Milo said, “Mr. Giacomo?”
Giacomo clenched his eyes shut and waved him off.
When the young barmaid brought the drinks, he was still sobbing and she was mature enough to look the other way.
“Sorry about that faggy shit.”
“Don’t be,” said Milo.
“Well I fuckin’ am.” Giacomo rubbed his eyes, ran his jacket sleeve over the lids. The tweed left red trails across his cheeks. “What they told me is I gotta fill out forms so I can take it with me. After that, I’m outta here.”
He gazed at his beer as if it were a urine sample. Drank anyway.
“I got this to tell you: The few times Tori called, her mother bugged her- getting any parts, sleeping enough, dating anyone. I try to tell Arlene. Don’t bug her. She says ‘I do it ’cause I care.’ Meaning I don’t.”
Giacomo swallowed more beer. “Now all of a sudden, she’s telling me Tori was maybe dating someone. How does she know? Tori didn’t say so but she didn’t deny it.”
“Any details?”
Giacomo’s lip curled. “Mother’s intuition.” He rotated his mug. “That place stinks. Your coroner’s. Smells like garbage left out for a month. Any way you can use what I just told you?”
“Not without some kind of evidence.”
“Figures- I’m not trying to bust your balls, but what I got to look forward to when I get home ain’t no picnic. Dealing with the church, who knows what the pope’s position is on burying- my sister’s gonna talk to the monsignor, we’ll see.”
Milo sipped his Diet Coke.
Lou Giacomo said, “I keep telling myself Tori’s in a better place. If I can’t convince myself of that, I might as well…”
Milo said, “If I call your wife, is it possible she can tell me more?”
Giacomo shook his head. “But suit yourself. She was always bugging Tori- are you eating, are you exercising, how’re your teeth. What she never got was Tori finally wanted to grow up. So what do you think, is Tori connected to that other girl?”
Milo’s lie was smooth. “I can’t say that, Mr. Giacomo.”
“But you’re not not saying it.”
“Everything’s an open issue at this point.”
“Meaning you don’t know shit.”
“That’s a pretty accurate appraisal.”
Giacomo’s smile was queasy. “You’re probably gonna get pissed but I did something.”
“What’s that?”
“I went over there. To Tori’s apartment. Knocked on all the doors and asked if they remembered Tori, or seen any guy hanging around. What a dump. Mostly you got Mexicans living there, I’m gettin’ all these confused looks, no speaky English. You could get hold of the landlords and ask ’em to pull their rental records.”
“Seeing as you already tried and they said no?”
“Hey- ”
Milo said, “Don’t worry about it, just tell me what they said.”
“They said diddly.” Giacomo handed over a scrap of paper. Holiday Inn stationery. A name and a 323 number.
Milo said, “Home-Rite Management.”
Giacomo said, “Bunch of Chinese, I talked to some woman with an accent. She claimed they didn’t own the building two years ago. I try to explain to her this is important but I got nowhere.” He ran his hands along the sides of his head. “Stupid bitch- it’s like my brain’s gonna explode. I’m bringing Tori back home in a fuckin’ carry-on.”
We drove him back to the Holiday Inn, let the engine idle, and walked him to the hotel’s glass doors.
“I’m sorry about that alkie crack, okay? That other time, that Indian place, you guys had tea, I was just…” He shrugged. “Out of line, none of my business.”
Milo placed a hand on his shoulder. “No apologies necessary. What you’ve gone through, I couldn’t hope to understand.”
Giacomo didn’t repel the contact. “Be straight with me: Would you consider this a bad one? Compared to most of them that you get?”
“They’re all bad.”
“Yeah, of course, sure. Like someone else’s kid ain’t as important as mine. But my kid’s what I’m thinking about- think I’ll ever be able to not think about it?”
Milo said, “People tell me it gets easier.”
“Hope so. You find anything, you’ll let me know?”
“Of course.”
Giacomo nodded and shook Milo’s hand. “You guys are all right.”
We watched him enter the hotel lobby, pass the desk without word, and stand fidgeting in front of the elevator without touching the button. Thirty seconds later, he slapped his temple and pushed. Turned around, saw us, and mouthed the word “stooopid.”
Milo smiled. We got back in the car and drove off.
“ ‘People tell me it gets easier’,” said Milo. “Pretty therapeutic, huh? Speaking of lies, I need to get to the office, chart all that stuff Little Brie thought was off the record. Don’t wanna bore you.”
“Want me to meet you at Michaela’s apartment tomorrow morning?”
“Nah, that could be boring, too. But how about you phone Tori’s mom, see if a Ph.D. helps. The ex-husband, too. Here’s the numbers.”
I made the calls the following morning. Arlene Giacomo was a thoughtful, sane woman.
She said, “Lou drive you nuts?”
“Not yet.”
“He needs me,” she said. “I want him home.”
I let her talk for a while. Eulogizing Tori but providing nothing new. When I brought up the dating issue, she said, “A mother can tell, believe me. But I’ve got no details, Tori was really into being free, no more girl talk with Mama. That was something her father couldn’t grasp, he always bugged her.”
I thanked her and punched in Michael Caravanza’s number. A woman answered.
“Hold on- Mii-keee!”
Moments later a slurred, “Yeah?”
I explained why I was calling. He said, “Hold on- one second, babe. This is about Tori? You found her?”
“Her remains were identified yesterday.”
“Remains- oh, shit, I don’t wanna tell Sandy, she knew Tori.”
“Did she know her well?”
“Nah,” said Caravanza, “just from church. What happened?”
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out. Did you have contact with her after she moved to L.A.?”
“We were divorced, but we were getting along, you know? Like they say, amicable. She called me a coupla times, maybe the first month. Then it stopped.”
“No more loneliness.”
“I figured she hooked up with someone.”
“She say that?”
“Nah, but I know- knew Tori. When she had that voice it meant she was excited about something. And it sure wasn’t her acting career, she wasn’t getting shit. That she told me.”
“No idea who she was seeing?”
“You think he did it to her?”
“Any lead would be helpful.”
“Well,” said Michael Caravanza, “if she did what she said she was gonna do, she hooked up with some movie star. That was the plan. Go to Hollywood, the right clubs, whatever, meet some movie star and show him she could be a star, too.”
“Ambitious.”
“Ambitious is what split us up. I’m a working guy, Tori thought her shit was- she thought she was gonna be Angelina Jolie or something- what’s that- hold on, babe, just a sec- sorry, Sandy’s my fiancée.”
“Congratulations,” I said.
“Yeah, I’m gonna try the marriage thing again. Sandy’s nice and she wants kids. No big church deal, this time, we’re just gonna do it with some judge then go off to Aruba or something.”
“Sounds nice.”
“Hope so. Don’t get me wrong, Tori was a nice girl. She just thought she could be someone else.”
“The few times she did call,” I said, “did she say anything that could help us?”