Jesse was quiet. He knew she would tell her story in the way that she would tell it. There was no point hurrying her. If she had something, it would eventually appear.
"We always go to my apartment," she said. "I say I am only comfortable there. And he does not care where we do it. I am very good at doing sex."
Jesse smiled and nodded.
"And I have a tape machine that listens to everything that is said."
She took a small tape recorder out of her purse and put it on the edge of Jesse's desk in front of her. Jesse raised his eyebrows.
"Is it all right if I play some of it?" she said.
"It is," Jesse said.
"I will only play a part I think is important. Much of all the tape I have is of us doing sex, or Normie talking dirty. And me talking dirty to him to make him like me. It is embarrassing. I do not wish to play that."
"Good," Jesse said.
"Will you plug it in, please," Natalya said. "I do not know if the batteries are lasting."
Jesse plugged it in. Natalya stood and hovered over the machine for a moment. Then she pushed play and sat back down in her chair.
"We do all these things," Natalya said. "And I do not even know your whole name."
"Norman Anthony Salerno," he said.
Jesse was watching Natalya. She was listening as if she'd never heard it before.
Natalya giggled on the tape.
"How come you have such big muscles, Norman Anthony Salerno?" There was a faint sound of ice cubes clicking in a glass. "I pump a lot of iron," he said. "It's useful in my line of work."
"What do you do for work," Natalya said.
"I fuck you," he said, and laughed.
The ice cubes clicked again.
Natalya showed nothing as the tape ran. Occasionally she looked at Jesse, as if she wanted his approval.
"You don't need big muscles for that," Natalya said. "What do you do for money?"
"Man, you broads are all the same," he said. " 'What do you do for money?' I got plenty of money, don't worry about that."
"So, where you get plenty of money?"
The ice clinked.
"I'm the head of security for a very rich man," he said.
"Is that dangerous?"
"Can be," Normie said.
"You have a gun?"
"Sure," he said. "Guy my size don't usually need one, but now and then you need one, you know? To take care of business."
"What is 'take care of business'?"
Normie laughed.
"Man, you don't know much, do you," he said.
"No," she said.
"If somebody's a problem, and he has to be whacked… I take care of business."
" 'Whacked'?" she said.
"For crissake, killed," Normie said. "You understand killed?"
"You kill people?"
"I've killed a few," Normie said. "Get me a drink."
There was the sound of bedsprings and a faint sound of bottles and glasses and ice, then the bedspring sound again.
"Have you actually kill somebody?" Natalya said.
"Sure."
"I don't believe that," Natalya said. "I believe you tough guy. But I don't believe you kill someone."
"No?"
"No."
"I kill someone, two someones, right in town," he said.
"In Paradise?"
"Absolutely," Normie said. "You probably read about it in the papers."
"The two men on Paradise Neck?"
"Bingo," Normie said.
"I do not believe that," Natalya said.
"Ognowski," Normie said, "and Moynihan."
"You really did?" she said.
"Bet your ass," Normie said. "Course, you tell anybody and I'll deny it."
There was the sound of ice and glass and the faint sound of swallowing.
"And I'll kill you."
"I will not tell," Natalya said.
"I'll bet you won't," he said.
Again, the sound of drinking.
Then he said, "Let's get back to business here."
She giggled.
"You like how many times I can go?" he said.
"Of course," she said.
"Pretty good, huh?" he said.
"Very good," she said.
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NATALYA LEANED forward and stopped the tape.
"It is embarrassing," she said.
"I'll need to hear it all," Jesse said.
She nodded.
"When I am gone," she said. "It is embarrassing to listen to it."
"Yes," Jesse said.
"Is he caught?" Natalya said.
"You have caught him," Jesse said.
"Good, then I will not have to see him again."
"You will probably have to testify," Jesse said.
She nodded.
"He killed Petrov Ognowski," she said. "My husband. Nicolas Ognowski's son."
Jesse nodded.
"He will not go to trial," she said.
"One of you will kill him?" Jesse said.
"Yes."
"Why did you bring this to me?" Jesse said.
"To be sure," Natalya said. "If somehow he is not killed, you will know. My father-in-law says you are good cop. You would find a way to get him."
"If he is killed," Jesse said, "I'm going to have to come looking for you."
"Of course," Natalya said. "But you will not find us."
"The thing is," Jesse said, "Normie is a nobody. He would have no reason to kill either of those people unless he were told to by Reggie Galen. In fact, he wouldn't dare unless he were told to."
"You think Normie is lying?"
"He might be," Jesse said.
"To impress me?"
"Maybe," Jesse said.
"So maybe I find out who did it and I am wrong?" she said.
"Usually that kind of work for Reggie Galen would be done by a man named Bob Davis."
"So I have failed?"
"No," Jesse said. "You've done a great job. That tape gives me enough leverage on Normie to flip him."
" 'Flip'?"
"Get him to testify for our side, make him a deal."
"So he get away with it?" Natalya said.
"No, he'll do time," Jesse said.
"Not enough," Natalya said.
"We flip him and we can probably roll up everybody involved. He's a blow. Once I've got him, he'll talk to me about everything."
"My father-in-law can do that," Natalya said.
"I'm sure he can," Jesse said. "But with somebody's foot on his neck, how do you know he's telling the truth?"
"How will you?"
"We'll gather evidence."
Natalya leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs and tapped her fingertips together in front of her face.
"Who is this man, Bob Davis."
"Reggie Galen's bodyguard, last I knew," Jesse said. "He's not Normie."
"No?"
"No," Jesse said. "I'm pretty sure he's the real deal."
"You think he kill my husband?"
"I don't know, but let me find out. Otherwise, you could end up killing the wrong man."
"My father-in-law does not care if he kills somebody wrong," she said.
"But you both care," Jesse said, "about killing the right guy."
"Yes."
"If you kill Normie, you may eliminate our only chance to be sure who the right guy is," Jesse said.
"You don't think Normie is the right guy?"
"He might be. He might not be. The point is, even if he is the right guy, he isn't the only right guy. Somebody told him to do it."
Natalya nodded.
"Who?" Jesse said. "Why?"
She nodded again.
"I will discuss with my father-in-law," she said, and stood.
Jesse unplugged the little recorder and took the tape and handed the recorder to Natalya.
"I'll need the tape," he said.
Natalya nodded.
"It is a copy," she said.