For a moment I stared after her, disbelieving this ridiculous turn of events ' Then, knowing I was now in very big trouble, I grabbed her leash off the coatrack, and rushed outside myself.
Heidi was squatting in the front yard taking an unexpected midmorning pee. When I came out, her eyes engaged with mine, and a cheerful expression lit up her hairy little face. I crept up on her, but she jumped away just before I could catch her. Then she squatted again, and eyed me cannily. She thought I wanted to play.
'Come here, Heidi, damnit. Come here, goddamnit!'
She peered at me strangely, confused by the displeasure in my voice.
'Here, girl. Here, little girl. I urged and coaxed. She approached me warily, suspicious of my intentions. When she was close enough, I grabbed her by her collar and quickly attached her leash.
Thank God! But when I looked back at the house, I was filled with new despair. The front door was shut. I was now locked out. When I looked down at Heidi, she cocked her head. Oh yes, she was,quite amused.
I was worried. This was a lot worse than leaving the stepladder by the basement window. I'd been lucky with Grace, I'd found out where Kim was living, but now I'd bungled the job.
'Locked out, are you, mister?' Dread ran through me as I turned. A woman, hands on her hips, was observing me from the porch next door. She wore a powder-blue terry-cloth robe, and her unruly hair was streaked with gray.
'I sure am, ma'am,' I said, smiling, trying to make light of the situation.
'Grace is going to kill me for this.'
The woman made a kind of disgusted face, then pushed out her lips.
'I know where she keeps the extra key.'
'You do?'
'Seen her use it. It's in one of them potted plants by the door.'
'Oh, that's great,' I said.
'I was thinking I'd have to call a locksmith.'
'The big pot in the center. One with the ferns, I think.'
Heidi started yapping while I ran my hand through the topsoil around the ferns. Soon my fingers felt something smooth and metallic. I held the key up and turned back to the neighboring house.
'Thank you, ma'am. Awfully grateful for your help.' She stared at me, curious. Is this the point, I wondered, when she asks me who I am?
'Poor little doggie,' she said, shaking her head.
'Cooped up all day long with the windows shut. Doesn't get nearly enough exercise. Not nearly enough.' She stared at me for emphasis, then sniffed and withdrew into her house.
I got Heidi safely stowed away, closed the door, returned the key to its hiding place, and got into my car. Then I hesitated. The neighbor woman would tell Grace about the incident, and as soon as she described me, Grace would know who the intruder was. Then Grace would look for me at the Devora, and then she'd find out my real name.
That was something I couldn't risk, so I decided to take another chance.
I mounted the neighboring porch and rang the bell. The woman appeared.
We spoke through the screen door.
'Sorry to bother you again, ma'am,' I said.
'I sure would appreciate it if you wouldn't tell Grace I locked myself out. '
She shook her head.
'Haven't spoken to the woman in six, seven years-not since she and my husband had the row. So don't worry, mister-I won't be talking to her, not just 'count of this. But I do feel sorry for that little tyke. It's a crime the way she leaves him all alone. Please come back again, if you can, and give the poor little thing a walk.'
'I sure will try,' I promised.
It was only while driving back to the Devora that I considered how one crime can lead to another, how a real criminal might have killed that woman just because she'd seen his face. But I wasn't a real criminal-I was just a guy searching for a girl. And now, thanks to some daring and ingenious housebreaking, I'd found out where that girl was.
My plan was to check out of the Devora, then fly direct to Florida. But first I called my number in New York, and activated my answering machine.
There was a message from the man with the threatening voice.
'How you doing, pigshit?' he asked. Detective Scotto had also called; he wanted me to call him back. But the message that caused me to change my plans was the one from Aaron Greene: 'Call me, boychik. Got your photographer.' I immediately phoned him at his store.
'Yeah, we found him, Geoffrey,' Aaron said.
'Sid Walzer, the Pentax repair man, recognized him from your composite.
His name's Adam Rakoubian. 'Dirty Adam.' Sleazeball, from what I hear.'
'Name sounds Armenian. What's sleazy about him?'
'The way he operates. Approaches young women on the street, teenage, underage-he doesn't care. Claims he's this famous fashion photographer, then lays on the charm. 'Hey, gorgeous!' 'You're beautiful, sweetheart!' 'How 'bout you pose for me, darling?' That jerky line. But funny thing-about fifty percent of the time it actually works. He gets them up to his studio, and once up there they're dogmeat for his lens.'
'What does he do? Rape them?'
'In a way, I guess, it is a kind of rape. He loosens them up, breaks them down, then talks them into taking off their clothes. Has them sign an airtight release, gives them fifteen, twenty bucks, then poses them cutie-pie style, split beaver, like that, claiming he'll get them a Playboy centerfold.'
'Lots of guys promise that.'
'Yeah, but at least they try. He doesn't. He sells the stuff direct to hard-core porn collectors.'
'Charming,' I said.
'Oh, he is, Geoffrey. Scum of your illustrious profession. Sid says he works out of a district studio, somewhere on West Seventeenth. So that's it. Hope it helps. Gotta go now. Come see us when you get back.'
After he hung up I called the airline and booked the next flight back to New York. Then, for a moment, I thought about phoning Scotto. But it was me, not the cops, who'd tracked Rakoubian down. And the matter of why he'd been surreptitiously photographing Kim and me was something I thought I'd do better settling with him myself.
I had a couple of hours to spare before check-in time, so I drove downtown and went into the topless joint. The clients looked the same, the same two girls were dancing on the stage, and Grace, bare to the waist, greeted me with a smile from the bar.
'Well, look who's here. Get you a beer?'
I ordered one for each of us, then told her I was leaving in an hour.
'Something wrong? Thought you were staying a couple days. '
'Some nonsense at the home office,' I said.
'Have to go back and straighten it out.'
'So you thought you'd come by and have a final looksee at my tits?'
'Sure, Grace. And yours are great. But I won't insult you by telling you to waste them on a man.'
'Don't worry, I won't.'
'I know you won't. You're your own woman. Look, I don't know you very well, but it feels like you're a friend. That's why I came-to tell you that, and also to say good-bye.'
She gazed hard at me then, as she had the day before. I wondered if she saw through my hypocrisy. But of course she had no inkling why I wanted to graciously terminate our relationship.
'Well, thanks,' she finally said, 'that's pretty nice. I feel the same myself.' She paused.
'Guess this is it, huh? We probably won't see each other again. I shrugged.
'Good luck, Jim.'
'Luck, Grace.'
Then I stepped back and took a picture of her, standing there topless behind the bar, looking butch and tough and in control, and also maybe a little lost and hurt.
There was some kind of air inversion over New York. The city was covered by haze. It hung so heavy and
