Joan Hess - Arly Hanks 06 (30 page)

Henbit ordered McRowan to take Ruby Bee’s key and examine the contents of the trash can in 219. He then approached Rick and Cambria, saying, “If we find cocaine in her room, I’m going to find a way to link it to at least one of you.”

“What if their fingerprints are on the bags that were used tonight?” I said. “Neither of them had any business fooling with the ingredients for the contest. Kyle’s the one who placed the bags in each contestant’s box.”

Cambria opened his mouth, then closed it and sighed. Rick gasped for air as if he were drowning in the aura of disapproval radiating from his companion … who happened to be second-in-command of the Gabardi family.

“Okay,” Geri said abruptly, having ignored this idle chatter while she realigned her notes. “The winner is Durmond Pilverman. It’s been fun working with you, but I need to run along now.”

“No, I cannot accept,” Durmond said, who’d been oddly quiet during the fireworks. “I’m a federal agent, here under false pretenses. I arranged to be included among the contestants in order to monitor the drug deal we knew was about to take place. The recipe was provided by another agent, and I’ve only prepared it once before to make sure I could.”

“Then you!” Geri pointed at Ruby Bee. “You’re the damn winner! You get the grand prize-okay? Your entry had the product in it, and that’s all that matters. No one could make anything remotely edible with it, anyway.” She burst into tears halfway through the door, but Kyle hurried over to offer his handkerchief and murmur soothingly. At Henbit’s bidding, the officer at the door allowed them to sit on the sofa in the lobby.

“I won!” Ruby Bee shrieked, hanging on to Estelle’s shoulder. “I won ten thousand dollars! I can’t believe it.”

“Well, sit down before you make a fool of yourself,” Estelle replied tartly. She was going to continue, but suddenly screamed like a banshee that’d been goosed. “There he is! Oh my gawd, do something!”

From behind the window, the whiskery psycho watched us, his tongue darting across his lips and saliva bubbling in the corners of his mouth. He gave us a jaunty little wave, then sauntered out of our sight, a suitcase rather than an axe in his hand.

“He takes his roles too seriously,” Durmond said apologetically. “I hardly ever let him go undercover anymore.”

McRowan came back into the dining room. “Yeah, there’s cocaine in the trash can, mixed up with some flakes. I did a quick search of the room to make sure I’d found it all, and came across a dozen of these.”

Henbit took a small pink plastic object from him, studied it for a moment, and said, “This is interesting, although we may not need to confiscate it for evidence.” He twisted a button, then set it down on the table and smiled as it began to hop around with a clicky sound. “It’s the infamous Popper Penis,” he added for those of us ignorant of Manhattan porn shop novelties. We all watched it with mindless fascination as it hopped its way to the edge of the table. At the last second, Estelle grabbed it and buried it in her lap, her face almost as red as her hair.

“Goodness gracious, Estelle,” murmured the grand winner of the Krazy KoKo-Nut cookoff.

Henbit told McRowan to place Cambria and Rick under arrest for possession and homicide.

“One minute,” Cambria said. “You may have evidence of drugs in this hotel, and it is possible that this young man and I came across a body in the kitchen and felt it would be more appropriate to place it elsewhere. You may discover fingerprints on the bags used tonight, and I may need to discuss this with my lawyer before I explain why I may have handled them at some point. What you do not have is any evidence that this young man and I shot the deceased. He was, in fact, a valued employee. Only today did we learn he planned to leave the country with certain items that did not belong to him.”

“That’s right!” Rick said. “He was the only one who could deal with the bookkeeping. I myself cannot make heads or tails of—” Cambria’s glower was as effective as a garrote.

Neither spoke as McRowan escorted them out the door. Henbit ordered the rest of us back to our rooms, but like Manhattan in the middle of the night, the lobby remained lively. Geri was sobbing while Kyle tried to calm her down, Ruby Bee was raving about money, Estelle was doing her best to explain to anyone who would listen (no one would) that her purchase was nothing but a gag gift, and Frannie and Gaylene were unsuccessfully trying to rouse a comatose ex-contestant.

Therefore, only Durmond and I rode the elevator to the second floor, although it felt more like a decompression chamber than the wheezy product of Mr. Otis’s imagination. He (Durmond, not Mr. Otis) invited me into his room, but I wasn’t yet ready to see the steamy sheets and insisted we go in mine.

