case 3 part 4

Part 4 – Faye Lou

After lunch, I knocked on the door of Mr. Faye Lou. A burly sized man in singlet opened the door.

“Yes?” he said gruffly with his grizzled face.
“I’m Sticky, its regarding Mr Kan’s death.” I said while holding my breath from his body odour.
“Oh, yeah, the cop told me about you, come on in.” and he opened the door to his den.

The place was in a mess, much worst than my place. Empty beer cans lay strewn everywhere, and the carpet is stained with cigarette burnt marks. Seems like an opium den to me, but everyone got their freedom to choose their style of living, I guess.

Brushing aside porn magazines and vcd’s on his sofa, he cleared a place for me to sit. Accepting his offer of cold beer and peanuts, I started my questioning.

“How long have you known Mr. Kan?”
“Since childhood, and he even offered me a job as a driver for White Don, but I was not interested in doing vice.”
“Anyone you know who would want him dead?” I pressed.
“Not me, cos the bugger still owed me ten grand, and now where am I supposed to get it from? Maybe Rachel, his girl, would want him dead, as he, uh..has peculiar “tastes”.” He paused.
“What “peculiar” tastes? Can you please elaborate?”
“Well, he loves to dress up in his cape for some kinky “actions”, that’s the old boy I knew alright…” he chuckled.

I got the main points in my notebook before heading towards Kathy’s block.

To be continued….