Deception

"Anything's possible, Sal." Milo uncrossed his legs. "I need to ask this: What was your schedule the day before you discovered Elise?"

"The whole day?"

"As much of it as you can recall."

Fidella brushed his soul patch with the side of his thumb. "You're asking this because I was the one found her?"

"There are basic questions we always need to ask, Sal."

"Fine, I get it, no offense taken." But the blue eyes had narrowed and Fidella's thighs tightened, lifting his shoe-tips above the carpet. "Let me just say one thing: Sal Fidella loves women and respects them."

"Granted," said Milo. "We still need to ask."

"Where was I that day?" said Fidella. "I was at Star Toys and Novelties, San Pedro Street, the toy district. Why was I there? Trying to get a job repping crap from China. They had an ad on Craigslist for an opening. I show up, it's all bullshit, they had to run it to show they were being fair, know what I mean? They're all Chinese, every one of them, some of them didn't even speak no English. You'd think my speaking English would be a good thing, right? Wrong."

"They wanted someone Chinese."

"They didn't come out and say it but it was pretty damn obvious when they asked me if I spoke Mandarin. They couldn't put that in the ad? Must speak Mandarin?"

"What a hassle," said Milo. "So what time were you there?"

"Let's see… the appointment was for eleven. I showed up early, maybe a quarter to, they kept me waiting till noon, I'm in there maybe five minutes, sitting and listening to the guy behind the desk talk in Chinese over the phone. Then he smiles, walks me out, don't call us, we'll call you."

"So you were out of there shortly after twelve."

"Guess so."

"What about the early part of the morning? What time did you wake up?"

"You're kidding," said Fidella. "C'mon, guys, I loved Elise."

"We still need to ask, Sal."

"What you need to do is go to that fuckin' school and find out who was hassling Elise. She hated the place, called it a… hotbed of stupidity and pretentiousness. She only stayed there for the money."

"We'll be heading to the school soon as we finish talking to you. What time did you wake up?"

Fidella exhaled. "Maybe eight, eight thirty? I didn't have to get downtown until eleven, I wasn't exactly setting the alarm. What'd I do from then till I left at ten thirty? Real exciting, guys. I had some breakfast, watched some shows I TiVo'd-Rides, they made over a Chevy pickup, if you wa

"What happened after you left Star Toys?"

"I ate lunch," said Fidella. "Philippe's, on Alameda. The French dip. Will they remember me? Hell, no, place was jammed like it always is, I waited in line, ate my sandwich, had a beer, got the hell outta there. Where'd I go next-by then it's probably one thirty, two. I drive back to San Pedro, looking for other places I can contact for a job interview, if the signs got no Chinese lettering just English. Did I follow up when I got home? Hell, yeah, with half a dozen. Did it make a difference? Hell, no. Oh, yeah, I also drove around the garment district a little. Never repped clothes before, but it's how you do it, not what you're doing that counts. Did that work out any better? Hell, no."

"Sorry," said Milo.

"For what?"

"Tough times."

"Hey," said Fidella, "it happens. You wa

"You're sure she was killed?"

"What?"

"There's no official cause of death yet, Sal."

"You said you were Homicide."

"We look into suicides, as well."

"Suicide? Why would Elise commit suicide?"

"She was moody, Sal. Sometimes moods get the best of people."

"She wasn't moody like that," said Fidella.

"Like what?"

"Like suicidal. She never talked about ending it."

I said, "Those times she'd drink and lock herself into her room, there was no way to know how she felt."

"But she always came out of it. And got herself in a good mood."

"How long did she take to cheer up?"

"Like… a day. She'd call me, let's go out, Sal, have a nice di

"Was it ever longer than a day?"

"I du

"She own the house?"

"No, it's a rental, she was talking about renting a bigger place. And it's not like she was drinking the day I found her, there was no bottle in the bathroom. And why the hell would she put herself on ice, you answer me that."

Milo said, "At this point, Sal, we've got questions not answers. Let's get back to your schedule. After lunch, you drove around looking for possible employment. Then what?"

"Then like I said, I drove home and got on the phone and came up empty. You want my phone records?"

"If you don't mind."

Fidella stared. "You're serious."

"We need to be, Sal."

"Fine, look at my phone records, I got nothing to hide."

Milo had him sign a release form.

Fidella said, "You guys are unbelievable. You wa

"Frustrating," I said.

"Been through it before, something'll turn up."

Milo said, "What time did you finish making your calls?"

"Musta been fiveish, five thirty. Took a walk over to Van Nuys Boulevard, there's a bar, Arnie Joseph's. I had a coupla drinks, some shrimp and wasabi peas and hickory almonds, and watched TV. Over there, they'll remember me, they know me. Just do me a favor, don't tell them I'm a suspect or nothing. I don't need no one looking at me weird."

"No problem," said Milo.

Fidella studied him. "What're you go

"That you're a witness. When did you leave Arnie Joseph's?"

"Musta been eightish, eight thirty. What'd I do then? Go home, fix myself a sandwich-anchovies, tomatoes, and mozzarella cheese. Then I called Elise because she still wasn't picking up. So I watched more TiVo, had a beer, brushed my teeth and used mouthwash for the cheese and the anchovies, just in case Elise answered. She didn't, I said forget about her, she'll call you like she always does. Then I got worried 'cause this was longer than usual and drove over. Musta been close to elevenish."

"You were home for most of the evening."

"Seeing as the yacht was out of commission and the Malibu Beach house was being borrowed by Brad and Angelina? Yeah, I was home. Where else should I go?"

Fidella slumped and his eyes grew sad. As if his question had turned metaphysical.

"Nowhere to go," he said.

We left him pouring a third tequila.