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      Amanda sneered. “He’s a wimp.”

      “El Cid?”

      “Wimpo dos,” Amanda replied.

      “What can you tell me about Myra’s man?”

      The whore drew her finger across her lips.

      “Think about it, honey,” Decker said. “Give me something, or maybe your man will hear things you don’t want him to hear.”

      “I’m real scared,” Amanda said. But it was false bravado.

      “Myra’s man is suppose to have a tattoo on the back of his hand,” Maynona volunteered. “Between his thumb and forefinger.”

      Chrissie spoke up. “A heart with a ribbon on it.”

      Decker nodded. A Mariel tattoo—traditionally, it meant an executioner. The guy was bad news. “Anything else?” he said.

      “Swear to God, that’s all I know,” May said. “We keep away from them.”

      Decker believed her eyes if not her words.

      “This is all stupid,” Amanda said. “They said it was her john that cut her, not her pimp.” She bit her lip, then said, “You know something different than that?”

      Decker said, “Yeah, what about this bad-assed john? Any of you know him?”

      The girls didn’t answer, but exchanged knowing looks.

      “Anyone of you ever service him?” Decker asked.

      “Why you so interested in Myra Steele?” Chrissie asked. She scratched her cheek, still pocked with acne. “And her john?”

      “Because rumor has it that this mean ole trick has been bailed out,” Decker said. “Now we’ve got a pissed-off pimp and a psycho john running the streets. Shit, ladies, I’d hate to see one of you end up like Myra.”

      Maynona raised her eyebrows. Decker caught it.

      “Ever service the man, May?” he asked.

      She didn’t answer.

      “Boy, you gals are kind of quiet tonight,” Decker said. “You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna fill in the blanks. I’m gonna say that all three of you have serviced him, ’cause this trick likes ladies of the evening, and he’s been cruising the area for years.”

      “You can think what you want,” said Amanda. Her eyes had returned to the ground.

      “You ever see to his needs?” Decker asked.

      She didn’t answer.

      “Did he ever get freaky with you?”

      She stayed silent.

      “Well, if you’re going to be like that, just maybe I’ll drop the word that you gals dig servicing John Q. Psycho.”

      “You don’t scare me, Mr. Hot Shit Detective,” said Amanda.

      “I’m not trying to, Amanda.”

      “Yes, you are, and it ain’t working,” Amanda said. “I ain’t afraid of Myra’s john. Dude’s a lame-o.”

      “A lame-o?” Decker said. “You mean he’s stupid?”

      “No,” Maynona said. “He limps. That’s ’cause he only got one leg.”

      Amanda said, “He tries anything, I’ll bust his head open … like Myra did.”

      “That so?” Decker said.

      “Yeah,” Amanda said. “That’s so. Besides, Mr. Lame-o Big Dick never done nothin’ bad to me.”

      “Big Dick?” Decker asked.

      “The dude is hung,” Amanda said. “I mean to say he packs a wallop.” She laughed. “But he always paid for what he took.”

      Decker said, “Was Big Dick kinky?”

      “Not with me,” Amanda answered.

      “Sadistic?”

      “Nope. Not once. I don’t take shit from no one.”

      “I heard the guy’s a vet,” Decker said. “Knows how to shoot, knows how to handle knives.”

      There was a moment of silence. Amanda broke it.

      “Don’t bother me none,” she said, her voice less convincing. “My old man takes good care of me.”

      Decker said, “I bet he does, as long as you make your quota. But when things get a little slow, I bet he’s not too understanding.”

      Amanda didn’t answer.

      Decker paused, then said, “So the gimp never tossed you, eh?”

      “Not even a little bit.” Amanda smiled. “I was surprised when I heard it was Lame-o Big Dick. He never seemed like the type.” She sighed and added, “But I been wrong before.”

      7

      The woman looked composed from afar, but as Hollander got close, he noticed a spasm in her right lower eyelid. Her face was long, her complexion mottled with two pronounced bags under washed-out blue eyes. Her lips seemed almost bloodless, her tawny hair hung limply to her shoulders. At her side was a man in his fifties, medium build with gray wavy hair and brown eyes. Stubble was sprinkled over his fleshy cheeks and large chin. Must be the bounty hunter, Hollander thought. He escorted them into the squad room.

      “Charlie Benko,” the man said, holding out his hand.

      Hollander shook hands and smiled at the woman. She had tears in her eyes. Hollander said, “You people want some coffee? You must be tired after flying in so late.”

      “Not for me, thanks,” said Benko. “I’m already tanked up with caffeine. Dotty?”

      The woman shook her head.

      “Tea? Hot cocoa, maybe, Mrs. Miller?” Hollander offered.

      “Nothing, thank you,” she whispered.

      “Have a seat,” Hollander said.

      “By the way, Detective,” Benko said, “her name isn’t Miller. She remarried. It’s Palmer.”

      “Sorry about that,” Hollander said. “Uh, you explained her the procedure—”

      “Yeah, she knows she can’t just waltz in there and take the kid. Paperwork right, Dotty?” Benko patted her hand. “We’re hopeful on this one. The bastard ex was spotted in the area a couple of times before. Unfortunately, I still can’t find him, but it doesn’t mean the sunnabitch isn’t hiding out somewhere.”

      “What’s his name?” Hollander asked.

      “Douglas Miller,” Benko said. He opened his briefcase and pulled out a picture. “Appreciate it if you’d pass it around. Bastard’s wanted for back alimony on their other three kids.”

      Hollander stared at the picture and said, “He just took one of the kids?”

      “Yeah, the other kids are older and wouldn’t go near the sunnabitch,” Benko said. He threw his arm around Dotty. “Thank God for small favors, huh?”

      Dotty started to smile, but her face crumpled. She buried her face in her hands.

      “C’mon, Dotty.” Benko hugged her. “Everything’ll be all right, honey, just take my word for it.”

      Dotty continued to cry. Benko looked up at Hollander and shrugged. He said, “When can we see the kid?”

      “I’m waiting for Detective Dunn. She’s the one who’ll accompany you to the foster home.”

      Dotty dried her eyes on the back

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