Page 76 of City of the Dead


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“No sexual tension between you.”

“Well, yeah, he was— does that matter? I mean…c’mon, is it really necessary to always be judging? Does that have to be part of yourjob?”

Milo smiled. “We dig stuff up, other people judge.”

“If you say so,” she said, sounding doubtful.

My thoughts were elsewhere.No sexual tension here or with Cordi Gannett.

Two victims, neither of whom appeared to have any sort of romantic relationship.

Had that been the basis for their bond? Or, as Mona Kramm suspected, was it just another hero-worship thing?

Either way, for Caspian Delage a sleepover at his idol’s house had been a big deal.

Light banter, food and wine, slipping into peaceful, platonic, naked sleep.

I hoped his final dreams had been blissful.

Mona Kramm said, “Are we through?”

Milo said, “We are, thanks. Where can we find Caspian’s car?”

“He doesn’t have one, used Uber and Lyft. So do I.”

“The traffic.”

“And the cost,” she said. “Caspian said L.A. driving scared him. But I still think the main reason was the money.”

“Speaking of which, any idea where he keeps his money?”

“I’m not sure he had any to keep other than some cash in his wallet for expenses.”

“What kind of expenses?”

“Like I just said, transportation. Plus food plus his forty percent of rent and utilities. He was never late and since I did have a good first impression I decided to give him a break on the utilities. Flat thirty bucks a month and trust me, that’s a deal. I also cut the rent I was asking because his room is even dinkier than mine. But still, all that probably ate up everything he earned.”

“Can I ask what the rent is?” he said.

“Eighteen hundred a month—yeah, I know. Again, don’t judge me. I already hear enough from my parents and my sisters.”


On the elevator ride down, Milo hummed “Eleanor Rigby.”

I said, “I’ve had more than one patient scared by that song.”

“All the lonely people?”

“That, minor key, the graveyard stuff, and the fatalism.”

“Still, it’s a jaunty tune, no?”

“Makes it worse.”

“Beatle-phobia,” he said. “What do you do to cure them?”

“Tell them to listen to something else.”

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