Good friend. Words Tony didn't like hearing.
He saw a short, slim-waisted woman in her late thirties or early forties with raven black hair and dark eyes. She was smiling at him with large, perfect teeth. It took some effort to keep his gaze from straying toward her prominent breasts, made more noticeable by the tight tan blouse she wore. It was fashioned of some kind of knit material and tucked into faded form-fitting designer jeans. Here was a woman, he thought, who was fully assembled.
Tony extended his hand and she shook it with a light, dry touch that somehow suggested considerable strength. She played sports, he figured, or worked out.
'Wouldn't want you to be stood up,' Tony said amiably, motioning for Jewel to sit down. She sat on the opposite side of the table, leaving the chair directly across from Tony for Jill. Tony waited until they were both seated before settling down again in his chair and replacing the red napkin in his lap.
A waiter, wearing a tux with a red cummerbund, promptly came over and they ordered drinks. Tony stayed with the scotch and water he'd been sipping; Jill and Jewel both ordered sour apple martinis. Tony tried not to wince.
'So where'd you two meet?' he asked when the waiter had left.
'Would you believe the laundry room in my building?' Jill said.
'If you say it, I believe it.'
'It's a creepy place,' Jewel said. 'Down in that dim basement. It wouldn't hurt if the super put some brighter bulbs down there.'
'It would make it safer,' Tony said.
Jewel gave a mock shiver and Tony couldn't help but glance at her breasts. 'We were both down there at the same time doing a load of wash, so we were glad for each other's company. Jill-or maybe it was me-struck up a conversation, and we found out we have a lot in common.'
'What would that be?' Tony asked. 'Other than the obvious.'
'Obvious?'
'That you're both beautiful.'
Jill laughed a few seconds before Jewel. Tony didn't think Jewel seemed to feel as complimented. With her looks, she probably heard a lot of bullshit from a lot of men. She gave the impression she could handle it.
'Beauty aside,' Jewel said, 'we both came from the Midwest. And we haven't been very long in New York, so we don't know many people. Jill's promised to show me around, and maybe I'll sign up with Files and More so I can earn some money while I'm trying to land something permanent.'
'It's a tough town at first,' Tony said. 'Then you learn to like it.'
'Especially if you meet someone like Tony,' Jill said.
Pearl had to admire that, especially the sincerity in Jill's voice. But she hoped Jill wouldn't do too much improvisation. This guy Tony didn't strike Pearl as dumb in the slightest.
The waiter came back carrying their drinks on a round silver tray. Talking was suspended while he placed the drinks around the table, as if talk might upset some delicate balance and liquid might slosh over a rim.
Tony knew the addition of Jewel as a new friend had considerably upset the replacement process. Jewel would have to be dealt with in some way. Apparently she'd already become a close friend and confidante, so she'd certainly realize any replacement Jill was a phony. Tony was sure Jewel was the only person in the building who'd had more than passing contact with Jill. Without Jewel, the game was on. Jewel was an obstacle.
Of course, something could happen to Jewel.
But wouldn't that put Jill's apartment building under police scrutiny? Either way, if the police suspected foul play they'd question Jill. Who might mention Tony.
It was a problem, all right.
Tony raised his scotch and water and suggested a toast.
'To the three of us,' he said.
Their glasses clinked. They smiled at each other and drank.
Tony thinking something would have to be done to take Jewel out of the game.
Pearl settled into her new identity smoothly. It was made easier because she actually liked Jill Clark. Tony Lake, so far, hadn't proved difficult. He seemed obviously resentful of the women's close friendship, but no more so than any man whose lover had suddenly acquired a new best bud. One who was a rival for his time and turned up as an obstacle whenever he planned on getting intimate with the object of his love. Or with his target.
Jill, mostly running on instincts, also sometimes seemed actually resentful of Pearl's presence. Tony was good at his job; Pearl had to give him that. Jill knew who he was and what he was, but it was impossible sometimes to feel what he was. The Tony she saw on the surface could be disarming and deadly charming.
It seemed increasingly obvious to Pearl that Tony was not only wickedly intelligent but also had no scruples whatsoever. She wondered if, for strategic reasons, he might go behind Jill's back and make a pass at Jewel. Pearl, being Jewel, saw that as a potential problem.
Since she and Jill were spending so much time together, Pearl liked to keep Jill talking, thinking maybe some new piece of information might be mentioned that would aid in the investigation. Most of the time, when Tony wasn't around, Jill wound up talking about Madeline Scott. She was obviously still haunted by Madeline's death and maybe felt guilty that she hadn't believed Madeline's story at first. If she had, she might have been able to help in some way that would have prevented Madeline's death.
Pearl didn't think that was true, and whenever Jill began blaming herself, she talked her out of her depression. Madeline died because she knew too much. Nothing would have saved her. But something could still be done to save Jill, and a lot of women who'd follow, if E-Bliss.org could be shut down-and in a way that would prevent it from opening somewhere else under another name and resuming its chain of murders and ultimate identity thefts.
Maybe it was all the talk about Madeline that gave Pearl the idea of visiting Madeline's apartment. Jill had supposedly seen the new Madeline in the elevator, but in Jill's state of mind, that might not have been true. Pearl knew how the imagination could work. It could make you see what you expected to see. That was the problem with eyewitness accounts.
Like Jill's.
Jill had just gotten a temporary work assignment as a receptionist for a dental clinic, filling in for a vacation, so for at least a week she'd be away working every day. Jill would be protected there by the undercovers Renz had managed to get assigned to the investigation.
That would leave Pearl with not much to do other than hang around her apartment as Jewel. She had instructions not to go near Jill's apartment when Jill was out. Quinn wanted to make sure it was available for E- Bliss.org. It wouldn't do for its imposter to find Pearl there doing her Jewel act, and making up an implausible reason for her presence.
Pearl was going crazy with all the inaction, so why not make use of her time?
Wednesday morning, she left the apartment to hail a cab. A light summer drizzle was falling. It wasn't much of a rain, but enough to make the cabs go into hiding. Pearl walked in the direction she wanted to ride and soon ran across a sidewalk vendor selling umbrellas for five dollars. She paid up and stayed reasonably dry while she walked another two blocks and finally managed to flag down a cab. She felt things going her way; less then ten minutes and she'd scored a double, obtaining the two most precious items when it rained in Manhattan: an umbrella and a cab.
Maybe she'd stay lucky. Though Madeline had moved out, there still might be something to be gained from looking over the vacant apartment again, and talking to the neighbors again.
She told the cabbie to drive her to an intersection that was within a block of Madeline's apartment.
'You think this Jewel is a cop?' Palmer Stone asked, staring out his office window at the light rain.
'It's possible, but I doubt it,' Victor said. He was leaning back in the chair in front of Stone's desk, his legs straight out in front of him with his ankles crossed. 'I think she's just a meddling bitch who turned up at the wrong time. She needed a friend, there was Jill Clark, and she attached herself to Jill like a leech.'
'Sounds kind of intense. You get the idea it might be wearing off? That Jill doesn't really like her around?'
'Sometimes. Especially when we want to screw. Jewel's timing seems to be perfect when it comes to preventing Jill and me from being alone together at a time or place where we might be intimate.'
