tell you that. All he had to do was go in and lay a bet with the guy himself. I'll say he's worked a month on it. Link doesn't stand a chance of getting out of this little web, but for all the time he'll draw for it, it will be worth it.'
I scooped up a couple of the reports and slammed them with my fingers. 'Look at this stuff. Two official reports that give any kind of background on the guy at all and those were turned in while Roberts was the D.A. What was going on in all the years until a month ago?'
Ellen glanced at the reports curiously and took them out of my hand, tapping the rubber-stamped number in the upper right-hand corner with her finger. 'This is a code number, Mike. These reports are part of a series.'
'Where are the rest of them then?'
'Either in the archives or destroyed. I won't say so for certain, but it's more likely that they were discarded. I've been with the department long enough to have seen more than one new office holder make a clean sweep of everything including what was in the files.'
'Damn!'
'I'll check on it the first thing in the morning, Mike. There's a possibility that they're stored away someplace.'
'Nuts on tomorrow morning. There isn't that much time to waste. There has to be another way.
She folded the sheets up carefully, running her nail along the edges. 'I can't think of anything else unless you want to contact Roberts. He might remember something about the man.'
'That's an idea. Where does he live?'
'I don't know... but I can find out.' She looked at me pensively. 'Does it have to be tonight?'
'Tonight.'
I caught up with her before she reached the phone. I put my arms around her and breathed the fragrance that was her hair. 'I'm sorry, Kitten.'
Ellen let her head fall back on my shoulder and looked up at me. 'It's all right, Mike, I understand.'
She had to make three separate calls to locate Roberts' number. It was an address in Flushing and when she had it she handed me the phone to do the calling. It was a toll call, so I put it through the operator and listened to it ring on the other end. When I was about ready to hang up a woman came on and said, 'Hello, this is Mrs. Roberts.'
'Can I speak to Mr. Roberts, please?'
'I'm sorry, but he isn't home right now. Can I take a message?'
Somebody had bottled up all my luck and thrown it down the drain. I said, 'No, but can you tell me when he'll be back?'
'Not until tomorrow sometime. I expect him about noon.'
'Well, thanks. I'll call him then. 'By.'
I tried not to slam the receiver back in its cradle. I tried to sit on myself to keep from exploding and if it hadn't been for Ellen chuckling to herself from the depths of the couch I would have kicked something across the room. I spun around to tell her to shut up, but when a woman looks at you the way she was doing you don't say anything at all. You just stand there and look back because a toast-colored body that is all soft, molded curves and smooth hollows makes a picture to take your breath away, especially when it is framed against the thick texture of white terrycloth.
She laughed again and said, 'You're trapped, Mike.'
I wanted to tell her that I wasn't trapped at all, but there wasn't any room for words in my throat. I walked across the room and stood there staring at her, watching her come up off the couch into my arms to prove that she was real and not just a picture after all.
The cup was full this time, the wine mellow and sweet, and she was writhing in my arms fighting to breathe, yet not wanting me to stop holding her. I heard her say, 'Mike... I'm sorry you're trapped, but I'm glad... glad.' And I kissed her mouth shut again letting the rain slashing against the window pitch the tempo, hearing it rise and rise in a crescendo of fury, shrieking at me because the minutes were things not to be wasted.
It took all I had to shove her away. 'Texas gal, don't make it rough for me. Not now.'
She opened her eyes slowly, her fingers kneading my back. 'I can't even buy you, can I?'
'You know better than that, sugar. Let me finish what I have to do first.'
'If I let you get away you'll never come back, Mike. There are too many others waiting for you. Every week, every month there will be someone new.'
'You know too much.'
'I know I'm a Texas gal who likes a Texas man.'
My grin was a little flat. 'I'm a city boy, kid.'
'An accident of birth. Everything else about you is Texas. Even a woman doesn't come first with you.'
She stretched up on her toes, not far because she didn't have to go far, and kissed me lightly. 'Sometimes Texas men do come back. That's why there are always more Texas men.' She smiled.
'Don't forget to take those files in,' I reminded her. Then there was nothing more to say.
I went back to the rain and the night, looking up just once to see her silhouetted against the window waving to me. She didn't see me, but I waved back to her. She would have liked it if she'd known what I was thinking.
On the way back I stopped off for a drink and a sandwich and tried to think it out. I wanted to be sure of what I was doing before I stuck my neck out. I spent an hour going over the whole thing, tying it into Toady Link and no matter how I looked at it the picture was complete.
