She set the glass on the table. "Something like that. Couldn't have been long, because I met the fellow I'm currently balling at the end of May. Lester didn't take kindly to the idea of Alfie's sleeping on my couch. Men get territorial, especially once they start jumping your bones."
"Where'd he go when he left?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. Last time I saw him he was gathering up his things. Next thing I know, they're asking about his bridgework, trying to identify his body from the crowns on his molars. This was the middle of January so he'd been gone six months."
"Do you think something frightened him into leaving when he did?"
"I didn't think so at the time, but that could have been the case. The cops seemed to think he'd been killed shortly after he took off."
"How'd they pinpoint the time?"
"I asked the same thing, but they wouldn't give me any details."
"Did you identify his body?"
"What was left of it. I'd reported him missing, oh I'd say early September. His parole officer had somehow tracked down my address and telephone number and he was in a tiff because Alfie hadn't been reporting. There he was chewing me out. I told him what he could do with it."
"Why'd you wait so long to call the cops?"
"Don't be; silly. Somebody spends as much time as Alfie did on the wrong side of the law, you don't call the cops just because he hasn't showed his face in two months. He was usually missing, as far as I was concerned. In jail or out of town, on the road… who the hell knows? I finally filed a report, but the cops didn't take it seriously until the body showed up at Ten Pines."
"Did the police have a theory about what happened to him?"
She shook her head. "I'll tell you this. He wasn't killed for his money because the man was stone broke."
"You never told me why Newquist was looking for Alfie in the first place."
"That was in regard to a homicide in Nota County. He'd heard Alfie was friends with a fellow whose body was found back in March of last year. I guess they had reason to believe the two were traveling together around the time of this man's death."
"Alfie was a suspect?"
"Oh, honey, the cops will never say that. They think you'll be more cooperative if they tell you they're looking for a potential witness to a crime. In this case, probably true. Alfie was a sissy. He was scared to death of violence. He'd never kill anyone and I'd swear to that on a stack of Bibles."
"How did Tom Newquist find out Alfie was here?"
"The fellow at the hotel told him."
"I mean, in Santa Teresa."
"Oh. I don't know. He never said a word about that. He might have run the name through the computer. Alfie'd just done a little jail time so he'd have popped right up."
"What about the victim? Did Newquist give you the name of the other man?"
"He didn't have to. I knew hire through Alfie. Fellow by the name of Ritter. He and Alfie met in prison. This was six years ago at Chino. I forget what Alfie was doing time for at that point, something stupid. Ritter was vicious, a real son of a bitch, but he protected Alfie's backside and they hung around together after they got out. Alfie wanted Ritter to stay here as well, but I said absolutely not. Ritter was a convicted rapist."
" 'Ritter,' was the first name or last?"
"Last. His first name was something fruity, maybe Percival. Everybody called him Pinkie."
"What was Alfie's reaction when he heard about Ritter's death?"
"I never had the chance to tell him. I looked all over town for him, but by then he was gone and I figured he took off. As it turns out, he was probably dead within days, at least according to the cops."
"I take it he was good about keeping in touch?"
"The man never went a week without calling to borrow money. He referred to it as his stud fee, but that was just a joke between us. Alfie was proud."
"I'm sure he was," I said.
"I really miss the guy. I mean, Lester's okay, but he can be prissy about certain sexual practices. He's opposed to anything south of the border, if you know what I mean."
"You don't think Lester had anything to do with Alfie's death? He might have been jealous."
"I'm sure he would have been if he'd known, but I never said a word. I told him Alfie was camping out on my couch, but he had no idea we were screwing like bunny rabbits every chance we got. Bend over to tie your shoe, Alfie'd be right on you, the big dumb lug."