specificity.
'There are a few questions I need to ask,' I said as if it were an afterthought, or maybe something to be got out of the way before we got to more serious business.
'Yes,' she said, 'but let's go to my place. Hunt's at work and we can relax. Talk more privately.'
'Sure,' I said. 'You have a car?'
She smiled the penetrating smile.
'I'll ride with you,' she said.
I paid the check and we went to my car. No one took a shot at me. The car was as I'd left it. Neither of us said much as we drove down the hill to Glenda's condominium. The building was silent. Apparently everyone who lived in The Trevanion worked. The heels of my rubber-soled running shoes sounded loud on the marble floors. I felt as if I ought to tiptoe. Glenda unlocked the door to her place and I followed her in and closed it behind me. One of them was a neat housekeeper. The place looked as if it were ready for company. Maybe it was always ready for company.
Glenda took my coat, standing close when she did so, and I got a full scent of the milled soap and subtle perfume that had been hinted at at the health club. There was a brass hat stand beside the front door and Glenda hung my peacoat on it. Then she turned and smiled at me very idly and began to unbutton her coat.
'Can I get you some coffee?' she said. 'Or something stronger?'
'Coffee would be fine,' I said.
She unbuttoned the last button and shrugged out of her coat. Except for the high boots, she had nothing on under it.
'Or maybe something stronger,' I said.
She walked slowly toward me, looking at me with a half smile, and pressed against me and put her arms around me and looked up at me with her head thrown back.
'How much stronger?' she said.
Her voice had a hoarse overtone to it now.
'Maybe a quart of Valium,' I said. 'Over ice?'
My voice had a pretty hoarse overtone, too. She pressed against me more insistently.
'Anything else?' she said.
I put my arms around her and looked down at her.
'Yeah,' I said. 'How come you were at Andover the same time Clint Stapleton was and you don't know him?'
She stiffened. I kept my arms around her.
'Can't you think about anything but that stupid murder?' she said.
'I can, but I'm trying not to,' I said. 'And what murder was it that Clint was connected to?'
She got stiffer still and tried to push away from me. I wouldn't let her. I held her tight against me.
'Let go of me,' she said.
'All I said was Clint Stapleton. Why did you think I was interested in a murder?'
'Well, I mean he was Melissa's boyfriend, so I thought that's what you were talking about.'
'When I talked to you last time, you said you didn't remember her boyfriend's name,' I said.
She pushed hard against me now, trying to get away. I held on. She tried to knee me in the groin. I turned my hip enough to prevent it.
'Now if you went to Andover with him, and he dated your sorority daughter, and you double-dated with them a few times, isn't it odd that you didn't remember it the first time I asked you, and remembered it now in the throes of passion.'
'Let me go,' she said, Her teeth were clenched and the words scraped out through them. 'Let me goddamned go.'
She got her hands to my face and started to scratch. I let go of her and stepped away, and she stood breathing hard with her absolutely spectacular body on full display. I looked at it happily. I was all business, but I tried to be never so busy that I couldn't stop and smell the flowers.
'That is a hell of a body,' I said.
'Don't you want to fuck me?' she said.
'The answer to that is actually pretty complicated,' I said, 'but to oversimplify-no, ma'am, I don't.'
'But I thought when you wanted to see me again, alone…' She frowned for a minute and I realized that she was thinking, or something. 'You didn't… you were just trying to get information.'
'Still trying,' I said.
'Damn,' she said and flopped onto the arm of an easy chair behind her and let her butt slide over the arm and onto the seat so that she sat sideways in the chair, and her legs dangled over the arm.
'I'm not usually that wrong,' she said.
She seemed entirely at ease being naked and made no effort to cover herself. Her camel's hair coat remained in a pile on the floor where she'd dropped it. The high boots only emphasized how undressed she was.
