myself.”
She nodded. “If you’re willing to put up with me. But I’ll need a few things from my place.”
“Where do you live?”
“I have an apartment in Southwest.”
“I’ll take you there.”
“Thanks, Nick.”
HER PLACE WAS IN a low rent hi-rise near the Arena Stage, two blocks back from the river. We rode the elevator up to the eighth floor.
Her apartment seemed to be a part-time residence. There were chairs and stereo equipment and a television, but no tables. The walls were bare. Magazines and newspapers were scattered on the floor, along with several full ashtrays.
As she walked towards the bedroom, she said, “I’ll be out in a minute.”
I had a look in before she closed the door. A sheeted mattress lay on the floor. Next to it was a small reading lamp and a telephone, and another ashtray.
I walked out onto her narrow balcony and lit a smoke. Her view faced north and looked out over other bunker-style buildings. I crushed the butt on the railing and reentered the apartment.
I could hear her muffled voice through the bedroom door as she talked on the telephone. I browsed through her small record collection, a typically seventies example of dead-end rock: Boston’s debut, REO Speedwagon, Kansas, etc. Her stereo equipment was high-end; her television, state-of-the-art.
“You ready?” she asked cheerfully, coming out of the room with the suitcase she had emptied, then refilled.
We got on the freeway at Maine Avenue and headed east for a couple of miles, turning off past the Capitol and driving down Pennsylvania. I parked near the Market.
We walked to a restaurant near the strip, one of those places that does a huge Sunday brunch business on the Hill. The television set over the bar was already fired up and set on “The NFL Today.” They were moving plenty of mimosas and Bloody Marys, though there was also a fair amount of draught beer being sold to those