“No, no!” Renee shouted, jumping to her feet. “That’s not true! That’s not my key!” Her hands flew to the neckline of her dress and she fumbled with the deep folds of cloth.
A group of court security officers banged through the courtroom doors. Most of the gallery was on its feet and headed for the exits, flooding the aisles. “What is going on here?” Judge Thompson demanded, but nobody was listening, least of all me.
“She’s lying, Eve,” I said, playing one off against the other. “She told the cops everything. That’s why they’re here, to arrest you. You stabbed Eileen’s husband to death and you hid the murder weapon in a safety deposit box. Renee wears her key on a necklace, you keep yours on that charm bracelet. I remembered your line from the opinion letter, ‘keys to a treasure chest.’ I confronted Renee and she told me the whole story.”
“No, no, no!” Renee cried. She began to panic and clawed frantically at her dress for the key. Azzic stood hard as bone, watching the scene in grim silence.
“Order! Come to order!” Judge Thompson shouted, slamming his gavel.
“This is ridiculous!” Eve spat out. “I’ll sue you for defamation, for slander!” A sneer crept across her lipsticked mouth. She was too smart to incriminate herself, and I hadn’t expected her to. I knew which one of them had a heart. I turned to Renee.
“Tell her the truth, Renee! Eileen’s husband was your idea, but Mark was all Eve’s. The cops have a statement from Jessie Morgan, from the law clinic.”
“Jessie?” Renee froze on the spot, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. Her hands ceased her frantic motion and her fingers halted at her neck, encircling her own throat. I felt a pang of sympathy but went straight for the jugular. She had killed Mark and she had betrayed me.
“You planted the scissors on me when you went to my apartment, Renee. You called in your chit with Eileen and got her to frame me for the CEO’s murder. You had Eileen kill Bill because he wouldn’t go along with it. Say it now. Tell the truth. This is your chance. You don’t have to keep the secret anymore.”
“No, no, no!” Renee cried out, her face contorted with anguish. She shook her head and began to sob. “It was… Eve’s idea. I didn’t want to kill Mark. He didn’t… do anything. She said she’d tell… about Eileen, what we did. She wanted the firm for herself. The new firm, the money.”
I would have cheered the confession, but a wave of exhaustion washed over me, leaving me trembling. My eyes welled up with tears of relief. It was over.
Suddenly Eve bolted past an astounded jury to the judge’s entrance by the dais. Azzic signaled to the uniformed cops, who chased up the aisle after her. Security guards clambered over the emptying pews to where Renee had slumped, weeping. Judge Thompson banged the gavel in vain.
Azzic fought his way up the aisle and stared at me, his eyes flickering with the tiniest twinge of regret, quickly masked.
I wiped my eyes, self-conscious. “Nice policework, Azzic.”
When I looked up he was gone.
40
I woke up lazily the next morning, savoring the sensation of rest and peace. I tugged the comforter to my chin, taking a leisurely inventory: I was safe in my own bed, Bear snored in her favorite spot at my side, and a lawyer banged around in my kitchen. “Hey, you,” I called out.
“Hey, yourself.”
“Come back to bed.”
“I’m busy.” There was the
“What are you doing?”
“None of your business.”
“When are you coming back?”
“When I’m good and ready.” The tap was turned on, then off.
“But
“Stop being so bossy!”
“I can’t help it, I’m the boss.”
“Are not, partner.”
I smiled. “Are we partners now? I’ll have to think about that.”
“Rosato amp; Wells is fine with me. I know how shy you are.”
In the next instant I heard it. A gurgle I could identify in my sleep. My heart leapt up. I hoped against hope. “The paper towels are-”
“I found them,” he said, and I snuggled under the covers in delicious anticipation. Life was good. A man with this set of skills was hard to find. I doubted I’d look any further. The aroma of his perfect coffee arrived just as he did.
“Lord, are you rude!” Grady said, naked except for his briefs and theSTUDMUFFIN Mug I’d swiped from Homicide when I’d sprung him. My fee to be a nuisance. And now it was full.
“Coffee!” I sat up and reached for it thirstily. The first sip hit my tongue. It was my third orgasm in eight hours.
“Drink fast. We have something important to do.” Grady sat on the bed and grinned at me.
“More important than coffee?”
“Absolutely.”
“What could possibly be more important than coffee?” I was backsliding into Mae West, but Grady only frowned.
“You think I mean sex? No way.” He plucked his pants from the floor and pulled them on. “Drink up and get dressed.”
“What?”
“It’s all arranged. I fixed it while you were asleep.” He searched for his workshirt. “We have somewhere to go.”
“Where?”
“You’ll see,” he said, and even Bear lifted her ears, intrigued.
Ten minutes later, I was locked in one of Hattie’s pungent bear hugs, pressed awkwardly into the royal flush of shiny playing cards that spanned her bosom. “I’m so happy to see you, so happy,” she said. “Thank God, thank God.”
“It’s okay now, it’s all over.” I hugged her back as hard as I could. I’d gotten home too late last night to stop in and I wasn’t up to seeing my mother then anyway. I’d intended to deal with her after a solid night’s sleep, but Grady had made other plans. Without my permission.
“Come in,” Hattie said, then stepped back and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “Come in, both of you. She’s in her room.”
“How is she?”
“You’ll see soon enough.” Hattie closed the apartment door and shot Grady a look so knowing it made me laugh.
“Have you two been conspiring?”
She smiled. “Me and Grady are old friends, by now.”
He nodded. “We grew up not ten miles apart, did you know that, Bennie? Hattie grew up near the Georgia border, and I was born in Murphy, right over the line.”
Hattie tugged at my arm. “We had ourselves a nice long talk on the telephone. Now let’s go see your momma. She’s awake.”
Grady took my other arm. “Come on, Bennie. I want to meet her.”
