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cigarette packs, a cigar box, a collection of remote controls. A wet bar favored tequila and rum. A stack of audiovisual gizmos took up most of the hearth. The sixty-inch flat-screen above the mantel was tuned to ESPN Classic, no sound. Lakers-Celtics play-off from back when giants were okay wearing short-shorts.
    The adjoining dining room was unfurnished. An open doorway flashed a glimpse of bare kitchen counters. The window cover wasn't a bedsheet; a frayed, beige curtain had come loose from its rod, was held in place by duct tape and clothespins. The place smelled like a cocktail lounge after closing.
    Fidella said, "Beer, guys? Something else?"
    "No, thanks," said Milo.
    "Mind if I do?"
    "Suit yourself."
    Fidella slouched to the bar, poured himself a double shot of Silver Patron, selected a lime wedge from a bowl of mixed citrus segments, and squirted the tequila.
    Half the drink was gone by the time he sat facing us. "Can't believe Elise is gone. Crazy."
    "Must've been tough discovering her," said Milo.
    "Oh, man, it was out of a movie." Fidella sucked on his cigar and sipped. "I mean the moment I saw her, wow, it was... I knew she was gone. But I guess I didn't wanna accept it so I kept telling myself she'd be okay. It wasn't till later that it started sinking in." A meaty hand slashed air. "Permanent."
    Fidella began rooting inside an eyelid with a fingertip, pulled something out, studied, flicked. "Guess she wasn't being paranoid."
    "About what?"
    "Bastards at Prep--the school she worked at. She told me they were out to get her."
    "Which bastards?" said Milo.
    Fidella shook his head. "That's the thing, she wouldn't mention names. I tried to get it out of her but she changed the subject."
    "All she said was someone was out to get her."
    "Yeah."
    "Not how or why?"
    "Uh-uh."
    "When did this conversation take place, Mr. Fidella?"
    "Maybe... a month ago? Three weeks? To be honest, guys, I figured she was being a drama queen. Elise could get like that. 'Specially that time of the month, know what I mean? Hormonal, almost kinda bipolar?"
    "She could be moody."
    "One day she's sweetness and light, next day it's like a dark cloud's over her, she's all closed up. When she gets like that, she doesn't answer her phone. What I used to do was come over, try to work things out, you know? But she never answered the door. And if I used my key, she'd freak out. Even though she was the one gave it to me in the first place. Tell the truth, that's what I kinda assumed when she didn't return calls for three days. That she was in one of those closed-up situations. But I went over anyway. 'Cause it wasn't that time of the month, know what I mean?"
    "You keep tabs on that kind of thing," said Milo.
    "Huh? No, it's just that when you're with a girl you get to know her rhythm."
    "So you knew Elise wasn't premenstrual and you went over."
    "Because she didn't answer the phone."
    "You let yourself in with your key."
    "I call out her name, no answer, figure maybe she's sick, in the bedroom, whatever. I'm worried, so yeah, I go in. She's not in the front, not in the bedroom, I go into the bathroom, the door's closed. I call her name, she doesn't answer, that's when I get this weird feeling. I open the door." Wince. "See her. I was gonna pull her out but she was clearly gone, you know? Blue, not moving. I figured moving her wouldn't be a good thing. For you guys' sake."
    "Preserving the scene."
    "If I'd moved her and messed things up, you'd be pissed, right? 'Cause she was obviously... don't think I wouldn'ta helped her if I could."
    "You did the right thing, Sal."
    "That was my intention."
    "So," said Milo, "a month or so ago she told you people at Prep were out to get her. She definitely used the plural?"
    "Huh?"
    " They were out to get her. More than one person."
    "Hmm. Yeah, I'm pretty sure... yeah, yeah, definitely they not him. That's another reason I thought she was being dramatic."
    "What do you mean?"
    "Everyone's against her? Like a