Greg Herren - Murder in the Rue Ursulines

“You never asked?”

“Of course not!” She looked shocked. “It wasn’t any of my business…although now I wish I had.” She sighed. “She wouldn’t have told me anyway, I guess. She would have just gotten mad. She had quite a temper…especially if it was one of her bad days.”

“Why did you assume it was Freddy Bliss who was coming over?”

“Who else would it have been?” She shrugged. She leaned forward and lowered her voice again. “Besides, one time when she told me to leave, the next morning I found a cell phone in the living room. It wasn’t hers.” She blushed. “I checked the stored numbers…and called one stored as MAIN HOUSE. Jillian Long answered it herself.” She gave me a sly look. “I just said I’d found the phone on the street, and she thanked me and asked me to put it through their mail slot.” She gave me a triumphant smile. “Jillian had no idea what was going on, but I knew . Freddy and Glynis were seeing each other behind Jillian’s back.”

I didn’t respond. My head was spinning. If Freddy and Glynis were seeing each other, not only did Freddy have a stronger motive-it also gave Jillian one. “Did you tell the police all of this?”

“Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I?” She made a face. “I didn’t work for them.”

I nodded. “So, why did you go back to the house?”

“I forgot my car keys.” She sighed. “I keep the keys for Glynis’s house on a separate ring. I don’t like having lots of keys, and after I ate dinner, I got to my car and realized I didn’t have MY keys. So I went back to get them.” She gave a shudder. “I mean, I knew Glynis would be mad at me for coming back, but I figured I could slip in and out without her knowing I’d been there. I always put my own keys on the table in the front room, and I was in such a hurry to leave that I just walked right out without them.” Her eyes filled again. “But when I got there, and put my key in the front door, I locked it. Then I knew something was wrong. Glynis was a stickler about locking the house-she would have never let someone in and left it unlocked.

“ She kept her own keys in the lock on the inside of the front door. So I unlocked the door and went in-and her keys were there on the inside, hanging from the lock, where they should be. The house was, you know, really quiet.” She took a couple of deep breaths. “I picked up my keys, and went down the hall to the living room-I just figured, you know, I would check and see if she was all right. I wouldn’t go back to the bedroom, in case Freddy was still there…” Her voice trailed off for a moment, and her eyes filled with tears. This time she let them flow. “The living room door was open, and from the hall I could see her. She was just lying there…her head in a puddle…and I started screaming.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “It was so awful…”

“Why did you call Freddy and Jillian before you called 911?”

“I did?” She shook her head. “Yes, yes, I guess I did.” Her lower lip continued to tremble. “I wasn’t really thinking, I guess.”

“How did you know their number?”

“I-“ She thought for a moment. “Yes, my cell phone wasn’t charged, I remember now. I got my phone out and it was dead. Glynis’s phone was there on the table, so I picked it up and I must have hit redial when I turned it on. Yes, I remember now. I spoke to Freddy, I told him what had happened and asked what I should do. He told me to call 911.” She gave me a funny look. “How did you know I did that? The police didn’t ask me about that. I’d completely forgotten about it.”

“Freddy told me.” I replied. I watched her face. “The police will ask you about it. They’ll check her phone for incoming and outgoing calls.”

“Oh.” She shrugged. “It’s not a big deal, really. Is it?”

“It looks funny,” I answered, “that you would call Freddy and Jillian before you called the police.”

“Well, I didn’t do it on purpose. Like I said, I must have hit redial when I turned her phone on.” She narrowed her eyes a bit. “Chanse, you have to understand. I was in so much shock, I wasn’t really thinking, you know? It was a horrible thing. Horrible.” She shuddered. “It brought back so many horrible memories…I found a suicide once.”

“I beg pardon?”

“My parents died when I was really young.” Her voice got very small. “I was in foster care. When I was a teenager, I was placed with this family who took in about twelve foster kids on a farm. One of the boys killed himself. I found him.” She began to shudder again. “And when I walked in and saw Glynis…it was like reliving that whole horrible time again.” She started crying in earnest now, her small body shaking.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” I took both of her hands in mine and squeezed them. “That must have been difficult.”

“Being in foster care was no picnic.” She struggled to get hold of herself. “Would you mind getting me a water?”

I stood up and walked back inside just as the kid with the gray sweatpants was walking out. He smiled at me, and I saw the row of braces across his lower teeth. I smiled back and went to the counter. There was no line, and as I ordered the bottled water, I looked out the front windows and saw the kid talking to Rosemary. That’s weird, I thought, paying for the water and walking back out. The kid was gone. I saw him about half-way up the block walking toward Esplanade. I handed her the water as I sat down. “Who was that kid? He looks familiar.”

She opened the water and took a big slug. “Joey?” She gave me a weak smile. “He’s just one of the neighborhood kids. He’s really sweet. I met him one morning when I was outside smoking on the stoop-Glynis wouldn’t let me smoke in the house. He bummed a cigarette from me, and we started talking. He’s a good kid, really. He’s had it rough-not foster care, like me, but his parents threw him out.” She shrugged. “I pay him to run errands for me every once in a while. You know, just to help him out.”

“I’d swear I’d seen him somewhere before.”

She gave me a sly look. “Ever go to a place called the Brass Rail? He dances there on weekends.”

Thinking maybe she’d brought up a gay bar to test the waters, I replied cautiously. “I’ve been there, but not in months.” I didn’t like the place. One of the more disreputable gay bars in the Quarter, it was not in the St. Ann axis. It was on Burgundy, further uptown in the Quarter. Its primary draw was the kids dancing on the bar in their underwear-and it attracted an older crowd. The Brass Rail only hired dancers who looked like they weren’t legal-and rumor had it they were also for sale. On the rare occasions when I went there, I always felt kind of sleazy. The dancers were very forward-as opposed to the ones in the Fruit Loop. That made me uncomfortable-I’m not opposed to strippers, as long as they didn’t try to get money out of me. If I wound up there, it was only after I’d been drinking and someone else made the suggestion. I never stayed for long. “Anyway, I need to get going.” I made a show of checking my watch. “Oh, do you know if Brett trains at a particular gym? I haven’t had much luck getting him to return my calls.”

“He trains at Bodytech, Uptown. I think it’s on Magazine Street.” She shrugged. “When Glynis was looking for a trainer, I saw his ad in Gambit and called him.”

Bodytech was my gym, but I didn’t know any of the trainers there. I wondered which one he was. “And how about Darlene? She hasn’t called me back, either.”

She frowned. “Why do you need to talk to them?”

I smiled back. “Just tying up some loose ends, is all.”

She shrugged. “Darlene’s a little strange, to tell you the truth. Something about her always bothered me, but I could never quite put my finger on what it was. I’ll call her and tell her to call you.”