Her eyes opened, but she was still nine-tenths asleep. "Are you a dream?"
"Yes."
"Thought so." There was a sigh and she slipped under again.
After being with Bobbi, it was always a rude jolt to come back to my own spartan hotel room. The essentials were there: a bed, rarely used, a chest of drawers, a chair, a bath, even a radio. For $6.50 a week it was luxurious, but not really a home.
Bobbi knew where I hung my hat, but had never been invited over. There was little reason for it since her own place was more comfortable and larger. For one thing, she did not have a three-by-five-foot steamer trunk taking up most of the floor s.p.a.ce. More than once the bellhop had asked if I wanted to have it stored in the bas.e.m.e.nt. I tipped well so he was always alert to do me a favor. A bas.e.m.e.nt might be better to avoid sunlight, but was not as safe. During the day I needed a DO NOT DISTURB sign hanging from the doork.n.o.b and the door firmly locked against curious eyes. The trunk was locked as well, the key on a chain hanging from my neck.
Once, after getting back too late, the sun had caught me out. I"d been unable to sieve inside as usual and suffered a painful and panicky search for the key, an incident I planned never to repeat.
I drew a hot bath, cleaned the remaining booze smell from my hair, and tried to get comfortable on the lumpy bed. The bellhop had left my regular pile of newspapers outside the door. I filled in the remaining time before dawn flipping through them. Nothing in the news held my attention, and that felt odd since it had once been my bread and b.u.t.ter. Times change, people change, and I had certainly changed more than most.
Automatically, my eyes scanned the personal columns, but as ever, there was nothing to see. Five years had gone by without a response.
The papers went into the wastebasket. I thought of Bobbi. and with a sharp twist of guilt, I thought of Maureen.
I remembered the touch of her body, smaller and stronger, with dark hair and light blue eyes. I remembered the long nights spent loving her and our hope that it would last forever. Together we decided to at least try to make it so. I had no guarantee that it would work for me, but the hope was there; it would have to be enough. After taking from me, she tilted her head back, drawing the skin taut, and used her fingernail in a deft movement over the vein in her throat. She pulled me close and I tasted the warmth of what had been my blood, filtered through her body and returned again. Its red heat hit me from the inside out like the rush of air from an open furnace. A shock of fire, a flash of inner light, and then the shimmer of her life filling me...
My hands clenched. There was no comfort in remembered pa.s.sion, it was all gone. Maureen was gone.
But Bobbi was here, vital and loving. I wanted and needed her just as much. It was hardly fair to her to have my mind drifting back to Maureen at awkward moments, nor was it fair to myself.
I found paper and wrote out instructions. It took less than two minutes, and another three pa.s.sed downstairs as I explained what I wanted to the night clerk. He promised to fix everything. A minute for each year of searching and waiting, and that was how long it took to break off my last hope of contacting her. I felt empty, but no worse than usual. With Bobbi to help I could put the memories away for good.
It was time to let the past rest; let it rest or it would continue to tear me up inside.
Let it rest, because G.o.d knows I was tired.
"Mr. Fleming?" It was the bellhop"s voice, sounding faintly worried. His knuckles rapped on the door. "Mr. Fleming?"
I had no twilight moment of grogginess; I was either awake or totally unconscious. I faded from the interior of the trunk, re-formed outside, and answered the door, pretending to look sleepy.
"Yeah, what is it, Todd?"
"Sorry to wake you, but you got this phone message and the guy said it was urgent. He"s been calling all day. You never answered, so we figured you were out."
He gave me a slip of paper.
I unfolded it and read Escott"s name and the phone number of his small office a few blocks away. He wanted me to call or come over immediately.
"You say he"s called earlier?"
"A couple of times since I came on at four. It sounded important and I"ve been trying-"
"Okay, thanks for bringing it up. Did Gus get around to that stuff like I asked?"
"Yessir, got "em all, he said to tell you. You still want your usual delivery?"
"Yeah, go ahead with that," I said absently, rereading the brief note. Escott certainly knew better than to try contacting me during the day, so he must be in some kind of trouble. I dressed and shot down to wedge into the lobby phone booth.
He answered on the first ring, sounding perfectly normal.
"h.e.l.lo, Jack, I"ve been trying to reach you.""What"s up?"
"Something extremely interesting. Another case, as a matter of fact. I"d like to talk it over with you right away."
"Sure, I"m on my way."
"Have you dined yet?"
"Well..."
"We could talk details over dinner-my treat."