I went to the window and watched the cars crawling below. “I didn’t think it made any sense for the two mobsters to have killed Jerome Appleton in the first place. I was surprised when you suggested it to the lieutenant.”

“It’s a good solution,” he said, “and it’s possible the weapons used on both Jerome Appleton and Craig Lisbon will turn up in Rick’s room on the third floor. When the registration is checked, the police will discover it belongs to Rick, or Ricco, as his Floridian friends call him. He’ll refuse to talk, of course, and deny it all the way to the pen. In the meantime, Cambria will be occupied with the drug problem. If I were in the mood for wild guesses, I’d say another bag of Krazy KoKo-Nut cocaine might show up in his penthouse on the very top of the hotel. I’d like to think the police will search the back shelf of the closet.”

“How very wild, indeed.” I turned away from the window and sat down. Durmond gave me a wry smile while I muddled over the remaining bugaboos that had been haunting me for several days. He looked as if he were encouraging me to come up with answers, which perhaps he was. “How did you know I saw Brenda at the Xanadu?” I asked him levelly.

“I was at the table when you told Lieutenant Henbit.”

“You already knew it, blue dress and all, and if you didn’t hear it from me, you must have heard it from someone else—or saw her there yourself.”

“Through the same window you did, maybe,” he said. I considered it, then shook my head. “Ruby Bee followed Gaylene, and you and your pal followed them, although they had a healthy headstart—and they didn’t go all the way to the Xanadu. They staked out a spot in a stationery store around the corner. If you did go there, you did it of your own accord, not because you were following meddlesome broads.”

“The problem with Craig Lisbon was that it always took him time to decide how to deal with situations that might disrupt his business dealings. He was the sort who might think for a day or two, then realize that Brenda Appleton posed a threat of enormous dimensions. She knew names and faces, dates and addresses, and she might decide to file for a divorce and name everyone, including Gabardi, as a co-respondent. Scorned women have been known to do such things.”

“Wait a minute!” I said, aware I sounded as shrill as Geri. “Are you telling me that you went to the Xanadu and killed Lisbon? I really don’t want to hear this.” Especially, I added to myself, from a man with whom I’d had sex not six hours ago and no more than ten feet away (did I mention the size of the rooms?). “I’m not telling you anything,” he said with a sigh that we both knew meant he was telling me everything—and reading my mind along the way.

“I heard the elevator last night,” I said, “and I thought it was Ruby Bee returning from the kitchen. But she had come up an hour before she and Estelle cooked up an alibi and came to my room. How high’s the penthouse?”

“Very high, and I’m still feeling the effects of the bullet wound. Don’t ever get shot, Arly. It hurts like hell, and the scar never goes away.”

“Why Appleton?” I asked, refusing to allow his words to get to me. I already knew more than enough about scar tissue.

“I was in the kitchen when he and Catherine appeared.”

“So he was the one who had a copy of the key?”

“I would be more inclined to search Rick’s pockets. Appleton didn’t need one. The door was not locked when they tried it.” He took a pick from his pocket. “I was a bit curious who might come prowling.”

“Such as everybody in the hotel?”

“There was a lot of traffic,” he agreed, “beginning with Jerome and Catherine. Although I’m not a parent, I could certainly see that what he was about to do would totally destroy the child’s life. Three months and he would have abandoned her in Rio, possibly addicted to cocaine. She has some problems, including a violent mother, but I could not, in good conscience, allow him to take her with him. I sent her upstairs, and Jerome and I had a talk. He refused to listen to reason, I’m afraid.”

“Why did Rick and Cambria come?”

“That was not my doing. I was hoping our Miss Gebhearn might actually produce reporters for the contest, and they would be present at the opening ceremony in the kitchen. In some situations, the media can be useful.”

“Brenda was distraught about Jerome leaving her and also terribly chummy with members of Gabardi’s big, happy family. She might have called Cambria to stop him.”

