cabinets. Gene had been negative but here was Scott, sharing her positive perspective. This was why she liked the man. ‘How’s the search for the van going, if you can say?’
‘Actually, we’ve got a lead on that and . . . I’ve . . . gotta run.’
Jayne knew Carol had left while she was on the phone, so she went in search of Steelie and found her in the kitchen, washing up cups. She told Steelie about the identification of Patterson.
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‘Or maybe she divorced him and married a new guy.’
Steelie looked at her. ‘You live in a dream world.’
‘You live in a lawyer’s world,’ Jayne retorted lightly.
‘Oh, that reminds me. Did you remember the raffle ticket books?’
‘Damn. I completely forgot.’
‘It’s OK. I did too, until someone from Legal Aid called to remind me that I’d volunteered.’
‘You need them today?’
‘Yeah. The raffle’s tomorrow morning so I have to go straight there—but I don’t have to stay. Can I swing by your place tonight and get them?’
‘Yeah, I’ll be in.’
‘I’ll call when I’m nearby. Should be around eleven.’
‘That late?’
Steelie turned to go. ‘I have that thing with those people. Don’t ask.’
The pinky-white flower heads waved high above the gaura plants as Jayne carefully lifted them out of her truck. Next were the two geums: absolutely shameless doubles in a clear red, swooning in front of anyone who came near, and sure to meet with Marie’s approval. Jayne nestled them in the two terracotta pots she’d bought to replace the ones by her door. She was still debating about whether the damage had been inflicted by possums or raccoons; either had the strength to tip over cacti pots. She made her way up the stairs to her apartment, reached the landing and then stopped.
Three metal washtubs filled with blooming white daisy bushes were arrayed next to her front door. The tubs were different yet complementary sizes, their shine artfully worn off in places. Jayne thought the arrangement was gorgeous, like something from a magazine, and it made her doorway look hip and inviting. She stood back, admiring first them and then her mother, who had to be responsible for this transformation. She’d have to remember to call her after she’d potted the other ridiculous flowers she’d bought, which could now live on the deck. She went inside.
TEN
Jayne had fallen asleep on her sofa but the scraping noise woke her. She sat up, pushing the open book on her lap to the side, and turned to look at the front door. It was too early to be Steelie and it sounded too loud and definitive to be an animal poking around. It sounded like a person was out there and now . . . were they gone? Without a window to look through, she only had a few choices. She could wait for the sound again and try to identify it, look through the peephole, or open the door. The peephole was out. She’d seen a film where someone was shot through the eye doing just that. And she had seen too many people lying dead on autopsy tables after having let their killers in the front door. So she waited to hear the sound again. She almost jumped out of her skin when her cell phone came to life, its vibrations creating a buzzing noise against the coffee table’s glass surface.
‘Hello?’ she half whispered.
‘It’s Steelie . . . are you OK?’
‘I thought I heard a noise.’
‘What kind of noise?’
‘Hang on, I just heard it again. Something on the front landing.’
‘Human or non-human?’
‘Can’t tell. There it is again.’
‘Then keep your door locked. I’m less than a minute from your place.’
Jayne decided to sit on the floor, her back against the bedroom door. This gave her a clear view of the front door but kept her hidden from all the windows. She kept the phone cradled in her lap but didn’t hear the noise again. When the phone vibrated with another incoming call, she didn’t flinch but she still answered quietly.
Steelie sounded confident. ‘It’s me. I’ve looked around down here but don’t see anything. I’m coming up.’
Jayne got up with relief and went to the front door. She opened it just as Steelie exclaimed, ‘Whoa!’ and there was a sound of footsteps thudding down the stairs.
‘Steelie?!’
Her voice came from the bottom of the stairs. ‘Make some noise up there, Jayne. You’ve got a mother possum on your stairs with her baby. And the baby’s big enough to have a name. I’ll wait in the driveway.’
Jayne started clapping her hands and whistling. Then she walked forward until she could see around the corner. The possums were about halfway down the stairs and the larger one was the size of a small dog. She was leading her cub in an unhurried manner down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, Steelie turned on the flashlight she was holding and mimicked airport ground staff guiding a plane into its berth, raking the light across the lawn and away from the driveway. The possums obediently headed off into the darkness.
Steelie trotted up the stairs. ‘That’s probably who you heard.’ She looked down at the silver plant tubs by the front door. ‘And you got off lightly with the mess. At my place, they get in the dirt, then put their paws in the water I leave out for the birds, wash their hands—’
She broke off and sank down into a crouch by the pots, flicking on her flashlight again. ‘Look at this. There’s something in the soil.’
‘Where?’
‘You’re at the wrong angle. Come this side.’
Jayne walked over and they crouched down to look at one of the tubs. Something was glinting in the beam of light. It looked like the top of a metal plant marker.
‘Has that always been there?’ Steelie asked.
‘I’m not sure.’ She hadn’t looked at the daisy bushes closely when she came home but thought she would have noticed the marker. She’d since forgotten to even call Marie to thank her.
‘Mind if I pull it out?’
‘No, go ahead. It’s the sort of thing my mother would do. She’s responsible for these things.’ Jayne stood up and looked at the roofline of the duplex where a telephone wire seemed to be hanging loosely.
Steelie said, ‘It’s only got a series of dots, like Braille.’
Jayne looked sharply at the metal tag in Steelie’s hand. It was a flat rectangle above a sharpened stake, now studded with soil. A series of dots were etched into the soft metal.
‘You think your mother would have brought this by without knocking on your door to say hi? No way, Jayne, not Marie.’
‘She brought the plants without telling me.’ They stood for a moment in silence. ‘Why don’t I call her?’
She stepped inside while Steelie began poking around in the other plant tubs. While Jayne waited for Marie to answer, she took the book of raffle tickets from the kitchen counter and waved them in front of Steelie, who pocketed them with a nod.
Marie answered after five rings.
‘Well, hello darling! To what do I owe this pleasure?’
‘I wanted to thank you for the daisies and the tubs. Sorry I didn’t do it right away.’
‘Daisies?’
‘Yeah, the ones in the metal washtubs.’
‘By your front door?’
‘Yes.’ Jayne was relieved that her mother remembered them.
‘Well, I’m glad someone replaced those cacti, but it wasn’t me, darling.’
