She looked at me.
'What do you think?'
'I won't let it destroy you,' I said.
Her smile was sad. 'You think you have that power?'
She was right, but I make dumb declarations like that sometimes. 'So what do you want to do?'
'Find out what really happened that night.'
'Okay.'
'You don't have to help,' she said.
'Have to,' I said, 'especially since you put out last night.'
'That's true.'
'So what's our next step?' I asked.
'I just got off the phone with Karen. I told her it was time she came clean.'
'How did she respond?'
'She didn't argue. We're going to meet in an hour.'
'Do you want me to come?'
She shook her head. 'This time it has to be just the two of us.'
'Okay.'
We sat there and had our coffee and didn't want to move or talk or do anything.
Terese broke the silence. 'One of us should say, 'About last night.' '
'I will leave it to you.'
'It was pretty frigging awesome.'
I smiled. 'Yeah. I knew I should leave it to you.'
She rose. I watched her. She wore only the bathrobe. Ladies, save your frilly lace, your merry widows, your Victoria 's Secret, your Frederick 's of Hollywood, your G-strings, your thongs, your silk stockings, your petticoats and baby dolls. Give me a beautiful woman in a hotel-room terry-cloth robe any day of the week.
'I'm taking a shower,' she said.
'Is that an invitation?'
'No.' 'No.'
'Oh.'
'Not enough time.'
'I can work fast.'
'I know. But when you do, it's not your best work.'
'Ouch.'
She bent down and kissed me gently on the lips. 'Thank you,' she said.
I was about to crack wise-something like 'tell all your friends' or 'sigh, another satisfied customer'-but something in her tone made me pull up. Something in her tone overwhelmed me and made me ache. I squeezed her hand and stayed silent and then I watched her walk away.
21
WIN took one look at me and said, 'You finally got some.'
I was going to argue, but what would be the point? 'Yep.'
'Details, please,' he said.
'A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell.'
He gave me crestfallen. 'But you know I love details.'
'And you know I never tell you any.'
'You used to let me watch. When we were dating Emily in college, you used to let me look in the window.'
'I didn't let you. You just did. And when I fixed the shade, you usually broke it again. You're a pig, you know that?'
'Some would call me an interested friend.'
'But most would call you a pig.'
Win shrugged. 'Love me for all my faults.'
'So where are we?' I asked.
'We're both getting some.'
'Besides that.'
'I had a thought,' Win said.
'I'm listening.'
'Maybe there's a simpler explanation for how the dead girl's blood got to the crime scene. This Save the Angels charity. One of the things it deals with is stem cell research, correct?'
'In some manner, I guess. They're against it, I think.'
'And we know that Rick Collins may have discovered that he has Huntington's disease. Certainly his father had it.'
'Okay.'
'People save their children's umbilical cord blood nowadays-they freeze them or some such thing for future use. They're full of stem cells and the idea is that somewhere down the line those stem cells could save your child's life, or even your own. Perhaps Rick Collins saved his daughter's. When he found out he had Hunting-ton's, he decided that he could use it.'
'Stem cells can't cure Huntington 's.'
'Not yet, no.'
'So you figure he had the frozen cord blood when he was murdered and it, what, thawed out?'
Win shrugged. 'Does that scenario make less sense than Miriam Collins being alive this whole time?'
'And the blond hair?'
'There are lots of blondes in this world. The young woman you saw might just be another.'
I thought about it. 'It still doesn't tell us who killed Rick Collins.'
'True.'
'I still think whatever this is, it started with the car accident ten years ago. We know that Nigel Manderson was lying.'
'We do,' Win agreed.
'And Karen Tower is holding something back.'
'What about this Mario fellow?'
'What about him?'
'Is he holding something back?'
I thought about that. 'Could be. I'm seeing him this morning to go over Rick's work files. I'll take another run at him then.'
'Then we also have the Israelis-maybe Mossad-following you. I called Zorra. She'll check her sources.'
'Good.'
'And lastly, your Parisian confrontation and the mug shot that sent warning bells all the way up the Interpol hierarchy.'
'Your visit with Interpol went well?'
'They asked their questions, I told them my story.'
'One thing I don't get,' I said. 'Why haven't they brought me in yet?'
Win smiled. 'You know why.'
'They're tailing me.'
'Correct answer.'
'You see them?'
'Black car on right corner.'