“You’re apt to be right, Arly. They came so quickly that I was barely able to duck into the office. Once they’d taken the four cases upstairs to switch the contents, I came out of the office and nearly encountered Lady Macbeth of Maggody in a flannel gown. Back into the office I ducked until I heard her running down the corridor to the elevator. I hoped she would call the police immediately, but she did not, giving Rick and Cambria time to clean up the blood and move the body outside. I was surprised she didn’t, but I underestimated her determination to win the contest.” He made me a drink and sat down on the other bed, carefully positioning himself so that our knees did not touch. “All in all, a busy night for everyone concerned.”

“Yeah, the elevators really hummed.” I assessed the distance between us. It wasn’t quite two thousand miles, but it was damn close. “Sonny had a suitcase tonight.”

“Cambria and Rick weren’t aware that Jerome brought down three suitcases from his room, two with personal effects and one with an impressive quantity of cash. I felt it expedient to relocate the third one before they arrived on the scene to move the body and remaining suitcases to the alley. We did not feel Cambria would donate the money to a worthwhile charity. Besides, we’re always mindful of overhead.”

“So let me get this straight. Sonny’s playing the psycho, and you seem to have decided on the role of white knight. You shot Jerome to save Catherine, and Lisbon to save Brenda. I sure hope you don’t decide Ruby Bee’s about to drive me crazy.”

“I never shoot women,” he said with a small frown. “None of us do. We do occasionally find ourselves frustrated in our inability to indict people who’ve murdered our agents.”

“What am I supposed to do with this, Durmond? Try to convince Henbit that you and Sonny are responsible for the two homicides? That you’re framing Cambria and Rick? That a government agency pays its utility bills with drug money?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Arly. You’ve got an oldfashioned sense of morality, which is not a criticism, but we’re engaged in an outright war. It would be lovely if everyone played by the rules and the system worked. However, the courts are more determined to protect the rights of drug barons than those of the kids in the schoolyards. Most of us have been forced to succumb to the philosophy that the end justifies the means.”

“And all’s fair in love and war?” I murmured.

“I didn’t want you to get involved and I sure as hell didn’t want to get involved with you. If you forget this conversation, twenty four hours from now you can be home in that little town of yours. I’ll stay around here to tidy up the loose ends, and then I have no idea where I’ll be sent on my next assignment—which could well be my last. ” He lifted his hand as if to touch me, then thought better of it and shrugged. “Sometimes I need to reassure myself that I’m not still in the boat in the middle of the lake, surrounded by nothing but flat brown water.”

I returned to the window. Lights were on in the apartments across the street, very few with curtains or shades drawn. In one apartment, children sat staring at a television set; in another, a woman slumped on the sofa with a beer in her hand. On the floor above, an elderly man and woman were engaged in a hostile exchange. It was, I thought sadly, the ultimate gesture of defiance required for survival in a city: No matter what we do and where we choose to do it, you can’t see me and I can’t see you.

I looked at Durmond with the blind stare of an urbanite. “But you took the gun from Rick’s room the first night you were in the hotel, didn’t you? The scene in the kitchen wasn’t all that spontaneous, not if you’d gone to the trouble to steal the gun to frame Rick. You had to shoot someone.”

“So many crooks, so little time.”

“I feel ridiculous,” Mrs. Jim Bob said from the farthest corner of the cave.

Brother Verber thought she looked mighty fine, but he knew she didn’t want to hear it and would fail to appreciate how he was merely admiring God’s handiwork, dressed as it was in a scarlet nightie and cute lil’ panties. The outline of the peekaboo bra was visible under the flimsy fabric, and one black strap had strayed along her shoulder.

He made all these observations from a crate on which he was perched. He’d selected an apricot nightgown, but the panties had torn when he tried to wiggle into them, so he was feeling a chill in his privates. “Don’t be embarrassed, Sister Barbara,” he said sonorously. “The Good Lord doesn’t mind us doing this so we won’t freeze to death. This rain’ll have to let up before too long, and we’ll just change back into our regular clothes and look for the car.”

“Keep your head turned, Brother Verber. I don’t care how many times you keep trying to act like we’re dressed for prayer meeting, we aren’t. I cannot believe what’s happened, and all because of you.”

“Of me?”

She wasn’t about to explain, so she sniffed irritably and tugged at the lacy hem that kept easing over her knees.

“I hope I haven’t done anything to cause you all this grief and uncomfortableness, Sister Barbara. You know how much I respect you from that halo I can see all the way down to your trim ankles.”