One hand kept frantically wiping. The other covered his eyes.
I said, “They didn’t just look asleep.”
“They looked…okay, yes, sir, they looked out of it. If I saw it I’d say, ‘Is she okay?’ and Paul would laugh and say, ‘She’s fine, what’re you, a fucking EMT?’ Then he’d carry her out.”
“Did you ever find out what happened to them?”
Kehoe lowered the shielding hand but avoided eye contact. “Ishould have. When I read what he did to that girl, it hit me. I was like one of those…people who pretend to be moral but they don’t go the extra step, you know? Caitlin says it wasn’t my fault, what could I do? But maybe I could’ve. I don’t know.”
Milo said, “Any idea where Paul would take them?”
“I mean it didn’t happen all the time, some of them were okay,” said Kehoe. “They’d come out in the morning and he’d give them an energy bar or something and call them an Uber.”
“But others got carried out in the middle of the night.”
Slow nod. “Yes, sir.”
“Those women,” said Milo, “where did he take them?”
“I don’t know, sir. Honestly. If I asked, he’d laugh. One time, it was bugging me, seeing him carry them and they’re looking so out of it, I kind of demanded it. ‘Where are youtakingher, dude?’ His face got all red, he put her down on the couch—more like dropped her—and he was in my face and his fists were up. I put mine up and told him, ‘Go ahead, dude, that won’t change the question.’ I knew I could handle him, had taken him down in an arm wrestle plus I knew some mixed martial arts. And he knew it, too. So he laughed—he laughed a lot, he was always laughing but not at things I thought were funny—he laughed and said, ‘You worry like an old woman. I’m taking her home, okay? Door-to-door service. Now shut the fuck up and go back to bed.’ So I did.”
Milo said, “How old were the women he brought home?”
“Young,” said Kehoe. “What you get in clubs.”
“Did he have any racial preferences?”
“Did he dig Asians or something like that? No, sir, they were all types. He’d laugh—he’d tell me, ‘I’m the fucking United Nations. They’ve got pussies, they get membership.’ ”
I said, “You suspected he was drugging them.”
“Why would they be knocked out like that just from…no way.Doingit doesn’t dothatto you.”
“What drugs did you see in Paul’s possession?”
“Just weed. We both smoked. A lot. We drank also. I don’t do any of that anymore.” He glanced at the bar. “Makes my job easier.”
Milo said, “You never saw Paul do anything but weed or booze?”
“At the club,” said Kehoe, “he’d sometimes do a little Molly. It was all around the clubs.”
“What about at home?”
“Never saw nothing, sir. He kept his bedroom locked.”
“When he had women over.”
“Uh-uh, always.”
I said, “Which made you even more suspicious.”
“Yes, sir. Whodoesthat?”
“During your time living with Paul, how many women would you say left unconscious?”
“Maybe…fifteen? Twelve? I wasn’t counting.”
“Did any of the women ever show up more than once?”
