"Jeez, Bobbi, you can"t think I"d think anything like that of you! And certainly not after last night."
She didn"t make any reply. There looked to be too many of them hovering on her lips. She gulped, taking a few breaths. "Did you hypnotize him into leaving?"
"No! Of course not!" What the h.e.l.l was going on here? "I promised you I wouldn"t interfere, but you"re making me worried. Did you really want to go out to dinner with him?"
"If I did, it would be for business reasons. But what am I to think when I come in here and see you looking like a volcano about to erupt?"
"That maybe your boyfriend is ticked off at another man who"s trying to move in on you and pretty much rubbing my face in it. I thought I was cute when I got jealous."
"Not that way you aren"t. For a minute you looked just like Slick used to."
The dawn finally came. A tightness I"d not been aware of eased from my shoulders, as everything made sense again.
I walked toward her. "Come here." I opened my arms and pulled her close.
She stiffened.
"Come on, angel."
She resisted, trying to push away. "I"ll get greasepaint on your suit."
"Another suit I can get. Another you would be impossible. Come here."
She allowed me to gingerly hold her and hiccupped a few times, but still resisted.
I whispered, "I"m not going to turn into Slick and never will. That"s my cast-iron guarantee to you. If I should ever be so stupid, you kick me right in the pants, front or back, as high as you want to go."
Another kind of sound from her. Something halfway between a moan and a whimper. She hated to cry, but the tension had to go somewhere, so having it leak out of her eyes was the method this time. I could hold her closer now that she"d relaxed. "How come." She gulped. "How come. You"re. So d.a.m.ned nice?"
I moved us toward the dressing table, scooped up a box of tissues, and eased my hug enough so she could get to them. She plucked several and blew her nose a lot.
"Because of this," I said. "The last line." From my pocket I drew out a slightly crumpled paper and unfolded it. It was the note she"d written me. "I believe what"s here, especially the last line." Maybe that was a mistake. She read it and then really started to cry. But she was laughing at the same time, and it gave her more hiccups.
After we traded sufficient hugs, kisses, and rea.s.surances, I left so she could change and clean up in peace. I"d buy her that late supper at a place she liked, then take her home. In the meantime I asked around and heard that Gordy was at one of the back tables way up on the third tier. The view of the stage was so-so, but the location was dark and discreet. He and Adelle Taylor were working on what looked to be their second bottle of champagne, and whatever he was saying seemed to be pleasing her. She was elegant again tonight in black satin and diamonds.
I was going to ask him if he"d had his talk with Ike, but changed my mind. Far be it from me to interrupt a budding romance.
The crowd had thinned to diehards with the conclusion of the show, lingering over their last drinks and conversations. Someone in the sound booth had put a record on in place of the long-gone Melodians, and piped its music over everyone"s head. Soft dance stuff, but no one was dancing. It was Sunday night and most would have to leave soon to totter off Monday morning to deal with short sleep, hangovers, and work.
To be strictly accurate, it was Monday already, but I"d never bought into that one-day-changes-to-the-next-at midnight thing. It was Sunday until I woke up tomorrow and not before.
On the other side of the room I noticed that Grant was still hanging around. He was at Ike LaCelle"s table with Dalhauser and the Carole Lombard blonde. She looked sleepy and bored. The three men had their heads together; Grant did most of the talking, and did his talking to Ike. Ike had on a serious face and kept nodding to show he understood. Maybe I was flattering myself, but I thought my ears should be burning again.
The impulse came over me to vanish and float up there for some eavesdropping, but by the time I was ready to act on it, Grant and the others stood to go. LaCelle helped the blonde to her feet, but she was more interested in trying to get a grip on Archy Grant"s arm. She woke up enough to keep flashing him an inviting, if bleary-eyed smile. LaCelle laughed and took the unsteady lead. None of them saw me as they went out, but then I was standing very still in a patch of shadow. They"d either forgotten about Adelle having been in their group or knew she was being looked after.
