said.
“Not home, either, is it?”
“I’ve only noticed that recently,” he said, and moved toward the kitchen. “Can I offer you something to drink?” He smiled at my raised brow and added, “Coffee, water, tea?”
“Coffee would be great-but before you do that, call Mitch Yeager and tell him that you are sorry to have bothered him and won’t be coming over, that you were trying to impress a girl who dared you to get an interview with him. That you never actually interviewed Harmon and will not be troubling him in any way. That will be the first call. I may have you make a second one to the homicide division of the Las Piernas Police Department, to tell my husband what you’ve done, so that he can tell you whether or not you have just completely fucked up a major investigation.”
“I was trying to help it. I’m not so sure that I shouldn’t still try to help it.”
“Ethan, this is all very noble, but you cannot walk into the police department with Mitch Yeager’s blood on your pen-yes, Hailey told me about that-and tell them that they now have what they need to arrest him for murder. For one thing, that’s not your job. For another, I sincerely doubt it will stand up in court as a legal way for them to obtain evidence. And it is hardly ethical for you to have tried to blackmail Yeager into an interview by lying your ass off, is it?”
“No, but…no, it’s not.” He put his hands up to his face, ran them up through his hair. “I let Hailey get to me. She was-no, never mind, I’m not going to blame her.” He opened his cell phone, used it to look up Yeager’s number, then called from his land line. He hung up. “The line’s busy.”
“We’ll try again in a few minutes. In the meantime-Ethan, I’m so worried about you.”
“Afraid I’ll start drinking again?”
“No-I mean, maybe you will, maybe you won’t. Right now I’m seriously hoping you will live long enough to struggle with your alcoholism. You’ve undoubtedly pissed off a man who arranged for the deaths of more than half a dozen people because he wanted to seek revenge in the cruelest way possible. He was willing to scheme and wait for years to carry out vengeance the first time, but at his current age, I doubt he’ll bother with long-range planning again. I’m hoping he didn’t realize other people heard you talking to him.”
He sat in silence. Then he said, “Maybe if he comes after me, he’d be doing the world a favor.”
“Ethan, if you will just pull your head out of your ass, you’ll see that you’ve got a bright future.”
He laughed. “Okay. I’ll call a halt to the pity party. Thanks.”
“Good. Try Yeager again.”
He called. This time, someone answered. I heard Ethan ask for Yeager, then say, “Oh… Well, listen-will you please tell him that Ethan Shire will not be coming by this evening after all?…That’s right, I called earlier… No, I’m notcoming by… and please tell him that-that I’m very sorry to have bothered him, that I was just making stuff up, and it was all a stupid dare to impress a girl, and I’m sorry. And he can call me later and I’ll explain and apologize for disturbing him. Did you get all that?… Yes, that’s it… Thank you. And sorry about earlier, when I made you bother him… Thanks…Bye.”
He hung up and said, “He couldn’t come to the phone. Do you think that will be enough?”
“To be honest, I’m still worried.”
My cell phone rang. It was Frank. “Collecting strays again?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I suppose you want to tell me that this one is a real doozy, but he’s right there.”
“Yes.”
“That’s okay, they’re all doozies. Bring him over. Especially if that gets you home faster.”
“Thanks. You know, I think your grandmother was the last person to use that word.”
“Doozy? No, I picked that one up from you.”
“Touche,” I said, laughing. “See you soon.”
“Where are you, by the way?”
“Over on Chestnut near Polson.”
“Jesus-”
“We’re leaving just as soon as he can pack an overnight bag. I’ll be home soon. And, Frank-”
“You love me and you want me to hide the booze. I remember what you told me about him. No problem. We won’t make it harder on him than it already is.”
“Thanks.”
He said he’d wait up for us, and we said good-bye.
“Are you allergic to cats or dogs?” I asked Ethan as I put the phone away.
“No, why?”
“I’ve got two big dogs and a cat.” I explained to him that I thought it might be best if we put him up for a while.
“I couldn’t…”
“Sure you could. You’ll be safer, our animals will appreciate the added attention, and I won’t be up all night wondering if Yeager has figured out that you’re listed in the phone book. Stay at least until they have enough on Yeager to arrest him,” I said. “Or until you can find another place to live.”
“I’ve imposed enough on you.”
“The imposition will be if I have to spend another hour or two demonstrating that I am really much more stubborn than you. Go and pack what you’ll need for tonight and tomorrow, and then Frank can come back with you over the weekend.”
He hesitated.
“Are you so attached to this place you can’t bear to leave?”
He looked around the empty room and sighed. “No.”
He stepped into the hallway, which led to a bathroom and bedroom, and opened the hall closet. He pulled a garment bag from it. “You know, I don’t think what I said about Eden Supply bothered Mitch Yeager much.”
“Let’s not bet on it. He had no idea that anyone knew the name of the company or connected it to him until you blurted that out to him. That information wasn’t public yet.”
This had obviously not occurred to him, because his eyes widened in dismay. “Shit!”
“Too late to worry about it now, Ethan. What were you trying to say about Yeager being bothered?”
“Just that it seemed to me that he was more upset by something I lied about completely, you know, trying to get him to think I knew more than I did.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I told him that I had helped you go through some things of O’Connor’s before I got in trouble, and that while you were going through O’Connor’s stuff, I was going through the things that belonged to his murdered sister. I said maybe O’Connor had been too heartbroken to ever look at them, or just didn’t know what he was seeing, but that I had found a few items that belonged to Maureen that might be worth something to somebody. I said I was sure he knew why I thought he’d be interested in them. That was when he agreed to see me.”
“What items?”
“I was bluffing, so I didn’t get specific.”
“The sooner we get out of here, the better. And I hope to God they don’t break into the storage unit.”
While he packed up a few items from the bedroom and bathroom, I told him about our meeting with Betty Bradford.
He glanced around the apartment again, then said, “I think that’s everything.” He patted the front of his suit coat and said, “Oh, I forgot-”
But before I could learn what it was he forgot, the door to the apartment came flying open.
Eric Yeager stood pointing a gun at us, and Ian came in not much behind him, also armed. Eric moved forward, and Ian closed the door.
“Must be my lucky day,” Eric said.
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