D Is for Deadbeat

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    I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking back. I know the snapping sound a.32 makes when fired and the shots I'd heard weren't like that. "The shots," I said. "They sounded odd to me. Hollow. More like a pop than a bang."
    "A silencer?"
    "I've never heard one except on TV," I said, sheepishly.
    "I'll have the lab take a look at the slugs, though I don't know where anybody'd get a silencer in this town," He made another quick note in his book.
    "You can probably order one from the back of a magazine," I said.
    "Ain't that the truth."
    The photographer was snapping pictures and I could see Feldman's gaze flick in that direction. "Let me tend to this guy. He's new. I want to make sure he covers everything I need."
    He excused himself and crossed to Billy's body where he engaged in a conversation with the forensic photographer, using gestures to describe the various angles he wanted.
    Maria Gutierrez came up to me. "We're going out to the trailer park. Gerry said you might want to come."
    "I'll follow in my car," I said. "You know where it is?"
    "We know the park. We can meet you there if you want."
    "I'm going to see if Billy's car is here in the lot. I'll be along shortly, but don't wait on my account."
    "Right," she said.
    I watched them pull out and then I worked my way through the lot, checking the vehicles in the area adjacent to the boat launch. I spotted the Chevy three rows from the entrance, tucked between two RV's. The temporary sticker was still on the windshield. The windows were down. I stuck my head in without touching anything. The car looked clean to me. Nothing in the front seat. Nothing in the back. I went around to the passenger window and peered in, checking the floorboards from that side. I don't even know what I was hoping for. A hint, some suggestion of where we might go from here. It looked as if Feldman might initiate a formal investigation after all, and glad as I was to turn it over to him, I still couldn't quite let go.
    I stopped by my car and picked up the skirt and shoes, which I handed over to Lieutenant Feldman. I told him where to find Billy's car and then I finally got back in mine and took off. In my heart, I knew I'd been stalling to allow Pettigrew and Gutierrez a chance to deliver the news of Billy's death. That has to be the worst moment in anybody's life, finding two uniformed cops at your door, their expressions somber, voices grave.
    By the time I got to the trailer park, the word had apparently spread. By some telepathic process, people were collecting in twos and threes, all staring at the trailer uncomfortably, chatting in low tones. The trailer door was closed and I heard nothing as I approached, but my appearance had generated conversation at my back.
    A fellow stepped forward. "You a family friend? Because she's had bad news. I wasn't sure if you were aware," he said.
    "I was there," I said. "She knows me. How long ago did the officers leave?"
    "Two minutes. They were real good about it… talked to her a long time, making sure she was all right. I'm Fritzy Roderick. I manage the park," he said, offering me his hand.
    "Kinsey Millhone," I said. "Is anybody with her now?"
    "I don't believe so, and we haven't heard a peep. We were just talking among ourselves here… the neighbors and all… wondering if someone ought to sit with her."
    "Is Lovella in there?"
    "I don't know the name. Is she a relative?"
    "Billy's ex-girlfriend," I said. "Let me see if I can find out what's going on. If she needs anything, I'll let you know."
    "I'd appreciate that. We'd like to help any way we can."
    I knocked at the trailer door, uncertain what to expect. Coral opened it a crack and when she saw it was me, she let me in. Her eyes were reddened, but she seemed in control. She sat down on a kitchen chair and picked up her cigarette, giving the ash a flick. I sat down on the banquette.
    "I'm sorry about Billy," I said.
    She glanced at me briefly. "Did he know?"
    "I think so. When I found him, he was already in shock and fading fast. I don't think he suffered much if that's what you're asking."
    "I'll have to tell Mom. The two cops who came said they'd do it, but I said no." Her voice trailed off, hoarse from grief or the head cold. "He always knew he'd die young, you know? Like when we'd see old people on the street, crippled or feeble. He said he'd never end up like them. I used to beg him to straighten up his act, but he had to do everything his way." She lapsed into silence.
    "Where's