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not flirty. "I'm trying to make this as
easy for you as I can."
"Big of you."
"Also, when I get information from one person, I
check it with another. That way, I can tell when somebody's lying to
me, setting themselves up for perjury down the line."
Perjury seemed to soak in. Fagan said, "Ask."
"You were having a party for Mau Tim that
night."
"Right."
" Do you know where she was before the party that
day?"
"Up in her bathroom, taking a shower."
"Before that."
"I dunno. On a shoot somewheres, probably."
"Where?"
"I dunno. She did quite a lot of shoots."
Quite a lot. "George Yulin said she wasn't
working that day. Called in, but wasn't on a job."
"Then I dunno."
"How did you and Mau Tim come to live in the
same building?"
"She was living there, there was this other
apartment open, so she says do I want it and I says yeah."
"I understand her family owns the building."
Fagan stopped. Then, "Far as I know. I just give
Ooch the rent money, he sends it in."
"The super."
"Yeah."
"You pay him in cash?"
"That's the deal. What the fuck does this have
to do with Mau Tim?"
"Okay. That night — the night she was killed,
when did you last see her?"
"I didn't."
"Didn't see her?"
"No."
"Did you talk with her?"
"I called Mau when I got in. She said she'd be
coming down for the party later, was there anything I needed."
"When was this?"
"When I got home."
"When was that?"
"I dunno. It was a nice warm day out, so I
walked."
"Approximately."
"I dunno. Five, five-thirty, maybe."
"What did you tell her?"
"Tell her?"
I began to empathize with Chris the photographer.
"When she asked you if you needed anything, what did you tell
her?"
"Oh, I says no, it's your fucking birthday, for
chrissakes."
"What did she say?"
Another stop. "Not much. She had to call some
people, maybe."
"Who?"
"I dunno."
I didn't see Holt giving me a look at the telephone
company's local line records when he did get them.
"What did you do after you hung up with Mau
Tim?"
"I took a shower, trimmed my nails, turned on
the stereo. What the fuck — "
"Did you talk to her after that?"
"No."
"Did you hear anything from her apartment?"
"We're like a floor apart. You can't hear
nothing except the water."
"The water?"
"The water in the pipes. Mau Tim took a shower,
I'd hear it in my kitchen pipes."
"And did you hear that?"
"Sure. I was in my kitchen, I can hear the water
through the pipes."
"That night?"
"Yeah, that night."
"When?"
Fagan huffed. "I dunno what fucking time. Look,
I don't keep looking at my watch, you know?"
"Okay. At some point, you hear the water in the
pipes."
"Right. I'm in my kitchen, getting things ready
for the party, and I hear the water and then Oz comes in."
"Oscar Puriefoy."
"Yeah. Oz."
"And he comes into your apartment?"
"Yeah."
I thought about the raised last flight of the fire
escape. "He's got a key?"
The stop again. "No. No, he don't."
"Then how did he get in?"
"How do you think? He rang me from outside, and
I opened the door for him."
"Go on."
"Awright, so Oz is in my apartment, right? So I
says to him, go get us some wine, I forgot."
"You forgot the wine for the party."
"Yeah."
"How old are you, Ms. Fagan?"
A stop. "Nineteen."
Underage to buy the wine even if she hadn't
"forgotten" it.
"Then what?"
"Then Oz goes out and — — "
"Wait a second. Is the water still running?"
"The water?"
"From upstairs through the pipes in your
kitchen."
"I think so. It was just like, water, awright?
Besides, I had quite a lot to do."
Lindqvist's influence again. "So Puriefoy goes
out for wine."
"Right."
"And you give him your key?"
"No. No, he don't have no key, understand?"
"Okay. How long is he gone?"
"I dunno."
"Can you estimate?"
"Ten, fifteen minutes maybe."
"Then what?"
"He comes back."
"And you let him in and all."
"Right."
"What happened then?"
"Oz is in the kitchen, opening the wine, and
then Larry Shin comes by."
"Larry Shinkawa?"
"Yeah."
