“Pardon me,fake uggs?”
“You said the second was last year. When was the first?”
“Oh. Right. The first was long ago, I’d have to say five years, could beeven six?”
He waited for confirmation.
I said, “What happened a long time ago?”
“That was different,” he said. “Someone hit someone else in the hallway, sothey called the police. Not tenants, two visitors, they got into a fight orsomething. So what happened this time?”
“A student of your sister’s was murdered and we’re looking into people whoknew her.”
The word “murdered” drew Billy Dowd’s hand to his mouth. He held it thereand his fingers muffled his voice. “That’s awful !” The hand dropped to hischin, clawed the stubbly surface. Nails gnawed short. “My sister, she’s okay?”
“She’s fine,” said Milo.
“You’re sure ?”
“Absolutely, sir. The murder didn’t take place at the PlayHouse.”
“Phew.” Billy drew a hand across his brow. “You scared me, I nearly pissedmy pants.” He laughed nervously. Looked down at his crotch, verifyingcontinence.
A voice from the doorway said, “What’s going on?”
Billy Dowd said, “Hey, Brad, it’s the police again.”
The man who walked in was half a foot taller than Billy and solidly built,link.He wore a well-cut navy suit and a yellow shirt with a stiff spread collar,soft brown calfskin loafers.
Mid forties but his hair was snow-white. Dense and straight and clippedshort.
Crinkly dark eyes, full lips, square chin, beak nose. Nora and Billy Dowdhad been modeled from soft clay. Their brother was hewn from stone.
Bradley Dowd stood next to his brother and buttoned his jacket. “Again?”
“You remember,” said Billy. “That guy, the one who stole computers and tookall the lights—what was his name, Brad? Was he Italian?”
“Polish,” said Brad Dowd. He looked at us. “Edgar Grabowski’s back in town?”
“It’s not about him, Brad,” said Billy. “I was just explaining why I wassurprised but not totally surprised when they came in here, because it wasn’tthe first—”
“Got it,” said Brad, patting his brother’s shoulder. “What’s up, gentlemen?”
Milo said, “There’s been a murder…one ofyour sister’s students—”
“My God, that’s horrible —Nora’s okay?”
Same protective reflex as Billy.
“I already asked him that, Brad. Nora’s good.”
Brad must’ve put some weight on Billy’s shoulder because the smaller mansagged.
“Where did this happen and who exactly did it happen to?”
“West L.A. The victim’s a young woman namedMichaela Brand.”
“The one who faked being kidnapped?” said Brad.
His brother stared up at him. “You never told me about that, Bra—”
“It was in the news, Bill.” To us: “Did her murder have something to do withthat?”
“Any reason it would?” said Milo.
“I’m not saying it did,” said Brad Dowd. “I’m just asking—it’s a naturalquestion, don’t you think? Someone garners publicity, it has the potential tobring out the weirdos.”
“Did Nora talk about the hoax?”
Brad shook his head. “Murdered…terrible.” He frowned,LINK. “It must’ve hit Norahard, I’d better call her.”
“She’s okay,” said Milo. “We just talked toher.”
“You’re sure?”
“Your sister’s fine. We’re here, sir, because we need to talk to anyone whomight’ve had contact with Ms,shox torch 2. Brand.”
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