"You've seen him naked," Carey said. "Does he have any identifying marks, you know, around his penis, or on his butt? You know, something you couldn't have seen if he wasn't naked?"
Briar thought for a minute and then said, "Well' he shaves. You know, he shaves his cock and his balls. He does have a big brown spot, like a football shape, where the hair should be."
"Great!"
"And when I bit him, I bit a piece out of him," Briar said, with satisfaction. She smiled with the memory. "That's why he was bleeding so much. I bit out a piece and spit it on the floor. Not a big piece, but you know, enough that he was really bleeding."
"So he'll have a scar," Letty said.
"Oh, yeah."
"How long ago was that?" Carey asked.
"Last spring. I ran away in June ' and met Randy."
"Okay, then. We can handle Don," Carey said. "We can get rid of him. If we get rid of him, could you go back home?"
"Maybe," Briar said. She was twisting her hands, and then she said, "Maybe Randy doesn't love me. But you know what? He needs me. He needs me to take him around, and to rub his shoulders and his back, and clean him up. In my whole life, he's the only person who ever needed me. Who ever wanted me around. Except Don, I guess."
Letty leaned forward: "You want to be needed, become a nurse. Not a hooker. God. Juliet."
Briar looked doubtful, and Carey said, "Let's get rid of Don for a start. When we get rid of Don, and Juliet has a place to stay, then maybe we can make some progress."
Carey got up, and Letty said to her, "I need to walk with Juliet for one minute. I swear to God it won't be any longer than that. I'll be right back."
"What don't you want me to hear?" Carey asked.
Letty said, "Come on, Juliet. I'll be right back, Jen."
Down the sidewalk, Letty pressed seventy dollars into Juliet's hand. "Is that enough?"
"That should be," Briar said, and showed a little sparkle. "He hasn't caught me yet."
"He won't catch you," Letty said. "I can get some more money. We'll meet tomorrow-I'll call you. Remember what I said?"
"Yup." Briar showed a little grin. "Lie like a motherfucker."
Carey had been watching from a distance, and when Letty walked back to her, she said, "All right-that was interesting, but there's no story. I mean, nothing I would feel right about doing now. She's really too young to say "yes' to it."
"I don't want to do a story, either," Letty said. "I wanted you to meet her because I need to tell somebody the rest of it. I can't tell Mom or Dad-Mom would freak out and she wouldn't know what to do. And Dad ' well, that's the problem."
"What?" Carey asked.
"Juliet's pimp, this Randy. His name is Randy Whitcomb. Dad arrested him, and beat him up once-that's why he got kicked off the Minneapolis police that one time."
"That guy!" Carey said. "I remember that."
"Yeah. Then Randy got paralyzed and he blames Dad for what happened. So now he's trying to get back at Dad. By getting at me."
Carey's mouth dropped: "What?"
Letty filled in the rest of it, about Randy watching her in the park, tracking her to the McDonald's. "You know what Dad'll do if he finds out?"
Carey said, "He'll' oh, shit."
"He could get caught-they've had this long feud," Letty said.
"So what're you doing with Juliet?"
Letty shook her head: "First, tell me how we get rid of this mailman guy? Don."
"Get a camera, you know, we've got guys who'll do it for me," Carey said. "We get a camera and ambush Don and ask him about rolling around with an underage girl, talk to him about the amount of jail time he'll get. When he denies it, we tell him that she described his physical characteristics ' and then we tell him that we're more worried about her than about him doing jail time, so that if he moves out, and never comes back, there's no story. But the minute he comes back, or makes one single threat, or even a phone call, we make him into a movie star, off he goes to prison."
"Simple," Letty said.
"Not simple, but effective. There was this chick who used to work for a Lutheran social services group; she'd take underage hookers away from their pimps. I helped her out a couple of times, this way. We could do it with Whitcomb, too. Back him off Juliet, back him off Lucas, tell him he goes back to prison…"
Letty was shaking her head. "I actually thought about that. He's on parole. I figured that we could send him back, because she's underage. Then Juliet told me about him being paralyzed, and ' He can't do it. They don't have sex because he can't. He makes her work the street, and sometimes he makes her have sex with another guy, and he watches, and gets all worked up ' but she could walk away if she wanted to. Just leave him. He can't drive, either. So, everything she's been doing' I mean, it looks voluntary. The other thing is ' I'm not positive she'd testify against him."
"Ah, man."
"We need to get him," Letty said. She held Carey with an intense stare, and Carey felt almost unable to move out of it. "For sure. Randy is crazy. I've talked to Juliet a lot, about Randy, and he's crazy. If we don't get him, maybe he'll try to shoot Dad. Or me. Or Mom, or somebody But he's crazy and he's getting crazier, so we've got to get him."
"How?"
"What I'm trying to do is…" Letty looked away from Carey, up into the tree branches, away from Carey's eyes.
"What?"
"I thought I might get Randy to ' do something to her," Letty said.
"What?"
"When he gets mad, he makes her get down on her hands and knees, naked, and then he beats her with this stick," Letty said. "I've seen the stick-it has blood on it. He hasn't done it for a month and ' I mean, I don't know how evidence works, fingerprints and all that. But if he finds out she's been lying to him, and he beats her with that stick, and she calls me, and we call the cops ' He'll go back, right? Her blood will be on the stick, fresh, and her back will have the marks, and his fingerprints will be on the stick?"
Carey stared at her for a long fifteen seconds, then said, "Juliet is supposed to be your friend."
"My dad is my friend," Letty said.
"But Juliet'" Carey's jaw worked. "Letty, that's appalling. What you're thinking. That's the coldest thing I ever heard of."
"You do what you gotta do," Letty said, her eyes cutting back into Carey's.
Carey recoiled: "Not that."
"Look," Letty said. "She's gonna get beat, sooner or later. All we're doing is taking advantage."
"You're setting her up," Carey said.
"I'm taking care of Dad. Okay? That's what I'm doing. So let's take care of Don, and get Juliet a place to go if ' this other thing happens."
"Letty! I can't do this. This is awful," Carey said.
"It's already going. There's nothing you can do to stop it that wouldn't help Randy, and hurt Juliet and Dad and me." Letty stepped back and said, "So make your pick. Who do you help?"
Lucas, bored, called Jenkins and Shrake, and found them, bored, getting nowhere. He got some names from them and hit a dozen condo buildings himself, running down the presidents of the condo associations, getting head shakes and uh-uhs from each of them: nobody had seen anybody who looked like Cohn or the woman in the cell-phone photograph.
One of them said, "You might be on the right trail, though. We've only got twelve units here, and two of them are rented out. Bought on spec, can't be sold-might be foreclosed. Same thing all over town, so there's lots of space to hide out."
Lucas had stayed in touch with Mitford all afternoon, and on the last call, Mitford said, "I have six names for you. If they're going to hit again, there's a good chance it'll be one of these six guys. They've got the most money and they all got early reservations-before this Sabartes guy died in D.c."