“I’ve got a nice little present for you, but she’s all asleep in the back of my cab. I guess you’re her hot date, huh? And the guy who’s going to marry her?”
“She told you that, did she? That’s a really good sign.”
“Women always tell me everything,” the driver said, walking back to the taxi.
Savich couldn’t wait to get her inside the house.
“Dillon?”
“Yes, it’s me. Go back to sleep, Sherlock. You’re home now. But I’m not going to let you sleep very long. That all right with you?” He leaned down and kissed her nose.
“Okay,” she said, and bit his earlobe.
She giggled. He thought it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard in his life.
The phone was ringing as he laid her on the bed.
“Well damn,” he said and answered it. She lay on her back, just looking over at him, listening to his deep voice, his very short answers. When he hung up the phone, she said, “Have they caught him?”
Savich just shook his head. “No, but it might be really soon. That was Jimmy Maitland. A call came through from this woman in southern Ohio claiming to have seen both Marlin and Erasmus in a restaurant off the turnpike. It sounds like it’s for real. They’re going to check. They’ll get back to us when they know one way or the other. Nothing to do now but wait.”
“Is this the first time both Erasmus and Marlin have been reported being seen together?”
He nodded as he pulled his navy blue sweater over his head. He smiled at her as he unfastened his jeans.
Sometime later, she whispered in his mouth, “Please sing to me.”
His rich baritone filled the air. “You’re my gateway to heaven, all tied up in a bow. Let me at your hinges and I’ll oil them really slow.”
The phone rang again. He held her close as he rolled to his side. “Savich here.”
“We think it’s Erasmus and Marlin,” said Jimmy Maitland, more excitement in his voice than Savich had heard in three months. “So it looks like they’re in Ohio. I’ll get back to you when I hear any more.”
“That’s a relief,” Savich said and slowly hung up the phone. He turned back to her, saw that the sated vague look was long gone now, and there was fear there, haunting fear. “No, no, Sherlock, Maitland thinks it was Erasmus and Marlin. They’re way off in Ohio someplace, far away from us. It’s okay. They’ll catch them.” Still, the fear didn’t leave her eyes. He said nothing more, just came over her again. He shuddered with the feel of her stiffening beneath him.
He didn’t ease his hold on her until he was certain she was asleep. He kissed her temple. He wondered what had happened in San Francisco. Then he wondered if they’d caught Marlin yet and if they’d dispatched him to hell.
Lacey was feeling mellow as she sipped Dillon’s famous darkly rich coffee. Morning sunlight poured through the kitchen windows. She was leaning against the refrigerator.
Dillon took her cup and kissed her until she was ready to jump on him. Then he gave it back to her. It took another three long drinks of coffee and a distance of three feet from him before she could function again. He just grinned at her.
When she had her wits together, finally, she told him about her parents, about Douglas. “Douglas was treating my mother like she was his lover. He kissed her, caressed her face, called her by her first name. I’m not wrong about this even though he denied it, denied it quite believably.”
He nearly dropped his spoon. “You’re kidding me. No? Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. When it comes to your family, I’m willing to believe just about anything. Do you think it’s possible that Douglas was sleeping not only with his wife but also with his wife’s mother?”
She took a bite of toast, then added another dollop of strawberry spread. “I have no idea. Maybe he wanted all the Sherlock women. After all, he wanted to sleep with me too.” She sighed, rubbed her stomach, knew she was going to have to relax or she’d get an ulcer. “It’s as if I know them but they’re strangers to me in the most basic ways. I found out that Belinda’s father, my mother’s first husband-his name is Conal Francis-was released from San Quentin just a short time ago.”