I tore off up the hall and pushed open the door beneath the EXIT sign.
I buttoned my shirt and tucked it in on my way down the steps. I paused at the bottom to draw on my socks . I ran a hand through my hair then and opened the door to the lobby.
No one in sight. Good.
As I left the building and headed down the walk a black sedan pulled up in front of me and I heard the hum of a power window and saw a flash of red.
“Get in, Merlin,” came a familiar voice.
“Fiona!”
I opened the door and slid inside. We began moving immediately, “Well, was she?” she asked me.
“Was she what?” I said.
“The one you went to the club to meet.”
I hadn’t thought of it that way until she said it.
“You know,” I said a little later. “I think maybe she was.”
She turned onto the road and drove back in the direction from which we had come earlier.
“What kind of game was she playing?” Fiona asked.
“I’d give a lot to know,” I answered.
“Tell me about it,” she said, “and feel free to edit certain portions.”
“Well, all right,” I said, and I let her have it.
We were back in the country club parking lot before I was finished.
“Why are we here again?” I asked:
“This is where I got the car. It might belong to a friend of Bill’s. I thought I’d be nice and bring it back.”
“You used the Trump I’d made to go through to the bar in there?” I asked, gesturing.
“Yes, right after you went in to dance. I watched you for about an hour, mostly from the terrace. And I’d told you to be wary.”
“Sorry, I was smitten.”
“I’d forgotten they don’t serve absinthe here. I had to make do with a frozen marguerite.”
“Sorry about that, too. Then you hot-wired a car and followed us when we left?”
“Yes. I waited in her parking lot and maintained the most peripheral of touches with you via your Trump. If I’d felt danger I would have come in after you.”
“Thanks . How peripheral?”
“I am not a voyeur, if that’s what you mean. Very well, we’re up to date.”
“There’s a lot more to the story than this fast part.”
“Keep it,” she said, “for now. There is only one thing I am curious about at the moment. Would you happen to have a picture of this Luke Raynard?”
“I might,” I told her, reaching for my wallet. “Yes; I think I do.”
I withdrew my shorts from my hip pocket and explored further.
“At least you don’t wear jockeys,” she remarked:
I withdrew my wallet and turned on the overhead light. As I flipped the wallet open she leaned toward me, resting her hand on my arm. Finally, I found a clear colored photo of Luke and me at the beach, with Julia and a girl named Gail whom Luke used to date.
I felt her grip tighten as she drew in a short, sharp breath.
“What is it?” I asked. “You know him?”
She shook her head too quickly.
“No. No,” she said. “Never saw him before in my life.”
“You’re a lousy liar, Auntie. Who is it?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
“Come on! You nearly broke my arm when you saw him.”
“Don’t push me;” she said.
“It involves my life.”
“It involves more than your life, I think.”
“So?”
“Let it be, for now.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. I must insist.”
She turned more fully and both of her hands came up between us. Smoke began to rise from her well-manicured fingertips. Frakir throbbed upon my wrist, which meant she was sufficiently pissed off to lean on me if it came to that.
I made a warding gesture and decided to back off.
“Okay, let’s call it a day and head home.”
She flexed her fingers and the smoke fled. Frakir became still. She withdrew a packet of Trumps from her purse and shuffled out the one for Amber.
“But sooner or later I’m going to have to know,” I added.