"I thought so when I drove up here," I said.
"And now?"
As we talked, she had been completely still, moving only to drink her black coffee. Her dry toast lay untouched on the paper plate in front of her.
"I"m glad I came."
She smiled. There was nothing faraway in the smile. It was smiled at me, and it was full of charge and specificity.
"There are a few questions I need to ask," I said as if it were an afterthought, or maybe something to be got out of the way before we got to more serious business.
"Yes," she said, "but let"s go to my place. Hunt"s at work and we can relax. Talk more privately."
"Sure," I said. "You have a car?"
She smiled the penetrating smile.
"I"ll ride with you," she said.
I paid the check and we went to my car. No one took a shot at me. The car was as I"d left it. Neither of us said much as we drove down the hill to Glenda"s condominium. The building was silent. Apparently everyone who lived in The Trevanion worked. The heels of my rubber-soled running shoes sounded loud on the marble floors. I felt as if I ought to tiptoe. Glenda unlocked the door to her place and I followed her in and closed it behind me. One of them was a neat housekeeper. The place looked as if it were ready for company. Maybe it was always ready for company.
Glenda took my coat, standing close when she did so, and I got a full scent of the milled soap and subtle perfume that had been hinted at at the health club. There was a bra.s.s hat stand beside the front door and Glenda hung my peacoat on it. Then she turned and smiled at me very idly and began to unb.u.t.ton her coat.
"Can I get you some coffee?" she said. "Or something stronger?"
"Coffee would be fine," I said.
She unb.u.t.toned the last b.u.t.ton and shrugged out of her coat. Except for the high boots, she had nothing on under it.
"Or maybe something stronger," I said.
She walked slowly toward me, looking at me with a half smile, and pressed against me and put her arms around me and looked up at me with her head thrown back.
"How much stronger?" she said.
Her voice had a hoa.r.s.e overtone to it now.
"Maybe a quart of Valium," I said. "Over ice?"
My voice had a pretty hoa.r.s.e overtone, too. She pressed against me more insistently.
"Anything else?" she said.
I put my arms around her and looked down at her.
"Yeah," I said. "How come you were at Andover the same time Clint Stapleton was and you don"t know him?"
She stiffened. I kept my arms around her.
"Can"t you think about anything but that stupid murder?" she said.
"I can, but I"m trying not to," I said. "And what murder was it that Clint was connected to?"
She got stiffer still and tried to push away from me. I wouldn"t let her. I held her tight against me.
"Let go of me," she said.
"All I said was Clint Stapleton. Why did you think I was interested in a murder?"
"Well, I mean he was Melissa"s boyfriend, so I thought that"s what you were talking about."
"When I talked to you last time, you said you didn"t remember her boyfriend"s name," I said.
She pushed hard against me now, trying to get away. I held on. She tried to knee me in the groin. I turned my hip enough to prevent it.
"Now if you went to Andover with him, and he dated your sorority daughter, and you double-dated with them a few times, isn"t it odd that you didn"t remember it the first time I asked you, and remembered it now in the throes of pa.s.sion."
"Let me go," she said, Her teeth were clenched and the words sc.r.a.ped out through them. "Let me G.o.dd.a.m.ned go."
She got her hands to my face and started to scratch. I let go of her and stepped away, and she stood breathing hard with her absolutely spectacular body on full display. I looked at it happily. I was all business, but I tried to be never so busy that I couldn"t stop and smell the flowers.
"That is a h.e.l.l of a body," I said.
"Don"t you want to f.u.c.k me?" she said.
"The answer to that is actually pretty complicated," I said, "but to oversimplify-no, ma"am, I don"t."
"But I thought when you wanted to see me again, alone..." She frowned for a minute and I realized that she was thinking, or something. "You didn"t... you were just trying to get information."
"Still trying," I said.
"d.a.m.n," she said and flopped onto the arm of an easy chair behind her and let her b.u.t.t slide over the arm and onto the seat so that she sat sideways in the chair, and her legs dangled over the arm.
"I"m not usually that wrong," she said.
She seemed entirely at ease being naked and made no effort to cover herself. Her camel"s hair coat remained in a pile on the floor where she"d dropped it. The high boots only emphasized how undressed she was.
"You and your husband know Clint Stapleton," I said.
She shrugged.
"And his parents know you," I said.
She moved one foot in a small circle, watching it as she did so.
"Sure," she said finally. "They"re Hunt"s aunt and uncle."
"Clint is your husband"s cousin?"
She shrugged, watching her boot make small circles in the air. "Yeah," she said.
"Jesus Christ," I said.
We were quiet. It was hard to think with that worldcla.s.s body staring at me. I was the complete professional, and totally loyal to Susan, but I had to fight off the urge to rear up on my hind legs and whinny. She kept moving the toe of her boot in its little circle.
"Cops know this?"
"I don"t know."
"You tell them?"
"I don"t remember if I did or not. What difference does it make?"
"Did you really see a black man drag Melissa into his car?"
"Of course."
"Why did you pretend you didn"t know Clint when I asked you before?"
"Hunt says it"s better not to get Clint involved."
"Protect that pro career, right?"
"Sure."
"What makes the Stapletons related to the McMartins?" I said.
"Dina Stapleton is Hunt"s father"s sister."
"You happily married to Hunt?" I said.
She shrugged again.
"Hunt"s got a good future," she said.
"You get along?"
"He cares about me, but he"s not as, ah, physical as I am."
"And you take care of that problem by, ah, branching out," I said.
"Most of the time I"m luckier than I was with you."
"I don"t think luck"s got much to do with it," I said.
She smiled a little but didn"t say anything.
"You love your husband?" I said.
She was quiet for a moment watching her toe circles.
"We get along," she said. "If I have a little adventure like this one, it doesn"t mean we don"t get along."
"h.e.l.l, Glenda," I said. "Maybe it means that you do."
"You can understand that?"
"I can understand that it might," I said.
"But not for you?"
"No, not for me."
"Why not."
"I"m in love," I said.
"Oh," she said.
I stood up. I knew she hadn"t seen a black man pull anyone into his car. I also knew she wasn"t going to make a court-useful admission of that fact, so I saw no reason to press the point. Besides that, my id was locked in grim combat with my super ego, and was going to prevail if I didn"t get out of there.
"Thanks for showing me your body," I said.
"I had hoped to do more."
"Yeah," I said.
I tried not to sound wistful. She stood, and walked with me to the door.
"Would you kiss me good-bye?" she said.
"Of course," I said.
We kissed. It was a nice kiss, but I didn"t quite know what to do with my hands.
When the kiss was over I opened her door behind me. She made no attempt to conceal herself. If anyone in the hall wanted to look, apparently Glenda didn"t mind. I stepped into the hall and closed the door. The hall was empty. Walking out of the building toward my car, I did some deep breathing, trying to get my blood flow back into its normal pattern.
Chapter 30.
BY NOW THERE were several things pretty obvious about the death of Melissa Henderson. One was that it probably wasn"t Ellis Alves who killed her. Another one was that there was a lot of pressure being exerted to let him take the rap for it anyway. I felt it was time to report these findings to my client, so I went and had breakfast with Rita Fiore at the Bostonian Hotel.
The dining room at the Bostonian was on the low rooftop of the hotel. It was mostly gla.s.s and from where we were you could look down at Quincy Market and Faneuil Hall, and watch the upwardly mobile hurrying through the Market carrying coffee and a bun on their way to work. Rita"s mobility was so far up by now that she could watch them run while she ate sitting down. I looked around the room. It was full of suits, mostly male.