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.Contreras talking to Peppy.Picking up the notebooks, I eased my way to the lobby floor.I tucked the stack under one arm, pulled the gun out, flipped the safety off.Turned to face the street.Crouching low, I opened the outer door and slid into the night.No one shot at me.The only person on the street was a moody-looking young man who lived down the block.He didn’t even glance at me as I hurried by him toward Belmont.I didn’t want to take my car—if someone was waiting for me outside the apartment, they might be keeping an eye on my Chevy: let them think I was still hanging around.If someone was waiting.Maybe fear and fatigue were making me jump at fantastic interpretations of light and street sounds.At Belmont I tucked the Smith & Wesson back into my jeans and flagged a cab to Lotty’s apartment.It was only a mile or so away, but I was in no condition to walk that far tonight.I asked the cabby to wait until I knew whether anyone was going to let me in.In the helpful style of today’s drivers, he snarled at me.“You don’t own me.I give you ride, not my service for life.”“Splendid.” I pulled back the five I’d been about to hand him.“Then I’ll pay you after I know whether I’m spending the night here.”He started shouting at me, but I ignored him and opened the passenger door.That prompted him to get physical; he turned full around in the seat and swung at me.I slammed the stack of journals down on his arm with all the force of the pent-up frustrations from the last few days.“Bitch!” he snarled.“You leave.You get from my cab.I don’t need your money.”I slid from the backseat, keeping a wary eye on him until he drove off with a great squealing of rubber.All I needed now was for Lotty to be away at an emergency or sleeping too soundly to hear the bell.But the gods had not ordained me to have a total season of disaster this evening.After a few minutes, while my nervous irritation grew, her voice twanged at me through the intercom.“It’s me, Vic.Can I come up?”She met me at the door to her apartment wrapped in a bright red dressing gown, looking like a little Mandarin with her dark eyes blinking away sleep.“I’m sorry, Lotty—sorry to wake you.I had to go out this evening.When I got home I thought there might be a reception committee waiting for me.”“If you want me to come with you to blaze away at a few muggers, the answer is emphatically no,” she said sardonically.“But I am glad to see you had a little more care for your skin than to go after them by yourself.”I couldn’t respond to her breezy mood.“I want to call the police.And I don’t want to go back over to Racine until they’ve had a chance to check the place out.”“Very good indeed,” Lotty said, amazed.“I begin even to think you might live to be forty.”“Thanks a bunch,” I muttered at her, going to the phone.I didn’t like turning tail, handing my problems over to someone else to solve.But refusing to get help just because Lotty was being sarcastic seemed stupid.Bobby Mallory was home.Like Lotty, he was inclined to taunt me a little over going to him for help, but once he’d absorbed the facts his professional persona took over.He asked me a few crisp questions, then assured me he’d have a squad car there without lights before he left his house.Before hanging up, though, he couldn’t keep from rubbing my nose in it.“You just stay put now, Vicki.I can’t believe you’re letting the police handle police business, but remember—the last thing we want is for you to come bounding up and get in between us and a couple of hoods.”“Right,” I said sourly.“I’ll look at the morning papers to see how things turn out.”The line went dead in my ear.I spent the next hour or so moving restlessly around Lotty’s sitting room.She tried at first to talk me into going to sleep in her spare bed, preparing hot milk with brandy for me, but she finally left me to myself“I need my sleep even if you don’t, Victoria.I’m not going to lecture you on rest after your physical ordeal—if by now you don’t know you should, no words of mine will have any effect.Just remember—your body is an aging organism.It will repair itself more and more slowly as time goes by, and the less help you give it, the less you will be able to rely on it.”I knew by the tone as much as the words that Lotty was truly angry, but I was too fragmented still to make any kind of response.She loves me; she was afraid I would put myself at such risk I would die and abandon her.I understood that; I just couldn’t fix it tonight.It was only when she’d shut her door with an angry snap that I remembered the Chigwell notebooks.Not the time to knock at her bedroom and ask for help in deciphering his medical shorthand.I drank some of the milk and lay down on the daybed with my boots off, but I couldn’t relax.All I could think was that I had run scared from my problems, had turned to the police, and now I was waiting like some good old-fashioned damsel in distress for rescue.It was too much.A little after midnight I pulled my boots back on.Leaving a note on the kitchen table for Lotty, I crept out of the apartment, quietly closing the door behind me.I started walking south, keeping to the main streets, hoping to find a cab.My restless energy held my fatigue at bay; when I got to Belmont I stopped looking for taxis and covered the last half mile at a brisk walk.I’d been imagining the street filled with flashing blue-and-whites and uniformed men racing around.By the time I got home, however, any police activity had disappeared without a trace.I went cautiously into the lobby, crouching a little, hugging the walls out of range of the stairwell.The upper-landing lights were on again.As I climbed the first half flight, going sideways with my back sliding along the wall, Mr.Contreras’s apartment door opened.Peppy bounded out, followed by the old man.When he saw me tears started streaming down his cheeks [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]