THEY WENT UP the steps and inside, showed their IDs to a guard, went up the interior steps and out the back, past the lighted fountain. To the left, on the other side of a long, low, redbrick building, a group of waiters were setting up tables and lighting mosquito-repelling tiki torches. They turned that way, down more stairs, up a sidewalk edged with button-sized red and blue flowers.
A woman in a blue dress and matching shoes, pearls, and carefully coiffed blond hair was supervising the waiters. She saw them, said something to a waiter, then hurried over: 'I'm sorry, this is a private party.'
She had a perfectly sculpted nose, and it was quivering like a rat terrier's.
'We're cops,' Andreno said laconically. He snapped his gum. 'We're… making sure there's no problem tonight.'
'Problem?' She looked from Andreno to Lucas. 'What kind of problem?'
'A woman named Sally, from the FBI, will be here in a couple of minutes,' Lucas said, looking back at the entry building. 'She'll explain it all. We're making a routine security check. We hear one of the cellos could… do something crazy.'
SHE WANTED MORE, her nose quivering even more fiercely as they put her off and wandered past a rectangular bed of red and gold chrysanthemums, past a pool, then through a hedge into the rose garden, strolling with their hands in their pockets, looking at the flowers. 'Rinker'd have to be thinking about climbing a tree,' Lucas said, finally, as they walked out the far side of the rose garden and stopped under a crab-apple tree. There wasn't much contour to the land, but there was some, and the higher ground was to the left, and was covered with trees. 'Ross'll be okay as long as he stays in the rose garden. The feds'll have three teams covering out there. They all rented tuxes, they'll come in one at a time, and once they get out in the dark, you won't be able to see them.'
'You really think something is gonna happen?'
'I think… I don't know. These things get a rhythm. If I were Rinker, and if I were going after Ross, I'd go after him soon. Not because I had to, but because I couldn't stand not doing it. Getting it over with. Being done.'
'But if she's not going after him…'
'Something'll happen. Something to put a period on it. If Ross gets here and he's walking around free as a bird, slapping people on the back, happy-then I'd be inclined to think that Clara's on her way to Paris. But if he's walking around keeping his head down, and his shoulder blades pinched together… it'll be interesting to see.'
OFF TO THE RIGHT, they could see the glass-and-steel Climatron dome, with more pools in front of it. They wandered down that way.
'Can't see much from here-too many bushes,' Andreno said.
'Other side would be better,' Lucas agreed. 'From a shooting point of view.'
They paused next to a pool. A few feet from the corner, two bronze statues, naked dancing women, hung over the water. 'Look at the knockers on that one,' Andreno said.
Lucas had to laugh, because the same thought had trickled through his mind. 'Look at the knockers on both of them.'
They walked. Ambled. Hands in their pockets.
'Rinker's not gonna be here,' Andreno said after a minute or two. 'A: She doesn't know about it. B: He's too protected.'
'She fooled us on Levy, she fooled us on Malone, she fooled us on Dallaglio-she shouldn't have been able to do any of those things. We knew she was smart, but she was a lot smarter than we were ready for,' Lucas said. 'She doesn't miss anything.'
Andreno looked past him. 'There's Sally. And Jesus, there's Mallard-he looks like he was hit by a truck.'
'Man, I just… I think if somebody killed Weather, my fuckin' head would explode,' Lucas said. 'Let's go talk to him.'
'What is it that the feds kept saying? Showtime. '
MALLARD WAS PHYSICALLY shaky, brutally unhappy. 'I'm here for today and tomorrow. The funeral is day after tomorrow.'
'Are you up to speed on what we're doing?' Lucas asked.
'Yes. Sally… sort of turned out to be an executive. I hadn't seen that before.'
Lucas grinned at him, a small wan smile. 'Everybody else did. There wasn't even any discussion-she just took it over.'
'Good for her,' Mallard said. He was wearing a tuxedo, as were the other agents that Lucas could see, and a few men who weren't agents. He and Andreno were wearing sport coats and slacks and loafers. Lucas felt like a radish at a convention of tulips. 'You think she'll show up?'
'I can't figure it,' Lucas said. 'I'm getting the feeling, from what we've seen so far, that she started planning her moves right after she was shot down in Mexico. She's had a couple of months to think about them, and to have her show up and start blazing away-that's out of character.'
'That's what she did last night,' Mallard said.
'But we didn't see it coming last night,' Lucas said. 'The thing about last night-we could only see it later-is that she had a source of information that could feed her the Dallaglios in a hurry, somebody who could actually call her, or who she could call. I actually thought running was a great idea, from the Dallaglios' point of view. Once he was out of sight, she was out of luck. But… she knew where and when he was going. Exactly.'
'Sally told me about the phone idea, the calls to Ross.'
'And here she comes,' Lucas said. Sally was wandering toward them, wearing a tight, deep burgundy dress that started low and ended low-below the collarbones and down to the ankles, slits on the sides. She was carrying a small black purse that Lucas decided must hold her pistol, because she couldn't have gotten a pencil under the dress without it showing. As she came up, Lucas said, 'Nice purse.'
She smiled at him. 'Didn't think I could clean up, did you?'
'I thought you might,' he said. 'We've been talking about Ross, and what the hell's going on here.'
'If she comes in, I think we'll get her. We've got teams moving all through the place.'
Lucas looked away, staring at a pink rose, trying to work through it. They looked at him, waiting, and finally he said, 'I can't nail it down. Can't figure what she'll do next. I've been stymied before, because I didn't know what I needed to know. But I've never felt stupid. She's got me feeling like a moron.'
'We'll see,' Mallard said. He patted Lucas on the shoulder and said, with a wan smile, 'Dumbass.'
MORE PEOPLE WERE arriving, men in tuxedos, women in party dresses. A small pop orchestra set up in front of the brick building that acted as a backstop for the party; a dozen long-haired men and women who started off with an even more orchestrated version of Air Supply's 'Making Love Out of Nothing at All,' as if the original weren't bad enough.
Lucas started away after the first few bars, and Sally said, after him, 'Don't like music?'
'Anytime they start by playing Air Supply, there's a risk they'll move on to the Hooters,' Lucas said.
Sally said, 'My. You listen to rock 'n' roll?'
'It's not rock 'n' roll. It's rock. It's the music I grew up with. Just like you.'
She looked at him, doing a readjustment, and said, 'I guess you always think that people older than you listen to, like, Big Band or something. Jazz.'
'Jesus, Sally, the first music I can remember was the Stones. Mick Jagger was probably in high school when I was born.'
'Yeah, but…' She looked past him. 'The Rosses.'
Lucas moved away more quickly, far out to the edge of the rose garden, watching the Rosses as he moved. John Ross was wearing a European-style notchless tux, black on black. Treena was wearing a cream-colored dress with puffs along the edges that managed to look both expensive and tacky, like a Versace knockoff for 7- Eleven. Ross shook hands with a few people, and seemed to be accepted. If they knew he was a hood, they at least appreciated his support for the performing arts.
Lucas was watching when he saw movement on the roof of the building behind the orchestra. A head. Then a head and a man, with a radio: the red-haired guy, with another man. Lucas lifted a hand to them, and the red- haired guy mimed a rifle. Good.
Andreno came over with a plastic plate full of finger food. 'Better get over to the table. The best stuff goes fast. The pвtй is recommended, with them little round yellow crackers.'
'Give me one of yours,' Lucas said. He tried a little yellow cracker and the pвtй, which was recommended. But he didn't have much of an appetite. The night seemed to be getting warmer rather than cooler, and a large
