"Danno, I"m real sorry about your pants and sweater. I will replace them," I added.
"Don"t worry about my clothes. I just wish they had been leather and a little more useful against a knife. Ten st.i.tches is not fun."
"Been talking to Ranson, huh?" I replied.
"Briefly. I got most of the story from Cordelia James."
"You know her?" I asked, not adding, "that well?"
"Oh, sure. I introduced her to Th.o.r.eau. He"s a social worker who"s done things with my office on several occasions. A pretty nice guy, does work with crime victims."
"Her fiance, I take it," I said.
"Right."
"But how do you know her?" I persisted.
"I met her somewhere around. It was a while ago," Danny replied evasively. "They"re coming over here for dinner this Sat.u.r.day. Want to come?"
"I don"t know," I answered, not sure I did. "He looks an awful lot like my despised cousin Bayard. It might be an uphill battle for me to even be polite to him."
"You"ve seen him?"
"No, there was a picture in Cordelia"s apartment."
"What were you doing in her apartment?" a.s.sistant D.A. Clayton asked.
"I spent the night there."
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asking what was going on. "Micky, don"t play with fire. This woman doesn"t need a tomcat like you in her bed."
"Calm down, I wasn"t in her bed. She has two bedrooms. I was in the other one. The night I got beaten up and my place was trashed."
"Oh, okay. Anyway, she"s not your type."
"Straight women rarely are," I replied.
"So are you coming to dinner?" Danny said, not exactly changing the subject, but realigning it somewhat.
"No, I think not. I hate sitting around with happily grinning couples.
Besides that, I"d be a bad influence. Not to mention reawakening memories of my despised cousin Bayard."
"Okay," Danny replied, not putting up much of a fight. "And cousin will do, you don"t need to keep repeating "despised.""
"That"s how I think of him. My "despised cousin" is second nature by now. Like New with Orleans."
"If you insist. Call me if you change your mind about dinner."
"I"ll debate on it. Say hi to Elly for me." Danny did, Elly hi-ed back, and we hung up.
Then I called Ranson.
"Back so soon?" she answered to my h.e.l.lo. "I thought I told you to take a leisurely world cruise."
"But, dear Joanne, the tickets you sent weren"t prepaid."
"Crummy government salary," she answered. "You going to be at Danny"s Sat.u.r.day night?"
"Are you?"
"Yes."
Now this was getting interesting. At one time Danny had tried to set me up with Ranson. Maybe I should let her succeed. I was beginning to think I could get into the long arms of the law being around me.
"I haven"t decided," I hedged.
"Decide. Elly makes a great pecan pie and she"s promised us one.
And I make the world"s best oyster sauce, which I"m bringing along with the oysters."
"Decision made. I love raw oysters." Which I do. I could put up with despised Bayard for the time it takes me to eat an oyster c.o.c.ktail.
I guessed I could put up with his double for a few hours.
"Good, I"ll see you there," Ranson said, ringing off.
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Well, maybe I would go to this dinner. I called Danny back and told her that I"d heard rumors of oysters and pecan pie, and for those I could put up with a lot. She asked me to bring some appropriate music as my contribution to the evening. I agreed.
So I had my Sat.u.r.day night taken care of. (And, if I was lucky, my Sunday morning also). Now I just had to figure out how to pa.s.s the rest of the time until Monday, when I was going to go after Milo and his boss-the man who had ordered Barbara"s murder.
It didn"t take much thought. There was still a lot of cleaning and repairing to be done at my apartment. Friday was spent waiting around for the glazier to show up and fix my windows. Friday night was the laundromat doing six loads of laundry, every washable piece of clothing that I owned except what I had on. Sat.u.r.day I got serious and ruthless about my semi-organized piles. I saw patches of the floor that I hadn"t seen since I"d moved in. Then I went through my record and tape collection, trying to pick out ones that might be suitable and making sure that they were in one piece and hadn"t been victims of the vandalism.
Then I had to find something to wear. I always hated this part.
After a while spent looking at my closet and its newly washed clothes, I ended up in my best pair of jeans with a royal blue V-neck sweater. (I wondered if Ranson had ever noticed my t.i.ts.) Then I put on my jean jacket, gathered my records and tapes, and headed for Danny"s and Elly"s place.
My car had been making odd noises and would probably have to go to the garage, but I didn"t want to worry about it now, so I took the bus.
I was the first guest there, but public transportation will do that to you. Either too late or too early.
Danny and Elly rented the bottom floor of a house. A male couple had the top floor. They had just moved in six months ago. When they decided that they were serious about each other, I guess. They had spent time and some money fixing it up and now had parties and barbecues in good weather to show it off.
The first thing I noticed was two gorgeous pecan pies sitting on the sideboard. The second thing I noticed was that the big table had seven place settings. Uh-oh, had I blundered into a den of couples? Dens of * 123 *
iniquity, dens of thieves, anything bit a den of couples. I decided to wait until all the evidence had arrived before I got too perturbed.
The kitchen emitted a bark. Not the kitchen really, but a dog out of my sight. Either that or Elly did very good animal imitations.
I stuck my head in.
