“Clint asked me not to and I honored his request. As long as you’re prying, will there be anything else?”
“Of course,” she said. “That’s what she pays you for. I’m surprised you’d even mention it.”
“It might go a long way to getting her off your back.”
Crystal smiled at Cllint, who was watching her with a doglike devotion. “Cat’s out of the bag,” she said. “Remember Dow’s ex-wife? She finally figured out we were having a torrid love affair. Kinsey’s caught us in the act.”
I could feel myself flush. Clint seemed to enjoy the joke and I could hardly protest. I said, “I probably ought to go.”
“Good. He gets tired when we have visitors. I’ll walk you to the door.”
I could feel a brittle rage radiating from her as she accompanied me. I knew she resented the invasion of privacy, both his and hers. “Look, I’m sorry.”
“Forget it.”
“Did Dow know?”
“Someone else might have told him. I certainly didn’t. People want to believe the worst. That’s the hell of it,” she said.
The freeway traffic was crawling, cars end to end, apparently slowed by an accident farther up the road. I drove home on surface streets to avoid the mess. All the streetlamps were on and the roads gleamed like patent leather in the falling rain. In my neighborhood, the houses glowed with light. I found parking right in front of Henry’s. I was grateful for that as it saved me the half-block of splashing through puddles. I went through the squeaking gate and around the corner of my studio to the rear. Henry’s kitchen lights were out. He was probably over at Rosie’s where I’d catch up with him in a bit.
I unlocked my door and let myself in. As I closed the door behind me, someone slammed against it from the outside and sent me hurtling. My shoulder bag struck the floor with a thunk and I saw my key ring sail off and land on the rug. I went sprawling, hands flying out instinctively to catch myself. I hit the floor and rolled as Tommy Hevener grabbed me by the hair, pulled me upright, and dragged me backward. I stumbled into him and he sat down abruptly, pinning me across his knees. I’d been flipped like a turtle and I was on my back, flailing for purchase. His raincoat was in a tangle but offered enough protection that I couldn’t land a blow.
He choked me with one hand while he squeezed his fingers around my face, digging into my jaw so hard it forced my mouth open. He stuck his face against mine. I could feel his breath against my mouth. “Henry gave you the name of a jeweler in L.A. Turns out there isn’t any such guy, so what the fuck was that about?”
The door swung back again and banged once against the wall. I shrieked, rolling my eyes in that direction. Richard was standing in the doorway in his black raincoat. He closed the door behind him, looking on with indifference as Tommy tightened his grip.
“Answer me.”
“I don’t know. I never dealt with him. Someone told Henry. He was just passing it on. You were there.”
“No.” He shook my head, using my hair for leverage.
I clawed at his hand, trying to pry his fingers off. The pain was excruciating. “Let go, let go. That’s it. That’s all. I never called the guy. I swear.”
“Tell me you didn’t find the safe and help yourself.”
“What safe?”
“The fuckin’ safe in the office. Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I mean. You broke in. You ripped us off and we want the stuff back.”
“What stuff? I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
Richard said, “Get her up.”
Tommy didn’t move. His grip on my hair was so tight, I thought he’d tear out a hunk of my scalp. I couldn’t move my head. I was nearly sick with fear. What had Mariah done? Had she set me up?
Richard said, “Tommy.”
Grudgingly, Tommy loosened his grip. I turned on my side and rolled away from him. I lifted myself as far as my hands and knees, shaking my head while I gasped for breath. “I don’t know anything about a safe. I never saw it.” I put one hand against my throat, trying to suck down air. “I’d have to be an idiot to break in. I still have a key. It’s on my key ring.”
I fumbled across the rug for my keys and held them up to him. “Look at this. Think about it. If I’d done it, I’d have closed the place so you wouldn’t know. Why would I leave it open and call attention to the break-in?”
“How’d you know the place was left open?” Richard asked. He seemed calmer than Tommy, but no less dangerous. He took the ring of keys and sorted through them until he found the office key, which he worked out of the bunch. He tossed the remaining keys to Tommy. I directed my response to both, looking from one to the other.
“Because my office is right there. Across the alleyway.” Richard was silent and I felt myself babbling on. “I’m telling you the truth. Last night I stopped at the office. I looked across the alley and saw the door standing open.”
“What time?”
“Seven, I think. Sometime around then.”
Tommy said, “Why didn’t you call the cops?”
“I thought it was Richard and he was showing the place.”
Tommy was sitting with his knees drawn up, shaking his head. “Jesus. You don’t know how much trouble we’re in. Christ, everything is gone. Every goddamn . . .”
“Shut up, Tommy. She doesn’t need to know. Let’s get her out of here before someone shows up.”
“I’m sorry your valuables were stolen, but it wasn’t me. I swear.”
“Yeah, well we’re sunk, anyway. Wiped out. It’s over.”
“Knock it off,” Richard said, and hauled me to my feet. “You take her. I’ll drive.”
“I’ll drive. It’s my truck.”
“Right.” Richard locked his arms around me, pinning my arms against my body. He lifted me off the floor and walked me to the door, half-dragging me, half-carrying.
I grabbed the doorframe long enough to get my feet down. I stiffened my knees, forcing him to halt. “Let me get my bag,” I said, gesturing. I felt like a kid pleading for her teddy bear. Tommy leaned down and picked up my shoulder bag. He did a quick search, pawing through the contents. He found the Davis, checked the load, and tucked it in his pocket, tossing the bag aside. There went that hope. I glanced back, watching him turn the lights out and pull the door shut before he joined us on the patio.
His truck was parked around the corner. Richard held my left arm, his fingers digging into me so hard I knew I’d bruise. The two of them crowded against me, walking in a lockstep that forced me to trot along. What were they going to do with me, rape, maim, and kill? What would be the point of that? If they took me to the house, I could scream my bloody head off and no one would hear.
We reached the pickup truck. Richard opened the door on the passenger side. He flipped the seat forward and shoved me into the narrow space behind the seats, knocking my head against the frame in the process.
I said, “Hey!” This was pissing me off. I managed to rub my head while I squeezed into the well. Tommy got in on the driver’s side. The two doors slammed in quick succession like rifle shots. Tommy jammed the key in the ignition and the engine fired to life. He pulled out with a chirp that probably left a little skid of rubber on the pavement. I clung to the seat back, trying to assess the situation.
For the moment, I was safe. Tommy was too busy driving to pay attention to me and Richard didn’t have a sufficient angle to turn around and level more abuse. Rain was stinging against the windshield. Tommy flipped on the wipers.
I said, “Where’d you have the safe? The place always looked empty to me.”
Tommy said, “In the closet floor, under the wall-to-wall carpeting.”
“Don’t play dumb.” Richard was bored.
“How many people knew besides the two of you?”
Tommy said, “No one.”
Richard snorted. “What’s this, twenty questions? Would you give it a rest.”
“Who opened it last?”
“Jesus, Tommy, this is bullshit. Are you buying this act?”
“He did. We had something we wanted to sell. He goes all the way down to Los Angeles on Friday and there isn’t any such dude. He thought I pulled a fast one and he was pissed.”
“When did he get back? Was it late?”
“No, it wasn’t late,” Richard snapped, exasperated. “It’s five o’clock. I go over to the office and put the piece back in the safe.”