mounds of curtains, things the previous owners had not wanted to take with them. There was no construction debris, though, from the road, this big container would make it look as though construction or reconstruction had to be going on.
Back in the house, he shut the front door and went to the garage, big enough to hold three cars but now standing empty, except for a metal footlocker in a rear corner. The footlocker seemed strange, and was padlocked. Parker crossed to it and studied the padlock, which was new and serious. He lifted one end of the footlocker, and it was very heavy; something metal slid inside there.
So this must be their stash of guns. Parker switched on the garage light long enough to study the footlocker and its padlock, then he switched the light off again, left the garage, left the house, climbed down the neighbors’ chain-link fence, and walked back to the Four Seasons. He walked toward the Jaguar, stashed among a dotting of other cars in the dim-lit parking area, then veered off, away from the Jag, moving around into another section of the lot.
There was someone in the Jag. A dark mound, in the passenger seat.
Parker, empty-handed, came slowly at the Jag from the rear, trying to keep out of any mirrors the passenger might see. At the end, he crouched against the rear bumper and moved his head slowly to the left until he could see the rearview mirror, see the reflection of the person, move farther left, see the person better
Lesley.
4
When he straightened and moved around to her side of the car, she saw him coming and reacted by opening the door. The interior light came on and she squinted, smiling up at him. ‘Have a nice walk?’ she said.
He said, ‘Who knows you’re here?’
‘Oh, don’t be silly,’ she said, still smiling, pretending to be unconcerned, but clutching tight to the handle of the open door to hide her nervousness. ‘I’m no threat to you,’ she said, ‘so you don’t have any reason to be a threat to me.’
He said, ‘Who knows you’re here?’
She was still in uniform, the beige suit and the dolphin pin. She shifted her legs to get out of the car. saying, ‘Buy me a drink at the bar over there.’
He reached out and cupped his palm over the top of her head, feeling the tight blond curls. He didn’t exert pressure, just held her there, so she couldn’t go on getting out of the car. ‘Lesley,’ he said, ‘when I ask a question, you answer it.’
She tried to move her head, to twist out from under his hand, so she could look up at him, but he wouldn’t let her move. ‘You’re hurting my neck,’ she said.
He knew he wasn’t, but it didn’t matter. ‘Who knows you’re here, Lesley?’
‘No one! All right? No one.’
He released her and stepped back a pace so she could get out of the car. She did so, tottering a bit as she got to her feet, leaving the door open so she could lean on it and there’d be some light. Sounding resentful and flustered, she said, ‘You want to know who I told your business, is that right?’
That was half of it. The other half was, how complicated would it be if he had to kill her. He said, ‘What is my business, Lesley?’
‘That’s what I’m trying to figure out,’ she said.
‘You smelled something.’
‘I certainly did.’ She was getting her self-confidence back, feeling they would deal in words now and words were her territory. She said, ‘Everything you did in the car today was almost right, al-most, but I didn’t buy it. Is Daniel Parmitt your real name?’
‘Why wouldn’t it be?’
‘Because you’re less than two months old,’ she said. ‘When we finished driving around today, I thought, That man doesn’t really want a house here, but he wants something, and the only thing he showed any interest in at all was the house Mr Roderick bought.’
‘Roderick.’
‘Also a Texan, or so he says,’ she reminded him. ‘And I looked into him, too, and he’s only six months old. The two of you, there isn’t a paper, not a line of credit, a history of any kind that goes back even a year.’
‘I’ve been out of the country,’ Parker said.
‘You’ve been off the planet,’ she told him. ‘Listen, do we have to stand here in the parking lot? If you won’t buy me a drink, I’ll buy you one.’
He said, ‘Where do you live?’
‘Me?’ She seemed surprised at the question. ‘With my mother and sister,’ she said, ‘over in West Palm.’
He didn’t want a drink with her in a hotel bar, because it was seeming as though she might have to die tonight, and he didn’t want to have been seen with her just before. But visiting the mother and the sister in West Palm was also no good, and taking her to his room at the Breakers would be worst of all.
On the other hand, hadshe talked to people about this strange new man? Had she left a note somewhere? He said, ‘Let’s go to your office.’
That surprised her. ‘What for?’
‘You have keys, you can get in. We’ll have the talk you want to have, and we won’t be interrupted.’
‘I really do want a drink, you know.’
‘Later.’
