"Not at all." Roarke walked over, took a seat behind his desk. "And no, I'm not leaving. Jamal's entitled to have a representative present."
"I would like to help." Jamal sat, his back arrow-straight, and folded his hands neatly on his lap. "Even if I hadn't been instructed to give full cooperation, I would want to help. It's my duty."
"Well, that's a refreshing attitude, Jamal. I'm going to record this. Peabody?"
"Yes, sir. Record on."
"Interview with Jamal Jabar, regarding the attempted murder of Moniqua Cline. Casefile H- 78932C. Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, conducting the interview. Also present Peabody, Officer Delia, as aide and Roarke as subject Jabar's chosen representative. Jamal, you're employed as waitstaff in The Royal Bar of the Roarke Palace Hotel. Correct?"
"Yes. I've been serving here for three years."
"And last night, in that capacity, you served a couple in station five of your section."
"I served four couples at that station during my shift."
Eve took out the stills, held them up. "Do you recognize these people?"
"I do. They were in my section last night, at station five. They had a bottle of Dom Perignon '56, beluga caviar with full accompaniments. The gentleman arrived at just before nine o'clock and was very specific in what he wished to be served, and how."
"He arrived first."
"Oh yes, nearly thirty minutes before the lady. But he instructed me to bring the champagne right away, and to open the bottle. He wished to pour himself. The caviar was to be served after she arrived."
"Did he have a bag, black leather, long strap, with him?"
"He did. He didn't wish to check it. He kept it on the booth beside him. He made one call on his 'link. I assumed it was to the lady as he was waiting so long for her. But he didn't seem impatient, and when I stopped by to make certain he was comfortable and inquired if his guest was late, he told me she was not."
"When did he pour the champagne?"
"I didn't notice precisely, but when it was nearly nine-thirty, the glasses were full. She arrived shortly after that. And I realized – thought I realized why he had come so early if indeed she was timely. I assumed he'd been nervous as this was a first date."
"How did you know it was a first date?"
"I would have guessed because there was an excitement, and a slight formality between them at the beginning. But I was sure of it as I heard her say how happy she was to finally meet him face-to-face."
"What did they talk about?"
Jamal turned toward Roarke. "We're not supposed to listen to the guests' conversations."
"You got ears. Hearing isn't the same as listening."
"No, it isn't." Jamal's face registered his appreciation for her distinction. "When I served the caviar, they were speaking of art and literature, the way people do as they look for a comfortable spot to settle with each other. He was very attentive, but gentlemanly. At the beginning."
"But that changed."
"You could say they became very… at ease with each other very quickly. They touched, kissed in a way that indicated intimacy, or the willingness for it. If you understand me, Lieutenant."
"Yeah, I follow you."
"When I cleared the caviar, it was the lady who paid. This seemed distasteful to me as he had been the one to order." He looked a little sheepish. "But she gave me a very generous tip. They lingered over the wine. She became, it seemed to me, quite aggressive. At one point…" He shifted in his chair, relinked his fingers. "I saw her hand under the table. And, well, in his trousers. As this is against restaurant policy, I debated reporting it to my supervisor. But then she got up and went into the ladies' lounge. When she returned, they left."
"Had you ever seen either of them before last night?"
"I don't remember her, but we see so many people. The Royal Bar is a city landmark, after all. But I remember him."
Eve's head came up, just an inch. "How?"
"He's been in my section before, that same station. Only a week ago, perhaps a little more. With another man. He didn't look the same, but it was him. Last night, his hair was lighter and longer. His face different somehow. I can't really say."
"But you recognized him?"
"His ring. I'd admired it before. My wife is a jeweler, so I tend to notice a good piece when I see it. It's a wide band with alternating ribbons of white and yellow gold with a square stone. A ruby with a dragon's head carved into it. Very distinctive. His companion had one as well, but with a sapphire. I thought at the time they were mates, and these their wedding rings."
"This man last night had on the ruby ring."
"Yes. I nearly remarked on it, but as he looked so different I assumed he didn't wish to be recognized. And he indicated, quite clearly, he didn't wish to speak with his server."
Eve got to her feet, circled the room. "Tell me about the time you saw him before. Him, and the other man."
"I only remember it was about a week ago. I don't remember which evening. But I think it was early in my shift. Near seven o'clock. They had wine and hors d'oeuvres." He smiled thinly. "And didn't tip well."
"How did they pay?"
"Cash."
"What did they talk about?"
"I didn't hear very much. They seemed to be arguing, but good-naturedly, over which of them would start the game. They were in very high spirits. And it amused me when I was taking an order from station six that the gentlemen in five were flipping a coin."
Bryna Bankhead, Eve thought, had died on the flip of a coin. "I need you to work with an imaging tech, Jamal."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to describe him very well."
"Let us worry about that. We appreciate your cooperation. You've been a really big help. Someone will contact you about the imaging."
"All right." He glanced at Roarke, got the nod of approval, and rose. "I hope whatever I've told you helps you stop him from hurting anyone else."
"Jamal." Roarke got to his feet. "I'll speak to your supervisor. You'll be paid for whatever time you need to take off to assist the police. Any lost time won't affect your benefits or salary."
"Thank you, sir."
"We run the ring," Eve snapped the minute the doors closed behind Jamal. "Every jewelry store in New York that does custom work. Order an imaging tech, priority one."
"On it," Peabody replied.
"Lieutenant?" Roarke's voice stopped her before she'd taken two steps toward the door.
"What?"
"Where are you going?"
"Central, to review the security discs. See if I can spot the rings."
"You can do that here. And on this equipment, a great deal faster. Computer, replay security disc, Royal Bar, June six, twenty-two forty-five."
Working… Display selection?
"Wait a minute? You've got visual security on the lounge?"
"I believe in being thorough."
She cursed under her breath. "You could've mentioned it."
"Seeing it's so much more effective. Wall screen one."
The lounge spilled onto the screen, all opulence and color. The elegant sat at tables or glided on the dance floor while those who served them moved with seamless efficiency from table to booth, from booth to what she assumed was the kitchen.
The images sped up as Roarke manually ordered fast-forward.
"He should be coming along any… Ah." He stopped the progress, froze the screen.
Eve stepped closer, concentrating on his hands. "Can't see the ring from this angle. Play it forward." She waited, watched him speak briefly to the evening hostess. Watched him being led to his reserved booth. His hands were under the table and out of view when Jamal stepped up to greet him.
"Come on, come on, come on," Eve urged. "Scratch your nose or something."
Jamal returned with the bottle of champagne, the flutes. Completed the setup. But when he offered to pour the wine, he was impatiently waved away.
"Freeze image," Eve ordered, but Roarke already had.
"Increase sector twenty through thirty, fifty percent."
When Roarke repeated her request, Eve realized the unit was set for his voice command only. Any irritation she might have felt was overpowered by the satisfaction of seeing the ruby ring in full detail. "I want a printout of that."