"New family member?" I inquired.
"Michele Knight, private eye, this is Beowulf, hound dog," Elly introduced.
"Half-hound," Danny added. "Some mutt jumped Dad"s fence and got Jupiter pregnant. Since he couldn"t sell half-breeds..."
"We took him in," Elly finished. "We couldn"t pa.s.s up those pleading brown eyes."
"Hey, Beowulf, old boy," I said, kneeling down to pet him. He wagged his tale in approval. He was a handsome dog, brown and white, with, as Elly had noted, deep, intelligent brown eyes.
"He has been fascinated by the crabs," Danny said.
"A yet to be pinched fascination," Elly added with a wry smile.
"You are a pretty dog," I told him as I stood back up.
"Want one? Dad"s got two more left," Danny offered.
"No thanks. One cat is enough. Besides, you know my hours."
"Too well," Danny replied archly.
I went back into the living room and put on the Brandenburg Concertos to lend a cultured air to this affair. Danny nodded approval at my choice.
The doorbell rang. Danny let in Ranson and a woman I guessed had to be Alexandra Sayers. Ranson waved at me and went into the kitchen with her oysters.
"Do you two know each other?" Danny asked, looking at the two of us.
"We"ve talked on the phone, I believe," I replied.
"Yes, we did. I"m so sorry we didn"t get there in time," she answered.
Alex Sayers was a good bit shorter than Ranson, with light brown hair, a few hardly noticeable freckles, and clear blue eyes. She wore gla.s.ses, the kind with a thin gold frame, which served to make her look intellectual. This woman had to be very smart to get to where she was.
Women aren"t just handed positions of power in this city; even if "all"
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she was, was the Mayor"s Special a.s.sistant on Arts and Culture, she still carried a good deal of clout.
I knew that by "in time" she meant Barbara more than she meant me. I was glad that Barbara hadn"t been forgotten.
"I don"t think I could do what you do," she continued. "I would have died of fright down in that bas.e.m.e.nt. Joanne drove me out there one day last week and showed it to me."
The grand tour. Ranson, you"re such a romantic.
"Then it all evens out," I said, "Because I don"t think I could do what you do. Always dressing up, sitting in meetings with men who make Genghis Khan look liberal. Good thing we each do what we do."
She laughed and agreed, then went into the kitchen to help Ranson make her wonderful oyster sauce.
Yes, indeed, it appeared to be a den of couples that I was trapped in. I was badly outnumbered. And unless this dinner got a good deal more interesting than seemed possible at the moment, I was going to have to come up with some solitary way to spend Sunday. Danny could have mentioned this when she invited me. But I suspect her strategy was to force me to watch all these other couples being blissfully happy in the hopes that it would inspire me to heat up my search for Ms.
Right. Wrong, Danny, I vowed. I decided to be subtly obnoxious. I found some Strauss waltzes and put them on. Nice and romantic for these couples.
The doorbell rang and Cordelia and Th.o.r.eau were let in by Danny.
We said h.e.l.lo and I was introduced to him. Danny opened a bottle of champagne and poured a gla.s.s for us all.
""The Blue Danube," I believe," Th.o.r.eau commented on the music. "Johann Strauss."
Well, he knew something about music, but not as much as he thought he did.
""The Kaiser Waltz,"" I corrected. At least he had the composer right.
"Are you sure?" he asked me.
"I"m positive it"s the "Kaiser (or Emperor) Waltz,"" I explained clearly, "because I used to listen to it all the time when I was younger and besides, it"s my record, so I do know what"s on it."
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He also wore a reddish-colored shirt that didn"t go at all well with his complexion, just like my despised cousin Bayard.
We finally settled the matter by taking the record off the turntable and looking at it.
"They sound a lot alike," was his only comment on being proven wrong.
Only to an idiot, I thought. I put on a tape of Baroque trumpet concertos, hopefully all obscure enough not to provoke any controversy.
Danny came around filling up champagne gla.s.ses, giving me a "behave"
look as she went by.
"Time to start the crabs," she said, and she and Elly went back to the kitchen. Ranson and Alex drifted back out, setting an oyster c.o.c.ktail at each place setting.
"Mick, come in here," Danny"s voice demanded.
I went into the kitchen, wondering what I had done now. It wasn"t me, but an escaped crab that needed attending to. Crabs have to be kept alive until they"re cooked. There was a big washtub full of live crabs set on the counter next to the stove. One crab was putting up a fight. It had gotten away and scuttled across the floor into a corner and was daring all comers with two snapping pincers.
Beowulf was fascinated by the waving claws. He started edging closer, sniffing at it with his unprotected nose. I suggested that someone put him out on the porch.
"You don"t want to do that," Elly said to him as she clipped his leash to his collar and led him out the back door. Danny followed with a bowl of food to keep him placated at being put out.
Danny obviously expected me to catch the crab. Which I did. I used the point of my boot to spin it out of the corner, them I bent down and grabbed it just in front of its swimmers, where it couldn"t reach me with its claws. I did it one-handed, not to show off (not much), but because that was the way I had learned to catch crabs. Alas, poor crab.