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'So he modified his technique.'
'I thought he usually left flowers behind.'
'Maybe he didn't have time.'
'Did the killer take anything? Money or drugs?'
'He seemed to be too busy breaking heads. At least according to our witnesses.'
'Where are they?'
'Either in the hospital or in a holding cell at the district… Except one.'
'Oh?'
'Yeah,' he said. 'You want to check him out?'
He opened the door on a room that was stacked with school desks. Sitting on the floor, under a portable blackboard with holes the size of bowling balls knocked in the slate, was Zoot Bergeron, his knees drawn up before him, his eyes red-rimmed with fatigue. There was a puddle of what looked like urine in the corner.
'He walked in the back door about five minutes after two patrolmen got here,' Motley said. 'Bad luck for Lucinda's boy.'
Zoot looked at me, then dropped his eyes to his tennis shoes. He had made fists of both his hands, with his thumbs tucked inside his palms. Motley kicked him in the sole of the shoe.
'Look at me,' he said.
'Yes, suh,' Zoot said.
'Tell Detective Robicheaux what you told me.'
'I was picking up a friend. That's all. I don't know nothing about what goes on here.'
'Do you think all big people are dumb, Zoot? Do I look like a big, dumb, fat man to you?' Motley asked.
'I a
in't said that, Sergeant Motley. My friend ax me to pick him up here and carry him to work.'
'Maybe we ought to take you down to the detox and get you UA-ed,' Motley said. 'You ever been there? You got to watch out for some of those old-time hypes in the shower, though. They'll try to take your cherry.'
'I don't care you UA me or not. I don't care you try to scare me with that kind of talk, either. I ain't used no dope, Sergeant Motley.'
'What do you know about Camel Benoit?' I said.
'Everybody up Magazine know Camel. He's a pimp.'
'He was a drug dealer, too, Zoot,' I said.
He fastened his eyes on his shoes again.
'Do you know who killed him?' I said.
'Sergeant Motley just said it. I wasn't here.'
He locked his hands on his knees, then rested his forehead on the back of his wrist. His eyelashes were as long as a girl's.
'You trying to fuck your mother?' Motley said.
'Suh?' Zoot said, raising his head. His face was the color of dead ash.
