I shrugged. "Let"s get the other one."
Tourney was more quiescent than his partner, content to be led to the exit and shoved out, again with the instructions never to return. We got back to the flat and checked on Evan, who had slept through the party.
Adrian stripped away the quilt, picked up a bedside carafe, and poured what was left of the contents on Evan"s face. What .ill the roughhouse and noise failed to do a half cup of water accomplished: Evan shot awake, flailing and spitting.
"You"ll drown me!" he wailed.
"Not unless I strangle you first. Wake up." Adrian went to the bathroom off the hall and brought back a towel for him.
Evan vaguely blotted at the water, confused and muttering. "First there"s Dreyer, then Sandra, then Dreyer, and then you. What"s the matter with everyone tonight?"
"We"ve all had to deal with you. Who"s Dimmy Wallace?"
"Who?" he said, a little too innocently.
"Two of his people were just here," I informed him. "And we both took a beating that was meant for you, so you owe us."
"What?" repeated the story until he said he understood things, but his comprehension might also have had something to do with Adrian refilling the carafe."All right," he grumbled, "but Sandra won"t like me showing the dirty laundry."
"That"s never bothered you before," Adrian pointed out.
Evan snarled blearily at him. "In your ear."
The carafe began to tilt.
"I didn"t mean it! Dimmy"s my bookie, sort of."
"We"re listening."
"That"s it-really. He gave me some credit on my losses, said he"d wait until I sold something. Well, I sold something, but then he said I owed him interest as well. I told him to wait until I sell another painting, but he"s not the patient kind-"
"And the longer it takes to pay, the more your interest increases?" I put in.
"Exactly."
"You"ve paid the original debt, though?"
"And then some."
I had a deep and very sincere stab of sympathy for Sandra.
Adrian was simply exasperated but willing to take action. "Get your toothbrush, Evan. Sandra"s as well."
"Huh?"
"I"m not leaving her alone in this house while people like that are after you."
"But I"m here!"
"As I said, she"s not going to be left alone."
Maybe I could have a.s.sured him the toughs wouldn"t be back, but someone like Dimmy Wallace would have others to take their place. "Okay, you guys pack the toothbrushes, I"ll drive."
About ten minutes later we were in the car, making a circle back toward Leighton Brett"s neighborhood, but not quite. The mirror was clean, no one had followed us.
Adrian directed me to a less pretentious area of quiet houses with demure picket fences and regular streetlights. His home was a long one-storied structure, with a closed garage on one side. On the paving in front of it was an oil stain marking the spot where his car usually stood. Somehow I wasn"t too surprised he no longer used the garage for its original purpose.
Evan was installed in a long-unused guest room and went thankfully back to sleep with a soft groan. Adrian threw a blanket on him and shut off the lights.
"He might be disoriented when he wakes up," I cautioned.
"It won"t be a new experience for him."
I followed him into the kitchen. Perhaps it had been a bright place once; cheery little feminine knickknacks decorated the walls and cupboards. Now they were dull with dust, and the once-fluffy white curtains hung limp and dejected. The usual litter of inexpert cooking and casual cleanup cluttered the counters, and a plate with its dried sc.r.a.ps rested on the table where Adrian had eaten the latest in a series of solitary meals.
He rummaged around in some half-opened parcels on the table and brought out a box of headache powders. He mixed a double dose in a gla.s.s of water and drank it straight down. "Need any?" he offered.
"No, thanks."
He edged the gla.s.s in with a dozen others by the sink. The sad atmosphere of the house was uncomfortable. It seemed to ooze from the walls, or more likely from Adrian. Either from his wife"s death or by his natural temperament, he"d turned everything inward, and though too polite to obviously show it, he did not like having a stranger in his home, especially an observant ex-journalist.
When we got back to the party his posture relaxed slightly. He"d gone from being on guard to something else I couldn"t quite read, and was twisting his wedding ring around again.
"Thank you," he murmured. I"ll find Sandra and tell her what happened."
"Anytime," I said to his departing back as he disappeared into the crowd.
Bobbi was still in the big hall, but taking a break, or trying to. I could hardly see her for all the men grouped around, offering her enough drinks for a chorus line. One of them was t.i.tus. He was close to Bobbi but facing outward, and doing a reasonable protection job by keeping the worst of the interlopers at bay. I squeezed my way to the center to relieve him. Without a word he took her hand and gave it to me, an exaggerated gesture, but necessary considering the tipsy state of most of the men. A few backed off to give us room, and we escaped into the garden again.
She drew a deep breath and laughed a little. "Thought I was going to smother.
t.i.tus tries his best, but he"s not as tall as you."
