The Midnight Tour

“He is pretty timid,” Eve agreed. “Anybody else? Maybe a guy hanging around you while you were on duty?”

“Not really. A lot of people sort of...you know, gave me a second look. But I didn’t notice anyone really watching me.”

“Well, keep an eye out for that sort of thing. Both of you. Tomorrow, pay close attention to anyone who seems too interested, maybe asks you a lot of questions, or just hangs around and stares at you. Anything at all suspicious. Okay? In the meantime, I’ll write up a report on the situation. You take the precautions I told you about, and everything’ll turn out fine.”

“Peachy,” Tuck said.

“I know it’s a pain in the ass.”

“It’s the way things go, nowdays,” Tuck said. “The good guys have to lock themselves up, and the bad guys rule the night. The American way.”

“I hate to think that’s how it works in this town,” Eve said. “Believe me, I don’t like it any better than you do. It’s an affront to me. But I can’t put down a bad guy till I know who he is. For now, you two should just be careful and lay low. I’ll do what I can to end the situation.”

“We’ll be careful,” Dana said.

“Sure,” Tuck said.

Eve unbuttoned a breast pocket, reached in and pulled out a business card. “I’ll give you my home phone number,” she said.

She took out a pen. Holding the card in her open hand, she wrote her number on the back. “You don’t want someone like Cochran coming over. If anything develops when I’m not on duty, try me at home.”

“Will do,” Tuck said. “Thanks.”

Eve handed the card to her. “Okay. I’d better get going. You two be careful. Keep me informed. And keep your Smith handy, Lynn.” She faced Dana. “Do you have a weapon?”

“Look at her size,” Tuck said.

Eve and Dana both gave her dirty looks.

Smiling at Dana, Eve said, “A firearm. Do you have one?”

“No.”

“You should, you know.”

“Well...I guess I could go to the store tomorrow...”

“No good. There’s a fifteen day waiting period.” To Tuck, she said, “You only have the one, don’t you?”

“Afraid so.”

“Well...” Dropping to a crouch, Eve raised the cuff of her right trouser leg. A black, fabric holster was strapped around her ankle. She ripped open a velcro strap, pulled out a small pistol, then stood up and held it out to Dana. “You can borrow this one for a while. It’s a Sig Sauer .380 semi-automatic.”

“I can’t take your gun,” Dana protested.

“It’s just my backup piece,” Eve said. “I’ve got plenty of others. A girl can never have too many guns. Now, do you know how to use a weapon like this?”

Chapter Twenty-Two

ICE

“Don’t be such a gloomy gus, Owie,” Monica said, and squeezed his hand.

“I’m just tired,” he said. “We’ve been on our feet for hours.”

“Aw, poor boy.”

“I think I’ve got blisters.”

“Well, we’re almost home.”

Don’t I wish, Owen thought. But it was nearly midnight and they weren’t almost home; after spending hours at Pier 39, they were walking along the Embarcadaro on their way back to the hotel. The hotel was not home. Home, back in Los Angeles, was a one- room apartment where Owen lived alone.

Without Monica.

It still hurt him inside to realize that he’d allowed her to ruin the Beast House tour.

I should’ve gone ahead and finished it and the hell with her.

Some sort of damn female power game she’d been playing.

She’d won, too. And Beast House had lost.

I lost, he thought. I caved in, and she wrecked it for me.

After quitting the tour that morning, Owen had tried to remain pleasant in spite of his frustration and disappointment. He couldn’t quite bring himself to be the life of the party, but at least he managed to smile and speak to Monica and pretend he still liked her.

At a restaurant on Front Street, he indulged himself in a Bloody Mary. Monica, between sips of white wine, tried to patch up the damage. “I honestly didn’t mean for you to leave,” she explained.

He knew she was lying. People always lied after such preliminaries as “honestly,” or “to tell you the absolute truth.”

She’d meant for him to quit the tour, all right. And she was no doubt secretly overjoyed that she’d wielded such power over him.

“I don’t see why you didn’t finish it,” she said. “That was silly. I was perfectly willing to wait for you outside.”

“Yeah, well.”

“Why don’t we go back after lunch?”

He shook his head.

“You definitely should. I mean it, Owie. It would be perfectly all right with me. I’ll just wait outside for you.”

“I honestly don’t care if I see the rest of it,” he said. “I saw enough. It wasn’t that great, anyway.”

“I’ll say. What a ripoff! But I think you should go back, anyway. I don’t want to be the one stopping you. I don’t want you blaming me that you missed the rest of the tour.”

And who else would I blame?

“It’s not your fault,” he said.

“I tell you what,” Monica said, widening her violet eyes. “If you’re sure you don’t want to finish the house tour, we’ll go to the museum after lunch. How about that? I mean, I’d sort of counted on going to the beach, but we can go to the museum instead. Would you like that?”

“Let’s just go to the beach.”

“You really should see the museum. We came all the way out here.”

“No, that’s okay.”

“Welllll...it’s up to you.”

“The beach’ll be fine.”

He meant it, too. He didn’t want to visit the Beast House museum. Not with Monica. She would be standing by his side, probably holding his hand, ruining it.

After lunch, they headed for the beach. On the way there, they followed a sandy, unpaved road that led them past the windowless Kutch house. Owen gave the house a few glances through the chain link fence, but he didn’t even try to appreciate it.

How could he appreciate anything with Monica at his side?

As it drew closer to departure time, they headed back to Front Street and boarded the bus. Monica took a window seat. Owen sat beside her.