I kept an eye on them from a distance, but they only collected their coats and hats. LaCelle made a phone call, probably for a taxi, then they all went outside, sheltering under the awning from a sudden rain. Their pending departure didn"t exactly make me sigh in relief, but I did feel better. The real relief would be when the radio show was concluded and things could get back to normal.
On the other hand, if Bobbi went over really big-and there was no reason to think she wouldn"t-then she might have regular return spots on the show. Grant could become a chronic problem.
If I let him.
I"d promised Bobbi not to influence him concerning her career. I never said anything about curbing his romantic impulses. All I needed was a couple minutes with him to make him back off on the flowers-and-candy routine. If I was subtle about it, made it a gradual thing, even Bobbi wouldn"t notice the change, and he sure as h.e.l.l wouldn"t be aware of it.
He"d underestimated me, Bobbi, and our connection to each other, which annoyed me more than anything else.
Poking sticks at tigers was fine, but this particular tiger wasn"t restrained by any cage.
After giving them enough time for their cab to come and go, I went out and brought my car around so Bobbi wouldn"t have to walk far in the downpour. She had an understandable fear of catching cold. I put the heap in a no- parking zone right out the front, but one of the guys promised to watch it for me in case a bored cop cruised by. Fat chance of that happening here, most of the cops knew to give the place a wide berth so long as Gordy kept up with payoff money.
Bobbi emerged, all scrubbed and ravenous. It had begun to rain, so I hustled her into the Buick, and off we went to an all-night diner that, according to her, was both cheap and good. I bought her a meal, ordered yet another cup of coffee I would never drink, and worked hard not to breathe in the food fumes while she ate. We talked about this and that, and I was glad things were easy and fine between us again. I did not mention to her my decision about Grant, nor did it seem important to call her attention to the car that followed us from the Nightcrawler.
It waited across the street. From our rain-spattered window I could see it from the corner of my eye. Bobbi and I were in a well lighted booth, very visible from the street, but I wasn"t worried about someone taking a shot at us. If that happened, the shot would be for me not her, and I was fairly certain there would be no shooting until and unless she was well out of the picture.
She filled my ear with what had gone on at the rehearsals that day, for she"d done two, one at the radio station and one back at the club, helping Adelle.
"Poor thing," she said. "It"s exhausting. She has to memorize the songs and get the dance steps down in such a short time. The songs are no problem, she can do that at home, but the dance routines she needs to practice with the others to get the timing. Then she has to put it all together with the singing and make it look smooth."
"I thought it took weeks to do that kind of thing." I remembered all the work Bobbi had put into just this one show.
"It takes weeks to develop, but once a routine is set, then it"s a matter of memorization and practice. Adelle got all that by the end of the day, she"s a h.e.l.l of a hard worker. Now she has to polish it."
"So it doesn"t look like work?"
"Exactly. I"ve got it much easier with the radio job because I can have the music in front of me to read from, and I don"t have to memorize the script so much as learn it enough to make sure the lines are funny when I say them."
"Adelle must be pretty good to pick it up so fast."
"Oh, she"s wonderful. She was having a ball clowning around with that dragon"s head. It"s a different kind of comedy than she"s used to doing, but she"s great at it. Maybe I should worry about her turning out to be better in the show than me."
I told her not to worry. "How did she let herself get talked into doing this on such short notice? I mean, it looks like she"s giving up her star spot to you."
Bobbi made a face. "It"s complicated."
"I"m reasonably smart."
"And it brings up a sore subject."
"I expected Grant to be involved. Go on."
"The story I heard was that he got to talking with Gordy about my radio spot, then had a brainstorm about Adelle taking my place for the night of the broadcast so I could be free to do the whole thing."
"And you got this story from... ?"
"Gordy. Of course, Archy didn"t really get the brainstorm right there and then. He"d obviously thought it all through. Gordy knew better, but let him play it out and agreed to be the one to talk Adelle into it. Apparently he didn"t have to talk much. He made her a generous offer for the loan of her talent to the club show, and she"s going to get her pay for the broadcast as well."
