Dirty Work

54

Stone followed Dino into the suite, gun in hand.

“Hello?” Dino called. “Hotel maintenance. Anybody home?” He walked quickly to the bedroom door, flattened himself against the wall, and nodded to Stone.

Stone pushed the door open with his foot and stepped tentatively into the room. “Hotel maintenance. Anybody there?”

Dino put a foot against his backside and pushed him into the bedroom.

“Just like old times,” Stone said. “First through the door again.”

“You have a lousy memory,” Dino said, following him into the room.

They looked around. Everything seemed perfectly normal.

“Check the closet,” Dino said.

“You think she’s in there? You check it.”

Dino opened the closet door, and the light came on. Inside hung half a dozen outfits. “She travels pretty light, for a woman.”

Stone pointed at the upper shelf, where three wigs rested on plastic forms. “Not every woman travels with that much hair.”

“Okay,” Dino said, “let’s turn it over, but leave everything exactly as it is.”

“What are we looking for?”

“Evidence. I’d love to find the weapon she’s been using.”

“It’s probably tucked into her bra.”

“I’m willing to look there.”

They went to work.

Downstairs in the Café Carlyle, Bobby Short’s performance was drawing to a close. The applause was long and warm.

“Well,” the man next to her at the bar said. “Can I buy you a nightcap?”

“I’m staying here,” she said. “Why don’t you let me buy you one upstairs? There’s a bar in my suite.”

He held out a hand. “I’m Jeff Purdue. You’re on.”

“I’m Darlene King. Right this way.”

They fell in with the crowd leaving the café.

“I take it you’re not a New Yorker?” he said.

“I’m a Texan, sugar.”

“Dallas?”

“Sometimes.”

“What do you do down there?”

“My husband’s in the oil business.”

“You have a husband? I hope he’s in Dallas.”

“He sure is. If I know him, he’s in bed with his secretary right this minute.”

His hand dropped from her waist to her ass. “What you need is a little revenge,” he said.

“Believe me, I know the deep satisfactions of revenge,” she replied.

Stone stopped looking. “That’s it. There’s nothing more.”

“There’s a safe in the closet,” Dino said. “I’ll call the manager. We’ll get it opened.”

“It’s late,” Stone said, looking at his watch. “We don’t want her to walk in on us.”

“I need some evidence.”

“She’s obviously carrying the weapon.”

“We don’t even know this is her suite,” Dino said.

“It’s her suite,” Stone said.

“How do you know?”

“Because when I met her the first time, she was wearing a red wig that’s now on the shelf of her closet.”

Dino looked at his watch. “Let’s get out of here and set up surveillance.”

“Okay.”

They let themselves out of the suite and headed for the elevators.

Marie-Thérèse and her new friend had made their way out of the café crowd and into the lobby. As they rounded a corner, headed for the elevators, she stopped and stepped back. She had just seen Stone Barrington and that police lieutenant step off the elevator into the lobby, and they were wearing workmen’s coveralls.

“Something wrong?” Purdue asked.

“I just remembered what a mess my suite is. Where are you staying?”

“At the Waldorf, five minutes from here in a cab.”

“Why don’t we go there?” she asked.

“Fine with me.”

She led him back past the café and out the Madison Avenue exit, where a couple of cabs waited at the curb. In a moment, they were driving away.

He leaned over and kissed her on the neck, cradling a breast in his hand.

She didn’t react, just looked straight ahead, thinking fast. The cab turned onto Fifth Avenue.

He pinched a nipple hard. “What do I have to do to get your attention?” he asked.

“I’m sorry,” she said, patting him on the knee. “My mind was elsewhere for a moment. What do you do, Jeff?”

“I’m with the State Department, on the U.S. delegation to the United Nations. I spend two weeks a month in New York.”

“How very interesting,” she said, turning toward him with new interest. “So your wife’s back in Washington?”

“She usually comes with me, so she keeps some clothes here. But she had some meetings this week.”

“Well, isn’t that convenient,” she said, kissing him.

He ran his fingers through her hair, and it came away in his hand.

“Well, there’s a surprise,” he said, holding the wig in his hand and looking at her short blond hair.

“I’m just full of surprises, sugar,” she said, running her hand up his thigh.