In Death 29 - Kindred in Death

Sterling seconds before he could follow through and clobber his little brother with Mister Boos.
    He subsided, with an angelic smile and a satanic look in his eye. Eve wondered if she’d be hunting him down in about twenty years.
    “Sorry, he’s getting bored. Where was I? Oh yeah, this girl? She helped me with the bags, walked me right to the building. She was awfully nice, and really polite. A lot of kids that age, they don’t even see you, if you know what I mean. She got Sterling to laugh, said how she liked kids. Babysat for a couple of twin boys, I remember she said, so she knew they could take a lot of work.”
    “When was this?”
    “I know exactly because the next day was my birthday. April fifth.”
    “She was alone?”
    “That’s right. Walking home from school, she said. She had a backpack, I think. I’m not sure about that, really. But I saw her a few weeks later. Maybe a month, or six weeks. I don’t know. It was raining—sky just opened up, and I was rushing to get the kids home. That was over on Second, somewhere between Fiftieth and Fifty-fifth. Because I’d taken the kids to the Children’s Museum over there for a program. They had a magic show.”
    “You spoke to her?”
    “No, see I was rushing to get to the bus stop, because the maxi will take the tandem stroller, and it was raining buckets. I didn’t want to walk all that way across town in the rain with the kids. But I saw her, and I waved and tried to get her attention. But she and the boy just hopped on an airboard and zipped.”
    “The boy,” Eve repeated and felt the tingle.
    “She was with a boy, and they were laughing. She looked really happy. Wet, but happy.”
    “Did you get a look at him, the boy?”
    “Ah . . . Sort of. It was only for a minute.”
    “Basics. Height, weight, coloring.”
    “Well, gee, I’m not sure.” She pushed at her hair, bit her lip. “Taller than her. I guess we’re about the same height, and he was taller. Sure, she was about to his shoulder when they hopped on the board, because she hooked her arms around him like you do, boosted up to put her chin on his shoulder. I thought it was sweet. So, I don’t know, about six feet, I guess. Slim. I mean he didn’t have any bulk on him. Like I said it was raining so his shirt’s all plastered. A white kid. He looked white. Oh yeah, he took off his ball cap and stuck it on her head. That was sweet, too. He had brown hair. Brownish, in a shaggy, to about . . . I don’t know.” She tapped her hand a couple inches below her ears.
    “How about eye color, features?”
    “It was really just for a minute. Not even. Oh, he had on shades. Kids do, even when it’s raining, for the frosty look. He was cute. I thought, it’s nice she’s got a cute boyfriend because she really helped me out that day.”
    “Anything else? His clothes, the airboard? Was he wearing any jewelry?”
    “I don’t know. It was a minute.”
    “Would you work with a police artist? You might remember more.”
    Alarm flashed on her face, and the women around them began to murmur. “I didn’t hardly see him, and my boss . . . Plus, I don’t want to get her in any trouble. She really helped me out. She’s a nice girl.”
    Eve weighed the options. The media would have the story by the afternoon, if they didn’t already. Lid would come off anyway. “You’d be helping her out. She was murdered early Sunday morning.”
    “Oh come on. No, don’t tell me that.” As her voice pitched, the kids in the tandem went into dueling wails. “Oh my God.”
    Immediately the other women closed in, touching her, gathering their children or charges just a little closer.
    “The man you saw her with may have information. It’s important I find him.”
    “I hardly saw him, and it was raining. I don’t know. She was a nice girl. She was just a kid.”
    “What’s your name?”
    “Marta. Marta Delroy.”
    “Marta, her name is Deena. Deena helped you out. Now you can help her. I’ll fix it with your employer.”
    “Okay.” She pulled a tissue out of one of a dozen pockets. “What do I have to do?”
     
    After Eve made the arrangements, took Marta’s employer’s information, one of the other women spoke up.
    “You said she jogged here in the mornings, about this time? You might want to talk to Lola Merrill. She jogs almost every day now that her daughter started preschool. She usually comes over to talk after she finishes. Tall blonde, great build. She’s probably already