"Things did look a little crowded."
"Marza says they"re like a pack of dogs following a-" She suddenly blushed.
"Never mind, I had one gla.s.s of champagne and it"s making me rude."
"You get my note?""Yes, who"d you take home?"
"Some artist I met here. He had a little too much party so we took him to Alex Adrian"s house-"
"The Alex Adrian?"
"Absolutely. I met him tonight."
"I had no idea he was here. What"s he like?"
"Distant. The sort of smoldering type women go crazy for, except in his case I think the fire"s gone out."
"Must be because of his wife."
"What do you know about it?"
"That she committed suicide, maybe, or was murdered, maybe. You met him.
What do you think?"
"The jury"s still out for me. Are you on a break or is the party over yet?"
"I"m on a break. My contract expires at one A.M., and then you can take me home and put me to bed."
"With great pleasure, but I thought-"
"You thought right. I am tired, so I"m very glad I decided to seduce you earlier.
Do you mind just tucking me in?"
I pulled her close and let her know exactly how I felt on that subject.
Rather than let her out of my sight again, I sat in the hall, gritting my teeth through the string quartet pieces until I could take her home. It was twenty minutes to quitting time when Sandra Robley drifted in, spotted me, and came over.
"Thank you for helping Evan," she said as I stood.
"You"re welcome."
"Would you please tell me what happened?"
"Alex clam up on you?"
"It"s his specialty. He said there was some trouble, but won"t tell me what kind or why it means Evan and I have to stay at his house for the night."
"He thought it might be safer." I briefly outlined what had happened at her flat.
"We didn"t break anything, but he wasn"t about to leave you and Evan alone with those goons on the loose. You know about Dimmy Wallace?""Only that Evan owes him money."
I had an idea or two on how to help them, but decided to wait before committing myself.
"It"s unbelievable that these people think they can just walk in-and neither of you thought to call the police?"
"Well, I-"
She made a dismissive gesture. "At least I know how Alex"s knuckles got sc.r.a.ped.
Honestly, sometimes he can be so infuriating. You as well. I"m grateful about Evan, but should it happen again, just tell me the truth, no more stories on last-minute dates."
I raised three fingers. "Scout"s honor, ma"am."
She melted a little and flashed a muted version of her smile. "Thank you. Now I"m going to talk to Alex about his overprotective att.i.tude."
It must not have been a long lecture, for about ten minutes later they both turned up again. Sandra was on his arm and he almost looked relaxed as they listened to the music.
"That"s good to see." Reva Stokes appeared next to me, watching them with contentment. "No, please don"t get up, I"m just pa.s.sing by and wanted to check on things."
"They"re special to you?"
"Very special friends. When Celia died we thought Alex might do the same thing, but tonight he seems to be coming out of it. I"m glad Sandra"s there for him."
"Sandra seems pretty glad about it as well. I wish her luck."
"With a brother like Evan, she"ll need it. I haven"t seen him for a while, I hope he"s-"
"Alex and I took him home earlier. He was tired."
She made a wry face. "Is that what you call it?"
"When in polite society, yes. Thank you for having me along, it"s meant a lot to Bobbi."
"You"re welcome. Are you in the entertainment business yourself?"
"In a way. I"m a writer."
"What do you write?"
Good question. I gave her a song and dance about a novel I"d started in high school and she lost interest quickly enough. It"s probably the reason I never finished the thing and went into journalism instead.
One o"clock finally came and Bobbi launched into one last song, its theme concerned with saying good night and goodbye. A few of the more sober guests took the hint and drifted out, and Reva vanished to see them on their way. Bobbi finished and took her bows, and I felt free to intrude on the stage area before various young swains flooded her with offers of a ride home.
"Reming."
It was Adrian. Sandra was busy for the moment talking with a trio of gaunt- looking women dressed in black velvet.
"Everything okay? I had to tell Sandra about-"
"Yes, that"s all fine now. I wanted to clear some business up with you... about that portrait commission."
He had my full attention. "Yeah, what"d you want to clear?"
Adrian didn"t quite meet my eye, but it seemed more from diffidence than anything shifty. He was like a man unsure of the thickness of ice under his feet. "Did you still want to engage me for the commission?"
"Yes, certainly, but-"
"Do you think you can afford it?"
I couldn"t fault him for his honesty-or at least bluntness. "How much?" He named a figure I could live with and I told him so. "Is it a deal?"
He didn"t answer right away, apparently still testing the ice within him. "Yes... I think so. The usual procedure is half down and half on delivery."