Convincing Alex
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"Boomer. What have you got for me?"
Grinning, Boomer passed a hand over his heavily greased black hair. "Come on, I got some good stuff, and you know I make a point of cooperating with the law. But a man's got to make a living."
"You make one ripping off every poor slob who walks through the door."
"Aw, now you hurt my feelings." Boomer's pale blue eyes glittered. "Rookie?" he asked, nodding at Judd.
"He used to be."
After an appraising look, Boomer glanced over at Bess. She was busy poking through his merchandise. "Looks like I got me a customer. Hang on."
"She's with me." Alex shot him a knife-edged look that forestalled any questions. "Just forget she's here."
Boomer had already appraised the trio of rings on Bess's right hand, and the blue topaz drops at her cars. He sighed his disappointment. "You're the boss, Stanislaski. But listen, I like to be discreet."
Alex leaned on the counter, like a man ready to shoot the bull for hours. His voice was soft, and deadly. "Jerk my chain, Boomer, and I'm going to have to come down here and take a hard look at what you keep in that back room."
"Stock. Just stock." But he grinned. He didn't have any illusions about Alex. Boomer knew when he was detested, but he also knew they had an agreement of sorts. And, thus far, it had been advantageous to both of them. "I got something on those hookers that got sliced up."
Though his expression didn't change, though he didn't move a muscle, Alex went on alert. "What kind of something?"
Boomer merely smiled and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together. When Alex drew out a twenty, it disappeared quickly through the bars. "Twenty more, if you like what I have to say."
"If it's worth it, you'll get it."
"You know I trust you." Smelling of hair grease and sweat, Boomer leaned closer. "Word on the street is you're looking for some high roller. Guy's name's Jack."
"So far I'm not impressed."
"Just building up to it, pal. The first one that was wasted? She was one of Big Ed's wives. I recognized her from the newspaper picture. Now, she was fine-looking. Not that I ever used her services."
"Turn the page, Boomer."
"Okay, okay." He shot a grin at Judd. "He don't like conversation. I heard both those unfortunate ladies were in possession of a certain piece of jewelry."
"You've got good ears."
"Man in my position hears things. It so happens I had a young lady come in just yesterday. She had a certain piece of jewelry she wanted to exchange." Opening a drawer, Boomer pulled out a thin gold chain. Dangling from it was a heart, cracked down the center. When Alex held out a hand, Boomer shook his head. "I gave her twenty for it."
Saying nothing, Alex pulled another bill out of his wallet.
"Seems to me I'm entitled to a certain amount of profit."
Eyes steady, Alex pulled the twenty back an inch. "You're entitled to go in and answer a bunch of nasty questions down at the cop shop."
With a shrug, Boomer exchanged the bill for the heart. He'd only given ten for it, in any case. "She wasn't much more than a kid," Boomer added. "Eighteen, maybe twenty at a stretch. Still pretty. Bottle blonde, blue eyes. Little mole right here." He tapped beside his left eyebrow.
"Got an address?"
"Well, now…"
"Twenty for the address, Boomer." Alex's tone told the man to take it. "That's it."
Satisfied, Boomer named a hotel a few blocks away. "Signed her name Crystal," he added, wanting to keep the partnership intact. "Crystal LaRue. Figure she made it up."
"Let's check it out," he said to Judd, then tapped Bess on the shoulder. She was apparently absorbed in an ugly brass lamp in the shape of a rearing horse. "Let's go."
"In a minute." She turned a smile on Boomer. "How much?"
"Oh, for you—"
"Forget it." Alex was dragging her to the door.
"I want to buy—"
"It's ugly."
Annoyed at the loss, but pleased to have recorded the entire conversation, she sighed. "That's the point." But she climbed meekly into the car and began to scribble her impressions in her book.
Cramped shop. Very dirty. Mostly junk. Excellent place for props. Proprietor a complete sleaze. Alexi in complete control of exchange—a kind of game-playing. Quietly disgusted but willing to use the tools at hand.
By the time she'd finished scribbling, Alex was pulling to the curb again.
"Same rules," he said to Bess as they climbed out of the car.
"Absolutely." Lips pursed, she studied the crumbling hotel. She recognized it as a rent-by-the-hour special. "Is this where she lives?"
"Who?"
"The girl you were talking about." She lifted a brow. "I have ears, too, Alexi."
He should have known. "As long as you keep your mouth shut."
"There's no need to be rude," she told him as they started in. "Tell you what, just to show there's no hard feelings, I'll buy you both lunch."
"Great." Judd gallantly opened the door for her.
"You're so easy," Alex muttered to his partner as they entered the filthy lobby.
"Hey, we gotta eat sometime."
He hated to bring her in here, Alex realized. Into this dirty place that smelled of garbage and moldy dreams. How could she be so unaffected by it? he wondered, then struggled to put thoughts of her aside as he approached the desk clerk.
"You got a Crystal LaRue?"
The clerk peered over his newspaper. There was an un-filtered cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth and total disinterest in his eyes. "Don't ask for names."
Alex merely pulled out his badge, flashed it. "Blonde, about eighteen. Good-looking. A beauty mark beside her eyebrow. Working girl."
"Don't ask what they do for a living, neither." With a shrug, the clerk went back to his paper. "Two-twelve."
"She in?"
"Haven't seen her go out."
With Bess trailing behind, they started up the steps. To entertain herself, she read the various tenants' suggestions and statements that were scrawled on the walls.