I struggled to keep alarm from my tone. "Sounds great. Meet at your office? "
"Certainly."
My premature relief was blown to bits. His perfectly normal manner had not been for me but for the benefit of whoever was in the office and listening to the call. He knew I no longer required ordinary food and was unavailable before sunset, but the listener did not. It did indeed look like the start of an interesting case.
Dusk was taking its own sweet time; the sky was still harsh and bright to me when I started my Buick. I fumbled on my sungla.s.ses to ease the light down to a comfortable level. It didn"t take long to cover the distance to Escott"s office and park around the corner from his door. I wanted to check things out first before barging in.
He had two modest rooms on the second floor, each with a window fronting the street. Both were wide open because of the warm weather, but the blinds were drawn. Slices of light showed through the right-hand room. The left, which served the back room, was still dark. Without hurry I walked until I was positioned directly under it, and since the street was momentarily clear, partially vanished.
By concentrating, I could control the degree of transparency. My body took on all the solidity of a double-exposed photo and about half the weight. My hand went out and I could see the bricks of the building through it. Like a helium balloon, but with gripping fingers, I went up to the second story. I did not look down. I hate heights.
I made it to the window and thankfully slipped inside, but retained my current state. This semi-solid form left me visible-if alarming to any witnesses-but did not deprive me of sight and speech and gave me agile and perfectly silent movement.
The connecting door between the rooms was wide open. A bright fan of light spilled in from the front, so I took care to avoid it and folded the sungla.s.ses away for unrestricted vision.
Escott was seated behind his desk, his back to me and his head turned slightly to the right. A chair stood on that side, and from his posture alone I could guess it was occupied.
I vanished completely and got close enough to him to give him a chill. After a moment, he stifled a shiver and cleared his throat. I drew off to one side to see what he wanted of me.
He cleared his throat again. "May I go get some water?"
A woman answered him. "No."
"I thought perhaps you might want some as well."
There was no reply.
"You might not be able to get us both, you know. My a.s.sociate is extremely fast when he wants to be."
"I remember how fast, but no one"s this fast."
"Perhaps. The first shot will be the most important. After that... well, homemade silencers are notorious for problems."
"Not this one."
Escott was taking a h.e.l.l of a risk apprising me of the situation in this manner.
She could get the idea to shoot him first and then wait for me to come along later. If my scalp had been intact, the skin would be crawling.
Their conversation died, but had lasted long enough for me to get an idea of their relative positions. She was seated with her back to the wall next to the open window, about seven feet from Escott, close enough not to miss. .h.i.tting him, but not so close that he could try taking the gun from her. There were also a few seconds of critical time in her favor, since he was seated so firmly behind the desk. As far as I could tell from a swirling sweep of the office, they were alone.
The problem wasn"t too complicated. I could appear and grab the gun away before she knew what hit her. It was something I"d managed before, but a dark alley was a different situation from a well-lit office. She would wonder where I"d come from and how I"d gotten so close without being seen. If the cops got involved there might be more complications, and I could not risk coming to official attention.
"Where is he?" The ground-gla.s.s quality was back in her voice.
"Please be patient. It won"t be long."
"It"s been too G.o.dd.a.m.ned long as it is. Call and see if he"s left."
"As you wish."
I heard dialing sounds. Her attention would be fully focused on Escott. I got into place in front of the window. She was right-handed and that would be the one to grab. I readied my own hands-or what would become my hands-over hers.
Just as Escott said h.e.l.lo I re-formed and twisted the gun from her grip. The hammer had been c.o.c.ked back and the safety off. Hardly any pressure was needed to finger the trigger; my attempt to disarm her was more than enough. The thing suddenly jumped and coughed, and a neat hole appeared in the far wall. I yanked the smoking rod free and let it drop. It decided not to go off again.
She jumped up and both my hands were full, one cutting off her surprised and angry shriek and the other pinning her arms. Escott hung up the phone, came stiffly around the desk, dodged her kicks, and grabbed her ankles. We shoved her back down in the chair by weight alone, needing every pound because she squirmed and bucked like a hooked pike.
"I must confess that you are a most welcome sight," he told me, still struggling with her legs.
"Anytime. Now what do we do with her?"
"The police, I suppose. They still want her for that robbery."
"Can you leave me out of it? I"m in no shape for a court appearance."
"Yes, as you wish. But without you for a witness, this incident could end up as my word against hers, that is, if I press charges."
"With her record do you need to?"
