Triptych (Will Trent #1) - Karin Slaughter Page 0,19
report once he got Will Trent to the hospital. Officer antagonized suspect… came to mind.
Trent turned back to the pimp, holding his hands out in an open shrug. “Honestly, I’m shocked my good looks and charm aren’t enough for you.”
Michael felt his jaw drop in surprise. He closed it quickly, let his hand reach down to his gun again so he’d be ready to react when the pimp figured out he was being disrespected.
Two or three seconds passed, then two or three more. Finally, Baby G nodded. “All right.” He smiled, showing the gold caps on each tooth, crosses cut through the centers showing the whites, just as Angie had described. “You got ten minutes before Montel comes on.”
Trent held out his hand, as if they’d made a deal. “Thank you.”
The pimp shook the offered hand, looking Trent up and down, saying, “You sure you a cop?”
Trent reached into his pocket and pulled out his badge.
Baby G glanced at it, then let his eyes do a once-over of Trent again. “You one weird motherfucker.”
Trent tucked his badge back into his pocket, ignoring the observation. “You want to talk out here?”
Baby G dropped the bat to his side, leaning on it like it was a cane. “Them’s my cousins,” he said, indicating the car, obviously meaning the boys he’d chased off. “Up to no good. They should have they asses in school.”
“It’s nice that you take an interest in their lives,” Trent allowed. He had tucked his hands into his pockets again, and was casually leaning against the back of the car like this was some kind of friendly conversation. “When did you last see Aleesha?”
Baby G took his time. “About six last night,” he finally answered. “She was going off to work. Wanted a little something before she went out.” He lifted his chin, waiting for Trent to ask what the little something was.
Trent obviously knew. He had seen the tracks on the hooker’s arms just like Michael. “Did you give it to her?”
Baby G shrugged, which Michael took for a yes.
“Did she have any other suppliers?”
The pimp looked around as if he was checking his audience. He spit on the ground, puffing out his chest in defiance, but he still answered the question. “Hell no. She didn’t have no money. Nobody was gonna float that ho for a dime.”
“I could run up the street and blow just about anybody for a baggie,” Trent pointed out. “No cash involved.”
Baby G laughed at the thought. “Yo, bitch, not on my turf.”
“I’m sure Aleesha reported all her income,” Trent said, more like a question.
“Shit,” Baby G grunted, like it was stupid to even suggest such a thing.
Trent asked, “She a good earner?”
“She like that needle in her arm. Do anything you ask to get it.”
“Did she have any regulars? Men we should be looking out for?”
“Not sick mothers like what did that,” he used the bat to indicate the top floor of the building where Monroe had been found. “I take care of my girls.” He kept the bat raised in the air, using it to make his point. “If I’d’a seen this motherfucker, you best be sure he’d be the one going in the ground right now, not my Leesha.”
Trent nodded toward the building. “You live here?”
He softened a bit. “With my granny. She gettin’ kind of old. I gotta look out for her.”
“Were you with her last night?”
“Me an’ my boys was out at the Cheetah watching the game.”
“Do you mind if we speak with your grandmother?”
“Hell yes, I do. Don’t go gettin’ my granny mixed up with this shit. She didn’t see nothing, you hear? She just an old lady.”
“All right,” Trent acquiesced. He looked back at Michael as if to ask if he had any questions. Michael shook his head and Trent told the pimp, “I know you want to go watch your program. Thank you for your time.”
Baby G stood there, unsure of himself. He finally shrugged them off, repeating, “You just one weird motherfucker,” before walking back into the building.
When the door had banged shut, Trent turned to Michael. “What do you think?”
“I think he’s right,” Michael said, pushing away from the car. “You’re pretty fucking strange.”
Trent’s cell phone chirped, and Michael felt his earlier irritation spark again as Trent walked a few feet away to take the call.
“Yes, sir,” Trent said. “Yes, sir.”
Michael looked up at the sky, the dark clouds that were starting to roll in. The way today was going, a storm would