"How is that possible if she"s not in it?"
"Her contract. She gets paid whether she appears or not. I just gotta get the name of the agent who made a sweet deal like that for her. I"m getting money for the broadcast, but forfeiting one night"s pay on the show. Not that I mind, the radio work pays lots more."
"So what"s the story with Gordy and Adelle? I saw her winning a wheelbarrow full of money from him in the casino, and he looked happy about it."
"With Gordy it"s hard to tell, but I think he"s head over heels."
Gordy Weems in love. My mind boggled. "What about Adelle?"
"It may take her a little longer to figure it out, but right now Gordy"s giving her the kind of attention she used to get from Archy. That"s got to count for something. For her career, Archy is still the better deal, though, so I don"t know what"s going to happen."
"It could work out as a fair trade. Archy gets you and Gordy gets Adelle."
"Not funny."
"Yeah, I know. But tell me, if I wasn"t in the picture, if you hadn"t met me, you think you"d go for Archy?"
Another face as she thought about it. "Oh, he"s fun to flirt with, and very attractive, but no, absolutely not. He"d use me up and spit me out like a piece of old gum."
"Don"t sell yourself short, angel. It could have been the other way around, and you"d be breaking his heart."
"You"re sweet to say so."
"You don"t believe me?"
"If anyone else but Archy was involved, I would. He"s too sharp to let himself lose his head over a girl. Like I said, he"s after the idea of me, but not me. I"m a prize, nothing more. He probably doesn"t even realize it himself. I don"t think he could even talk to a girl in a normal way; it"d all have to be flirting. For instance, I couldn"t have this kind of conversation with him-he wouldn"t know how-but I can with you."
She made a lot of sense, and this was so different from how she"d been acting earlier. The man she"d been with before me had done a lot of damage. She was pretty much over it, but in odd moments, when something sparked an unpleasant memory for her, she"d slip and give in to the past. Her behavior then was how she"d survived. These days it tended to trip her. But that was okay, I was good at catching.
I had my eyes open for the mystery car, and it was still there when we left. The driver was slumped down in the seat, so I couldn"t get a good look at him. I drove Bobbi home and tried not to watch the rearview mirror the whole time. Whoever it was followed at a good distance; this late at night he could afford to do so. As I walked Bobbi into her hotel, he parked half a block away from my spot, cutting his lights.
After a long day of practice and performance she was nearly asleep on her feet, so we limited ourselves to a chaste good-night kiss in her doorway, though I did set a date with her tomorrow night for a real dinner out after rehearsals.
I"d take her to a nice place with tablecloths, crystal gla.s.sware, and a wait staff with foreign accents.
After the elevator dispensed me in the lobby, I departed by way of the hotel"s back entrance, taking to the service alley that ran through the center of the block. Buildings loomed tall and sinister on either side, but I eventually emerged unscathed onto the street and cut right. When I rounded the corner I was exactly behind my shadow"s parked car. It was a Buick similar to mine, but a different color. One man was behind the wheel, and now and then a plume of smoke came out the half-open driver"s window as he puffed on a cigarette. As I"d hoped, he"d been content to watch my car, not me.
I walked soft, getting fairly close, knowing the rear-view mirror would be useless to warn of my approach and the rain would cover any noise. When I got even with the back b.u.mper I vanished and worked my way around to that open window and slipped in. The only hint of my presence to the driver would be a feeling of intense cold as I pa.s.sed.
Escott said it was the kind of chill that went bone-deep. Just to be mean about it I hung close to the driver until with a violent shiver and a curse he suddenly rolled up the window.
