“Take it easy,” Joe warned. “You’re listing a bit to

starboard.”

“I’m fine,” Judith snarled. “I didn’t dislocate, I

just . . . twinged.” She stopped by the piano at the far

end of the room. “I can’t believe this. Even if we don’t

get sued, we’re out of business for God knows how

long!”

“Come on, Jude-girl,” Joe urged, “try to relax a little.

It’s not like the place burned down.” He looked at

Dilys, who had her back turned to both Flynns and was

on her cell phone. “An APB has gone out on the mysterious cleaning woman. If there was one,” he added,

lowering his voice.

Dilys clicked off to face Judith and Joe. “Unfortunately,” she said, “the description isn’t very helpful.

Ms. Fleming thought the woman was wearing dark

clothing. The rest of her appearance is quite ordinary.

With all the new apartments and condos on this side of

the hill, there must be a hundred women like that

within three square blocks of here.”

Judith abruptly sat down on the piano bench. “No,”

she said slowly, “there’s only one.”

TWENTY

THERE WAS NO time for Judith to explain. The battalion chief came into the living room to consult

with the Flynns. His main advice was to contact

their insurance agent as soon as possible. Joe

agreed, saying he’d drive up to the top of the hill as

soon as the local office opened at ten.

“What about the damage?” Judith asked in a

plaintive voice. “How bad is it?”

“We’ll let you know as soon as we can,” the chief

said kindly. His name was Ramirez, and he spoke

with a slight Spanish accent.

Judith winced. “You’re sure we have to move out?”

Ramirez nodded. “It may not be for long. It’s the

water damage, mostly. That’s often the case with a

small fire. Only the bedcovers, curtains, and carpet

were destroyed. The rest of the fire merely scorched

the bed itself, the mattress, and one wall. By the

way, who tossed the room?”

Joe and Dilys both stared at Judith. “Um . . .” She

put her hands to her cheeks, which seemed to have

suddenly grown quite warm. “I forgot to mention

that. It must have been the intruder who knocked out

Ms. Best.”

SILVER SCREAM

323

Ramirez frowned. “So that’s what I heard someone

talking about. Where are the police?”

Dilys took a step forward. “I am the police,” she declared. “My backup should be along shortly. The patrol

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