"He rings the bell — "
"
easy for you as I can."
"Big of you."
"Also, when I get information from one person, I
check it with another. That way, I can tell when somebody's lying to
me, setting themselves up for perjury down the line."
Perjury seemed to soak in. Fagan said, "Ask."
"You were having a party for Mau Tim that
night."
"Right."
" Do you know where she was before the party that
day?"
"Up in her bathroom, taking a shower."
"Before that."
"I dunno. On a shoot somewheres, probably."
"Where?"
"I dunno. She did quite a lot of shoots."
Quite a lot. "George Yulin said she wasn't
working that day. Called in, but wasn't on a job."
"Then I dunno."
"How did you and Mau Tim come to live in the
same building?"
"She was living there, there was this other
apartment open, so she says do I want it and I says yeah."
"I understand her family owns the building."
Fagan stopped. Then, "Far as I know. I just give
Ooch the rent money, he sends it in."
"The super."
"Yeah."
"You pay him in cash?"
"That's the deal. What the fuck does this have
to do with Mau Tim?"
"Okay. That night — the night she was killed,
when did you last see her?"
"I didn't."
"Didn't see her?"
"No."
"Did you talk with her?"
"I called Mau when I got in. She said she'd be
coming down for the party later, was there anything I needed."
"When was this?"
"When I got home."
"When was that?"
"I dunno. It was a nice warm day out, so I
walked."
"Approximately."
"I dunno. Five, five-thirty, maybe."
"What did you tell her?"
"Tell her?"
I began to empathize with Chris the photographer.
"When she asked you if you needed anything, what did you tell
her?"
"Oh, I says no, it's your fucking birthday, for
chrissakes."
"What did she say?"
Another stop. "Not much. She had to call some
people, maybe."
"Who?"
"I dunno."
I didn't see Holt giving me a look at the telephone
company's local line records when he did get them.
"What did you do after you hung up with Mau
Tim?"
"I took a shower, trimmed my nails, turned on
the stereo. What the fuck — "
"Did you talk to her after that?"
"No."
"Did you hear anything from her apartment?"
"We're like a floor apart. You can't hear
nothing except the water."
"The water?"
"The water in the pipes. Mau Tim took a shower,
I'd hear it in my kitchen pipes."
"And did you hear that?"
"Sure. I was in my kitchen, I can hear the water
through the pipes."
"That night?"
"Yeah, that night."
"When?"
Fagan huffed. "I dunno what fucking time. Look,
I don't keep looking at my watch, you know?"
"Okay. At some point, you hear the water in the
pipes."
"Right. I'm in my kitchen, getting things ready
for the party, and I hear the water and then Oz comes in."
"Oscar Puriefoy."
"Yeah. Oz."
"And he comes into your apartment?"
"Yeah."
I thought about the raised last flight of the fire
escape. "He's got a key?"
The stop again. "No. No, he don't."
"Then how did he get in?"
"How do you think? He rang me from outside, and
I opened the door for him."
"Go on."
"Awright, so Oz is in my apartment, right? So I
says to him, go get us some wine, I forgot."
"You forgot the wine for the party."
"Yeah."
"How old are you, Ms. Fagan?"
A stop. "Nineteen."
Underage to buy the wine even if she hadn't
"forgotten" it.
"Then what?"
"Then Oz goes out and — — "
"Wait a second. Is the water still running?"
"The water?"
"From upstairs through the pipes in your
kitchen."
"I think so. It was just like, water, awright?
Besides, I had quite a lot to do."
Lindqvist's influence again. "So Puriefoy goes
out for wine."
"Right."
"And you give him your key?"
"No. No, he don't have no key, understand?"
"Okay. How long is he gone?"
"I dunno."
"Can you estimate?"
"Ten, fifteen minutes maybe."
"Then what?"
"He comes back."
"And you let him in and all."
"Right."
"What happened then?"
"Oz is in the kitchen, opening the wine, and
then Larry Shin comes by."
"Larry Shinkawa?"
"Yeah."
"He rings the bell — "
"
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