Cat in a Topaz Tango

Wolverine Dreams

Molina walked Buchanan into the hall, slammed him against the wall, and told him to “Stay.”

In the living room, Morrie Alch was waiting with Temple Barr, who’d been disappointed not to sit in on the interrogation. Did that woman have any boundaries? Probably not, which was why she was just the girl for this undercover job.

Molina spoke first. “I’m getting the germ of an idea to go undercover and track Mariah down, but nobody is going to like it, including me.

“Alch, I want your mouth shut on everything for now. Tell command I’ve had a relapse. Pneumonia, but I refuse to go to a hospital. The Iron Maiden strikes again. Infectious. Home nursing care.”

“Can’t I help besides a cover story?”

“You’ve done enough. Keep it shut and I’ll be forever grateful, if maybe not useful to your career.”

“Barr.” She eyed Temple as sternly as an underling, and sighed. “You’ll be doing your Zoe Floozy Ozone routine. Get your gear and act together. I’ll be at your Circle Ritz place in about four hours and I won’t be in a good mood. We may have to drive all over that audition map on the weasel’s Web site, L.A., Albuquerque, Flagstaff, so take a week’s worth of stuff along, including your cell phone, laptop, and Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, black wig. And the usual chutzpah.”

“That’s it? That’s all I know?”

“You’ll be briefed plenty en route.”

“What about him?” Alch nodded down the hall to the self-absorbed Buchanan, who was repeatedly roughening his gelled hair so it stood up in porcupine spikes. He looked like a spiny sea urchin rather than a cool dude.

“Let him go,” she told Alch, “with the notion that he’s under twenty-four-hour observation and needs to be available on an instant’s notice, which he will be and does.”

“All right, but Lieutenant.” Alch eyed Temple uneasily. “What about . . . DL?”

For a moment Molina managed to look utterly blank. As if Temple Barr wouldn’t guess Alch was referring to Dirty Larry. Then she got decisive.

“For now, tell DL I’m on compassionate leave and I’ll be in touch.”

“But, Carmen!”

She stared him down.

“Right, boss. And someone’s been holding on the landline for you. Wouldn’t hang up.

“I don’t need ‘someone’ distracting me right now.”

Alch shrugged. “You never know. He sounded pretty intense. Might have seen Mariah.”

Molina sighed theatrically, winced at what such a deep breath did to her pain threshold, and stomped into the kitchen, Alch trailing her.

She paused to turn that basilisk gaze on Temple.

“Better get going fast. I’ll come by the Circle Ritz sooner than you’d like. You don’t want to forget a false fingernail that Ms. Ozone requires, so you can mentally pack on the drive home. And tell them at the Ritz, including your light of love, Matt Devine, you’re visiting relatives for a few days. We’re going on the road.”