brother had a relationship with your fiancee, so you better get over that, too.”
As if on cue, the door opened, and Tim walked in.
DeBurra jumped back, startled. “Oh, Kavanaugh, it’s you.”
Tim looked from DeBurra to me and back to DeBurra again. “Don’t you think you’ve got enough now? She’s tired. I don’t know how much more you think you’re going to get.”
I wanted to know where he’d been the whole time I’d been in this little room. But at least he was here now, trying to rescue me from the clutches of Inspector Clouseau. I turned a smile on him, but he wasn’t paying attention to me.
DeBurra looked like he was trying to figure out just what to say, how he was going to justify the past three hours. I’d given him everything he wanted in the first hour.
DeBurra licked his lips, then pursed them together as if he were weighing a life-or-death situation. His eyes settled on me in a very unsettling way. Finally, he spoke.
“Your employee Ace van Nes? He’s been dating Charlotte Sampson.”
Even the cops knew. Why was I the last to know?
But he wasn’t waiting for me. He kept going.
“And late today, thirty thousand dollars was deposited in Ace van Nes’s bank account.”
Chapter 38
I couldn’t breathe. Thirty thousand dollars? Ace? He could barely break a thousand on one of those paintings every couple months. And while he made a good living in my shop, he didn’t make that kind of money.
Then I had a flashback. Charlotte was wearing a backpack when she’d jumped off that balcony. She’d been in Trevor’s apartment. Where there was about fifty thousand dollars hidden in Trevor’s boots.
But I hadn’t told DeBurra I’d been there earlier. They didn’t know I knew about the money in the boots.
I’d already been at the station house for three hours. If I suddenly came clean, I was looking at an all- nighter.
But if I didn’t tell them and they found out later that I knew, I’d be in deep crap. DeBurra I could handle, but I wasn’t so sure about Tim.
I sighed. “I was at Trevor McKay’s earlier today.”
They looked at me like I had three heads.
“We know that, Brett,” Tim said softly.
I shook my head. “No, I was there earlier, with Kyle Albrecht. MissTique. He had a key; we went over there to see if Charlotte was there. She wasn’t, but we found money. A lot of money. In Trevor’s boots. In the bedroom.” I paused for a second. “Actually, Kyle found the money. But we left it there. We didn’t take any of it.”
DeBurra looked like he was going to explode.
I waited for it.
He did not disappoint.
“Did you go back there for the money?” he asked, his face just inches from mine. I could smell burger and onions on his breath.
“No.”
“Why did you go back, then?”
I did not go for the money. But Jeff Coleman did. I couldn’t rat him out, though, because he’d helped me, what with lending me his car and not getting too upset-at least outwardly-when the tires got slashed on my watch.
“I wanted to make sure Charlotte hadn’t gone there after we’d left,” I said, hoping he’d believe me. “I’ve been worried about her all day. She could’ve gotten sick in that condo. She wasn’t decontaminated like the rest of us.” I hoped I wasn’t laying it on too thick.
He stood up straight and stepped back, studying my face. I willed myself to stare back even though I wanted to look away, put my head back down on the table, and go to sleep again.
Finally, after what seemed like hours but was just seconds, he nodded. “Okay. But you have to tell me everything about that visit to the apartment.”
Tim nodded at me, urging me to continue.
I sighed. I knew I’d be stuck here if I told. I might as well just suck it up and tell him everything as quickly as I could. Maybe I could go home and get a couple hours sleep at some point.
Since he already knew about Bitsy rescuing me from the hospital-that conversation lasted much longer than I’d liked-I started with Jeff Coleman’s car and going to Chez Tango and meeting up with Kyle. It didn’t take me long to run through what had happened.
When I was done, I hoped that would be the end of it.
Then DeBurra held up his hand.
“Okay, so you borrowed Coleman’s car. Where is it now?”
Oops. Left that part out.
“When I brought Kyle back to the club, I went in to use the phone, and when I came back out, the tires were slashed. So it was towed to a garage.”
“All the tires were slashed?”
I nodded.
“Did you find that unusual?” He was baiting me.
I took it. “Yes. I did find that unusual, Detective.” The sarcasm dripped off my words. “I figured someone didn’t want me poking around.”
“And then when you went back to Trevor McKay’s place, you got shot at. You’d just been there and the tires were slashed. Is there a connection?”
“How should I know? You’re the detective. Is there a connection?” I had stood up and was shaking with anger and exhaustion. I was one breath away from tears. There it was. The one breath. And there were the waterworks.
My whole body heaved with sobs, but I didn’t take my eyes off DeBurra’s face. It unnerved him. He began to shift from foot to foot; his eyes skipped over to the door as if willing someone to save him.
And that’s exactly what Tim did by speaking up at just that very moment.
“I think that’s enough,” he told DeBurra sternly. “I’m taking her home. If you want to ask her more questions in the morning, I can bring her back. But she needs some sleep.” He put his arm around me, which only made me cry harder. I couldn’t stop once I’d started.
Which is why DeBurra let us leave.
I went into the ladies’ room and managed to calm down a little, throwing some cold water on my face and running wet hands through my hair. It was a little spikier that way, slicked back over my ears, which were still naked. I fingered them absently, wondering whether I should leave them that way for a while. No. I’d find replacements in my jewelry box at home.
When I emerged, not feeling totally refreshed but at least no longer sobbing, Tim and I went out to his Jeep in the parking lot without saying anything to each other. I was tired of talking, anyway.
The desert air was still, and it had cooled a bit. If I figured right, it was about eight.
“What about Jeff Coleman? Is he still in there?” I asked, cocking my head toward the building as we climbed into the Jeep.
“DeBurra took his statement and let him go after about an hour.”
“That’s good.”
“I had a little chat with him. You know, Brett, he’s not a bad guy. Why don’t you like him?”
I was glad the sun was going down, so my face was in a shadow. I felt the blush crawl up my neck as I