I was laughing when I materialized in the pa.s.senger seat and laughed again at the look on his mug when he turned to face me. If anyone could really jump out of his skin, this guy would have been the one to do it. He also let out with quite a yell of terrified surprise. Startled as he was, he had enough presence of mind to claw inside his coat for a gun, which I took away from him without much trouble. He threw a wild punch in my direction, then hit the door handle and shot out, running as his feet hit the pavement. I shoved the gun away in a pocket and vanished again to ease my own hasty departure.
Ghosting after him at a pretty fast clip, I got right on his heels, then poured back into myself. I also landed running, but didn"t have to go far. I clapped a hand on his shoulder and spun him off balance. He yelled again, making an echo off the buildings. I got a solid grip on him, put on the brakes, and dragged him over against a wall.
He put up a good struggle, or did until I lifted him clean off his feet and pinned him against the bricks. He started up with more noise, but I cut that off with a hand over his mouth. After that I got his full attention and told him to pipe down and cooperate.
We were close to a street lamp, giving me sufficient light to make a firm impression. He got quiet in a magically short time, so I let go my grip. No running away now, he just stood there looking like a beached fish. That"s the chief drawback for me whenever I put anyone under-that dead look they get in their eyes.
"What"s your name, mac?" I asked.
"Shep Shepperd."
Well, if his parents had inflicted that one on him, no wonder he"d turned to crime. He had a thick body wrapped in a none-too-clean topcoat that was too big for him. He smelled of stale tobacco and garlic, but no alcohol. "Who sent you after me?" "Ike LaCelle."
That I had expected. As soon as I"d seen the headlights I remembered the phone call LaCelle made before leaving the club. It sounded like Gordy hadn"t gotten around to that talk after all. He"d probably been too busy with Adelle Taylor. What the h.e.l.l, she was an understandable excuse.
"What did Ike tell you to do?"
"Follow you, find where you lived, where you work, who you-"
"I get it. And then what?"
"Then tell him."
"So he could tell Grant?"
"Who?"
I let it go. There was no need for LaCelle to fill one of his soldiers in on the background. "Did Ike say what he was going to do after you found out all this?"
"No."
"You done this kind of thing before?"
"Yes."
"What usually happens afterward?"
"This!"
The reply did not come from Shep.
Someone punched me one h.e.l.l of a hard one in my right kidney. I couldn"t help but drop. What wind I had in me for talking whooshed right out and wouldn"t come back. He followed up immediately with a sharp, brutal clip behind one of my ears, and that sent me plummeting the rest of the way to the sidewalk.
My near-automatic reaction to escape such pain was to vanish, but it didn"t happen. He"d used wood, then. Some kind of club. Just enough force to knock me down but not out, and it hurt just as much as it would a normal man.
Lucky me.
The initial shock faded slowly as I lay on the wet pavement with the rain hammering my back. When things eased enough for me to start moving again, my attacker used his foot to turn me over. I squinted up at him, not liking him much.
He was bigger than his friend, with prizefighter ears and a beat-up face to match. He looked too old for the ring, though. Maybe he sparred for a living when he wasn"t out in the middle of the night helping Shep tail a vampire. He was well armed, competently cradling one of Colonel Thompson"s .45 caliber specialties. It was fitted out with a fifty- shot drum and a fine stock that looked to be made out of walnut. In my opinion, that was overdoing things.
I sat up, testing my recuperation, and rubbed the sore spot on my head. I"d had worse. "Dr. Livingston, I presume?"
He either didn"t appreciate my humor or didn"t get it. He balanced himself to aim a kick to my gut, but I made a fast lunge and caught his leg in both hands, turning it hard. He gave a surprised grunt and toppled, arms flailing out to save himself. The machine gun clanked heavy as it landed in the streaming gutter.
His recovery was quick; he must still have had some speed in him left over from the prize ring. He twisted, trying to get to the weapon before I did. We each scrambled hastily across the walk on all fours.
I won by half a second and managed to violently shove the gun a good five yards out of his reach. Instead of going after it, I got to my feet, pulling Shep"s gun from my pocket, and aimed it like I meant it.