Kiss & Die - Lee Weeks [57]
‘Who did he leave with? Did you know her?’
Michelle shook her head. ‘No. I didn’t get a good look at her. So many girls do a circuit of the hotel bars. I never saw her face. She could have been anyone.’
‘Tell me more about him. What kind of sex did he like? Was he into S & M?’
She shrugged her shoulders. ‘He liked what everyone likes. He liked to get a bit rough. He didn’t like getting it back. I told you he got carried away sometimes, he got nasty.’
‘Bondage?’
‘Sometimes.’
‘Did you use props, handcuffs, tape?’
She shook her head.
‘What about threesomes? Was he bisexual? Did he like ladyboys, young men?’ She hesitated. Mann waited. ‘Okay, let me reword it. What kind of men did he like?’
Michelle looked flustered. Mann sat back in his chair and waited. Michelle looked around the room. She glanced over at Ng leaning on the wall. He stared back. Mann looked at the clock on the wall, it was 1 a.m. Michelle was jumpy.
‘All right, okay. Once, twice, I don’t know…I got him a boy.’
‘What kind of boy did he like?’
Michelle rolled her eyes irritably. ‘Regular boy. He didn’t like ladyboys. He didn’t like gays. He liked a normal-looking boy.’
‘What did he like? Was he a giver or a receiver?’
Michelle couldn’t look at Mann as she answered. ‘A giver.’
‘And you found one willing?’
‘Sure. This is Hong Kong, remember. People will do anything for money.’
‘Who was he? Someone you know well?’
Michelle shook her head. ‘Just an Indian lad, lives in the Mansions. But you won’t find him. He’s a tout for a restaurant. He is just a lad, hungry for money. He means nothing.’
‘Do you often work with a male partner?’
‘Not often.’
‘But you have done before?’
‘Once or twice.’
Mann looked at her hard. ‘How come you had Kosmos’s wallet?’
Michelle stared at her hands resting on the table and then she took out a cigarette from her bag. The wardress stepped forward to light it for her.
‘It was passed to me.’
‘Who by?’
‘Look, Mann. I’ll tell you the truth. We have a little scam going here.’
‘Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?’
‘Cindy, Sandy and me. We get stuff for the working girls; we sell them dope, Viagra, GHB, whatever they need. I got his wallet in exchange for some pills.’
‘Who did you get it from?’
‘Well, that’s the thing…we don’t see the person. We get left a message. The waiting staff pass it to us, or the barman; we get told what they want and we put it in an envelope. Sometimes we leave it in the ladies, we all know where to look, sometimes we put it in an envelope and pass it back to the waiters. But, this girl, I have never seen. Honest. I’d tell you if I had.’
‘What did she want from you?’
‘She isn’t your average customer. All the other girls just want Rohypnol. She wants a type of GHB but not the usual. I had to source it. I found it from a supplier in Shenzhen. This time she bought a lot from me. The most she’s ever done.’
Chapter 39
Mann finished up his interview with Michelle and got to the incident room just as everyone was cramming into the room, trying to find somewhere to sit or stand. Shrimp was busy pinning up photos of Max Kosmos’s body lying in a halo of blood-soaked Egyptian white cotton sheets.
Daniel Lu came in late and stood in the corner by the door. Mann looked across at Sheng, he looked like he hadn’t had any rest either. He pulled at his tie and took off his jacket. His clothes were expensive but too flash. Around his wrist he wore a heavy gold chain that matched a thick gold ring he wore on the right hand.
‘As you all know a businessman named Max Kosmos was found murdered in his hotel room last night.’ Sheng addressed the whole room. ‘The reason we still have the members of the OCTB in here is because…’ Sheng flicked his head in the direction of the right-hand white board on which were photos of Rajini, ‘…the death of