“Never.”
“No girlfriends?”
“No, sir. Paul wasn’t into relationships. Said relationships were like cancer, you had to cut them out to be healthy.”
“Any reason he’d feel that way?”
Kehoe shrugged. “He was married, maybe he got burned?”
“Married to who?”
“No idea, sir. Way before I met him. He called her The Bitch, that’s all I know.”
“Did he have any children?”
“Not that he talked about.”
I looked at Milo. He paused in his writing and gave me the nod.
I said, “Was Paul from L.A. or somewhere else?”
“He said somewhere in the East, that’s all I know.”
“He didn’t talk much about himself?”
“Just about how good he was…with sex. He said he’d worked as a dancer. Doing bachelorette parties. Said he ended up doing a bunchof women at those. That’s all I know. We didn’t talk much. Just when we were doing doors and it got slow. But not about us. As people, you know? All Paul wanted to talk about was sex.”
He squirmed. “He did a couple of pornos. Showed them to me on his phone.”
Milo said, “Anything unusual about the films?”
“You mean weird stuff?” said Kehoe. “Nah, what I saw was just the usual. They were old. I could tell ’cause he was younger and they were kind of blurry. He said he could do it again, they were using all types. Said we both could be mature studs and make some buck.”
He shook his head.
I said, “He tried to recruit you.”
“I told him no way, too many diseases. He laughed and called me a pussy and said he was just kidding anyway.”
“Speaking of bucks,” said Milo, “what’d he borrow for?”
“Not the rent,” said Kehoe. “He always had his half.” Another eye shield. Big shoulders quaked.
Milo said, “What’s the matter, Marty?”
“I been thinking about that. Did he use my money to dope them? I don’t want to be part of that. I hope I wasn’t.”
He let both arms drop. His face was flushed, his breathing rapid.
Milo said, “Marty—”
“That’s the real reason Caitlin didn’t want me to talk to you. She says you could try to mess me up for not stopping it.”
Milo said, “Tell her don’t worry, Marty. All we care about is homicide.”
Kehoe’s eyes bulged. “Yeah, but what if one ofthemhomicided? Look what happened to the one on the internet.”
“We’ve got no evidence of that, Marty. And even if it did happen you’ve got absolutely no culpability.”