"Let"s put it this way: after what I"ve been through today, I would very much like to. Hang on a bit. I"ve some cuffs in the desk."
He released her ankles and dodged another kick as he picked up the dropped automatic. He took it off c.o.c.k, removed the magazine, emptied the firing chamber of its bullet, and put it away in his desk. From the same drawer, he drew out and opened a set of cuffs.
I put pressure on her shoulders to keep her in place and nimbly kept my fingers away from her teeth. Escott clicked the cuffs over her wrists, then produced a washcloth and a long strip of bandage from the tiny bathroom in back. Between us we shoved the cloth in her mouth and tied it firmly in place so that her outraged screams wouldn"t bring well-intentioned, but misinformed help. Some of the fight went out of her by then, but I wasn"t going to relax my hold.
Escott was puffing. "This is certainly no way to treat a lady."
"I could debate that," I replied, sucking a finger. She"d managed to lock her teeth on it for a few seconds while we were gagging her.
Selma Jenks, alias Miss Green, glared hard and hatefully at each of us, and I hoped the daggers she was throwing remained wishful ones. Today she wore a now- rumpled blue dress; the remains of a matching hat were on the floor. The skirt part had hiked up in the struggle, revealing a nice stretch of leg and the gartered tops of her blue stockings. I made a move to pull the skirt down, but she threatened to start up again, so I left things alone.Escott excused himself and went back to the bathroom for his belated gla.s.s of water and other things. He returned, his tie loosened a little, and painfully eased his cramped limbs.
*"She walked in at two o"clock and kept me sitting there all b.l.o.o.d.y afternoon. Five hours in one spot is certainly brutal on the lower spine."
"You sat there for five hours?"
He shrugged. "It was that or get shot. She was quite upset on how we"d crossed her last night and even more upset that we survived. She looked my name up in the phone directory and came a-hunting. It is my admittedly inexpert opinion that she is more than a little loony."
"Loony?"
"That"s the word." He sighed deeply and drew a handkerchief over his face. "She kept me calling your hotel to get you over here, I did what I could to warn you."
"It worked."
"Thank heaven. Spending the day a bare two yards from a nerved-up woman holding a hair trigger is not my idea of entertainment."
"It isn"t?"
He shot me a considering look and let it pa.s.s. "Well, I suppose it"s time to call the police."
"What about her partner, Sled?"
"From the little she dropped in conversation, I got the impression he doesn"t know about this, nor, I think, would he approve."
"That"s something. So maybe he"s not down the street waiting for her."
"Quite likely. He"d have been up here ages ago to find out what was taking so long."
"All the same, could you go out the back way and take a look around just to be sure? He might guess where she is, and if he"s down there any cop car will spook him off. You could spot him better than I, you know the street."
"Well, just to be safe... I"ll be back shortly." He went to the back and I heard the sounds of his exit. He"d equipped the bathroom with a hidden panel that opened onto the upstairs storeroom of a tobacco shop that faced the next street over. He used it now to make a discreet exit outside without exposing himself to anyone watching his regular doorway.
As soon as he was gone, Selma launched from her chair for the door, slipping from my grip like a greased eel. Catching her was no problem, but she was stubborn and full of fight, and in the end I had to lift her bodily and swing her down on the floor with a thud. She was small and that helped, but it was a h.e.l.l of a lively wrestling match. I threw one leg over her knees, pinning them flat, used one hand to keep her nails out of my eyes, and the other clamped across her forehead. By a little twisting, we were intimately face-to-face. Her eyes were wild, the whites showing all around, but not from fear; her skin under the powder was flushed beet red from sheer fury.
She abruptly stopped fighting, her breath loud and labored through her nose, and stared at me with pure loathing, waiting for my next move. She knew nothing about me, Escott was gone, along with any protection his presence offered. I was someone unknown to her and taking advantage of the opportunity while it was available. No doubt from certain points of view I would be guilty of a kind of rape, but for me it would make things a lot easier.
My eyes on hers, I said her name.
Escott returned from a clear street in ten minutes and found us as before in the office. I still held her shoulders, but she had calmed down considerably.
"May as well call the cops," I said as soon as he came in. He dialed the number and asked for someone by name. He explained the situation and was told to expect a car to come right away.
"All the business at the station will take a bit." he said after hanging up. "I suppose a late supper will have to do for me."
I nodded in sympathy. "I"ll wait till the cops are at the door and go out the back.
You can handle this wildcat for that long."
"She"s not so wild now," he observed.
"Probably tired herself out."