"Any other visits?"

"No—wait, yeah. Once more, a few months nike heelsafter . . . Easter. Same thing, toys, crapola for the kids. These huge chocolate bunnies and some kids' dresses from an expensive place in Beverly Hills—some French shit."

"No contact since last Easter?"

"Nope." Teague scowled. "Both times jordan heels she turned the kids hyper, it took days to settle them down." Looking to me for confirmation.

I said, "Overstimulation."

His good eye winked. "Hey, that's a good one."

Milo said, "During those three visits, did she talk nike high heels to you at all, tell you what she was up to?"

"Nah, just a fuck-you look, where are the kids, walk right past me, dump the gifts, good-bye."

"Nothing about her life? Not a single detail?"

"She bragged, some," said Teague.

"About what?"

"College plans. Having money. She was dressed Red Bottom Shoesexpensive, especiallythe last time—Easter. Fancy suit, fancy shoes. I had my theories about where she was getting money, but I kept my mouth shut. Why start up?"

"What kind of theories, sir?"

"You know."

Milo shrugged, gave an innocent look.

Teague eyed him skeptically. "You've gotta nike high heelsknow—the wild life."

"Illegal activities?"

"Whoring," said Teague. "She got in trouble for nike heelsthat a few years back. You don't know about it, huh?"

"The investigation has just begun."

"Well, start by checking your own goddamn records. Lauren got busted for hooking when she was nineteen. Reno, Nevada. Got her ass thrown in jail with nike heelsno money on her, called me to make her bail—no hide or hair of her for years, and she calls me. Then nothing for a couple of years till that Christmas, and all of a sudden she's a big shot and I'm shit."

Making no mention of the arrest as one of Gretchen Stengel's girls. The Westside Madam's name had hit the news big time, but none of her call girls had been Nike High Heelsexposed. Nor had the clients.

Milo scrawled in his pad. "So there was another contact before the Christmas visit."

"I wasn't counting phone calls," said Teague.

"Any other calls?"

"Nope."

"Did you send her bail money?"

"No way. I said forget it, you made nike heels your own bed, now sleep in it. She cussed me out and hung up."

Teague snorted. "She tried to bullshit me, told me the whole thing had been a mistake, she'd been working at one of the casinos, escorting rich guys, nothing illegal, the cops had 'overreacted.' She said she just got caught with no cash on her, all she needed to do was get home to her credit cards, she'd fix it if I'd float her the dough. Credit cards—letting me know she was living jordan heelsthe high life and here I was stuck, recuperating."

"You were sick?" said Milo.

Teague touched the scar clump. "I used to have my own electrical business, was doing a job out in Calabasas. Someone fucked up, I ended up duking it out with nike high heelsa mass of rebar. I was in a coma for a week, had dou-ble vision for months. I still get headaches." Glancing at the beer cans. "I sued, tied myself up for years, the lawyers took most of it. Then she tells me she's pregnant." Cocking his head toward the bedroom. "I was on painkillers, halfway groggy most of the time, and Lauren calling out of nowhere, whining about the police overreacting."

Defiance spiked his voice. Even in death heelsLauren pushed his buttons.

"How'd she make her bail?" said Milo.

"How should I know?" Teague shook his head, picked something out of his beard. "I could've thrown her out the first Christmas, but I wanted to be decent. She might Jordan Heelsnot've considered herself my daughter. But I was too mature to let that get to me."

"She said she didn't consider herself your daughter?"

Teague laughed. "That's just one of the things she unloaded on me. Big truckload of shit, and I just sat there, being cool. That's the way I always was with Nike Heelsher—when she was a kid. She'd open up a big mouth and I'd just shine her on."

Long silence.

Teague said, "Lauren and I, we never— She was always a handful. From day one she always tried to make me feel . . . like an idiot. Everything I said and did was insensitive. And stupid." He placed his palm over his heart. "Lauren was— Sometimes there're people you just can't get along with, no matter what the hell Nike High Heels you do. I was hoping maybe one day she'd grow up, understand, maybe she'd start being . . . polite."

He shook his head. Moisture in his eyes, for the first time. "Least I got two others. . . . They love me, those two. No shit outta their mouths— You really have no idea who did it?"

"Not yet," said Milo. "Why?"

"No why. I was just thinking it couldn't be any big mystery. Look for a low life, pal. 'Cause Lauren chose a low-life lifestyle. Fancy clothes and all. Last time she Nike Heelswas here, bragging about enrolling in college, I had my doubts."

"About what?"

"About her being a student. I figured it was another one of her cons." To me: "She lied since she got out of diapers—whether you saw it or not, that's the truth. When she was four, five years old she'd point to red, tell you it was blue, just about convince you. To me, she didn't look like a student, never seen a student dress like that, flash all that jewelry."

"Expensive stuff," said Milo.

"To my eye, but what the hell do I know—I don't shop on Rodeo. Her mother liked all that crap too, used to lean hard on my checkbook. I had a good business back then, but who wants to blow it on that crap?" He pitched forward. Smiled. "She married an old guy. My ex. Senile old bag of shit. She's soaking him for his dough, waiting for him to croak— Did you tell her about Lauren yet?"

"Just came from her place, sir."

Teague's smile died. Suspicion slitted his eyes. "She probably told you I was an asshole."

"We didn't discuss you," said Milo. "Only Lauren. And by the way, Lauren was enrolled at the U."

"Yeah? Well, look where that got her." Teague sat back in the recliner. The footrest shot out, and he stretched his legs. The soles of his feet were black and callused. He breathed in, let the air out. Beneath his rib cage his belly swelled. "I know you think I'm an asshole. 'Cause I'm not faking out that everything was cool between me and Lauren. But at least I'm honest. Okay, so Lauren was in school. But that doesn't mean she wasn't still hanging around with low life. You won't hear that from my ex—she's living in a dreamworld, Lauren was some angel— How'd she take it?"

"Hard," said Milo. "Any contact between you and your ex?"

"Same as Lauren. Every so often, she used to call, throw it in my face."

"When was the last time?"

Teague thought. "Years ago." His smile was reborn. "It's not like she's gonna come visit the kids. That pisses her off—my having kids. She and I tried real hard to have a bunch and all we could squeeze out was Lauren. Clear to see it was her problem— Anyway, check out Lauren's lifestyle, that's my suggestion. She was living the life, riding high on the wave. But it wasn't for free."

"Few things are," said Milo.

"Wrong," said Teague. "Nothing is."

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