knew her,â Lucas said.
âYes. She was some kind of hotel executive.â
Sloan nodded. âOkay. Let me ask you about your personal relationship with Miz Maison. You were . . . what?â
He let the question hang there, unfinished. Corbeau hesitated for a moment, then said, âWe had both a friendship and a sexual relationship. I originally met her in New York. We were both working as modelsâthis was before she became as famous as she is . . . was. We were both from Minnesotaâthat brought us together, and we became friends.â
âThe relationship continued even after you moved back here? I understand you live here now.â
âYes, although I go to New York every few weeks, to talk with dealers. I represent both myself and several other potters to the New York galleries. Iâd usually stay at Alieâeâs apartment.â
âNot always?â
âNot always. We both continued to have other relationshipsâwith men as well as women.â She was looking at Lucas again. âNeither one of us thought of ourselves as primarily lesbian; we were just very good friends and our friendship had a physical component to it. If she had a man over, then I would stay someplace else. Usually up on Central Park South, so I could walk to the galleries on Fifty-seventh Street and over on Madison Avenue.â
âDid you have a sexual encounter with Miz Maison last night at the party?â Sloan asked.
Another quick glance at the lawyer. âYes.â
âYou were alone with her?â
âNo. There were three of us. The other woman is Catherine Kinsley, who I believe is up north at her cabin with her husband. I havenât been able to reach her.â She flushed for the first time. âThis is not heavy duty masculine-style sexuality. This is more like . . . cuddling, kissing, talking with each other.â
âBut there was a physical component.â
âYes.â
âWhat happened . . . afterwards? How was she when you left?â
âSleepy. We were all sleepy, but sheâd gotten up very early for her photo shoot, and had to get up the next day, and SillyâSilly Hansonâsaid she could sleep there, and so we left her. She was okay.â
âAnd neither you nor Miz Kinsley saw her again.â
âNo. Well, I donât know if Catherine saw her, because, like I said, I havenât been able to reach her this morning. I couldnât find her number, and I donât know exactly where the cabin is. Anyway, I donât think she saw her. We walked out to our cars together, said good-bye, and I went home. Your police people woke me up.â
âMiz Maison injected heroin around the time of your encounter. Were you present for that?â
âNo.â Quick and definite, Lucas thought. Sheâd known the question was coming.
Sloan continued. âYou didnât know that she was using heroin?â
A slight hesitation, another glance at the attorney, and, âI thought she might be tripping when we met in the bedroom. She was . . . languid. She was the way you get when youâre using. But I wasnât there when she injected, and I donât think she had much, because she didnât fall asleep or anything, not while we were there. It was more like a . . . a . . . party favor.â
âA party favor,â Lucas said.
âYeah. Thatâs what people call them. Some people call them short popsâyou know, if you want the effect but donât want to get addicted.â
âYou get addicted anyway,â Sloan said.
Corbeau flipped her head. âYou know thatâs not true. Thatâs just a political position.â
Sloan looked at Lucas, who raised his eyebrows, and Sloan said, âIâm not here to argue with you, but just for the record, Miz Corbeau: Short pops will addict you as fast as anything. Believe me or donât believe me. But thatâs the way it is.â
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