I went on as though he hadn't said anything. "I don't know what you told him, but he was scared."
"Sorry I can't help you out. Must have been somebody else. What was he doin' up here anyway?"
"I don't know. His body washed up in the surf this morning. I thought maybe you could fill me in on the rest. Do you have any idea where he was last night?"
"Nope. Not a clue." He'd gotten interested in a speck of dust in the foam on his beer and he had to pick that out.
"When did you see him last? I don't think you said."
His tone became facetious. "Geez, I don't have my Day-Timer with me. Otherwise, I could pin it down. We might've had lunch at some little out of the way place, just him and me."
"San Luis perhaps?"
There was a slight pause and his smile dimmed a couple of watts. "I was at San Luis with him," he said, cautiously. "Me and thirty-seven hundred other guys. So what?"
"I thought maybe you'd kept in touch."
"I can tell you didn't know Daggett too good. Being with him is like walking around with dog-do on your shoe, you know? It's not something you'd seek out."
"Who else did he know here in town?"
"Can't help you there. It's not my week to keep track."
"What about your sister? Did he know her?"
"Coral? No way. She don't hang out with bums like that. I'd break her neck. I don't get why you're goin' on and on about this. I told you I don't know nothin'. I didn't see him, didn't hear from him. Why can't you just take my word for it?"
"Because I don't think you're telling the truth."
"Says who? I mean, you came lookin' for me, remember? I don't have to talk to you. I'm doin' you a favor. I don't know who you are. I don't even know what the fuck you're up to."
I shook my head, smiling slightly. "God, Billy. Such foul talk. I didn't think you dealt with women that way. I'm shocked."
"Now you're makin' fun of me, right?" He scrutinized my face. "You some kind of cop?"
I ran my thumbnail down the bottle, snagging an accordion strip of label, which I picked off. "Actually I am."
He snorted. Now he'd heard everything. "Come on. Like what," he said.
"I'm a private investigator."
"Bullshit."
"It's a fact."
He tipped back in his chair, amused that I'd try to lay such a line on him. "Jesus, you're too much. Who do you think you're talkin' to? I might have been born at night, but it wasn't last night. I know the private eyes around town and you ain't one, so try somethin' else."
I laughed. "All right, I'm not. Maybe I'm just a nosy chick looking into the death of a man I once met."
"Now, that I'd buy, but it still don't explain why you're crankin' on my case."
"You introduced him to Lovella, didn't you?"
That stopped him momentarily. "You know Lovella?"
"Sure. I met her down in L.A. She has an apartment on Sawtelle."
"When was this?"
"Day before yesterday."
"No foolin'. And she told you to look me up?"
"How else would I know where you were?"
He stared at me, going through some sort of mental debate.
I thought a little coaxing might loosen his tongue. "Are you aware that Daggett's been beating the shit out of her?"
That made him restless and his eyes dropped away from mine. "Yeah, well Lovella's a big girl. She has to learn how to take care of herself."
"Why don't you help her out?"
He smiled bitterly. "I know people who'd laugh at the notion of me helping anyone," he said. "Besides, she's tough. You don't want to underestimate that one, I'm tellin' you."
"You've known her a long time, haven't you?"
His knee had started to jump. "Seven years, eight. I met her when she was seventeen. We lived together for a while, but it didn't work out. We used to knock heads too much. She's a bullheaded bitch, but I loved her a lot. Then I got busted on a burglary rap and me and her, hell, I don't know what it was. We wrote to each other for a while, but you can't go back to something once it's dead, you know? Anyway, now we're friends, I guess. At least I dig her. I don't know how she feels about me."
"Have you seen her recently?"