Elaine’s office was on the fourth floor of a brick commercial on the edge of Old Town, with a nice view of the marina and the crab boats. Her miniscule waiting room was empty, and any receptionist had apparently taken the day off.
She sat alone in her office behind her desk, staring at the surface of that polished mahogany slab. When we entered and she saw Sam, relief flooded her face and she ignored me to hurry around her desk to him.
I thought she was alone, that is: As we entered a fluff ball of fur charged me, bristling. It irked me that the mutt didn’t woof at Sam at all.
“Down, Lola,” Elaine yelled at her protective cur. “Down.”
Lola subsided and retreated to the side of Elaine’s desk; but the little bitch still lay there with her chin on the floor, looking at me from under in trembling indignation.
“Hello, Sam,” Elaine said, taking both his hands in hers and swaying up against him. “It’s been too long.”
“Yeah,” Sam said, looking at the floor without trying to pull his hands free.
Elaine pretended she was just taking note of me. “I’m in trouble here, Markus. I don’t know what to do anymore.” Her damsel in distress act was fairly convincing but it looked like she’d already been playing it on Sam for a while.
She was just as avian as when we’d first met. But meeting her now outside the cage, she reminded me more of a predator bird. Like a shrike with squealing victims spiked up and waiting in her rose thorn larder, or one of those meat-eating kea parrots down New Zealand way: beautiful, and with a sweet song – but no one to turn my back on.
“Yeah, well, let’s see if we can figure things out,” I said. “I had a hunch you weren’t telling the whole truth before, when you said you didn’t know what Karl was up to.”
“No,” she admitted. “I’m sorry for lying like that. But you were in prison, and couldn’t help me right then anyway. I told you Karl was trying to find the man who really killed the Beardsleys. Did you know the killings have never stopped? Did you know people still disappear to this day?”
“I’ve heard as much. I think the Beardsleys were probably one of his earlier sketches; he’s learned not to leave any evidence around. And now it looks like someone’s put him on a more constructive path.”
“Oh, it’s been horrible, Markus, you can’t imagine,” Elaine said. “Someone’s protecting him; he’s being allowed to do this. When I moved here a few years ago, I told myself I could fight the corruption, that I could make a difference in the way things are in Stagger Bay. But when Officer Reese killed Karl, I knew I was in over my head – and I was all alone. I didn’t know you, I didn’t want to involve you, and I wasn’t sure if you could make a difference anyway.”
If Elaine noticed how steamed Sam appeared when she said she was all alone, she didn’t let it bother her. Her words were for my benefit; she’d sold him a long time ago.
“Well, all I can do is try,” I said. “So Reese is the cop who killed Karl?”
“Oh, yes. That’s one of the things I have been able to find out: Reese has killed quite a few people over the years, all of them deemed justified shootings. And for all the people who disappear, the police only go through the motions – their investigations always come to nothing.
“A lot of people here in Stagger Bay don’t like the way things are, but anyone who stands up disappears. There was one group, the Peace Women? They began as anti-war protestors; they’d stand out in front of the County courthouse, all wearing black, holding lit candles. The Peace Women tried speaking out for a while, but they’ve been hit hard. There were about a dozen when they started, now they’re down to half that.
“Markus, I don’t think I was supposed to get your freedom. I’ve stepped on the wrong toes here. Business has dried up almost completely; it’s like I’ve become a leper. Some of my old clients kept coming for a while, but they were afraid, so afraid – I told them all not to come any more. And now, I’m being followed.
“Most of the time I can’t put my finger on it. Sometimes it’s just a feeling. But once in a while I’ll catch the same car tailing me, or see the same men standing outside my office day after day.”
Elaine looked toward the corner of her office: a set of Forzieri suitcases stood neatly arranged as though she was planning a trip, or at least trying to make it appear she was.
“I’m scared, Markus,” she said. And on that one I actually tended to believe her, even though she wasn’t nearly as afraid as she let on to be.
She continued: “Just so you know, Karl put together a lot of evidence. He was getting very close to where you want to be. He had piles of notes, and not just about the Beardsley killings, about other goings on in Stagger Bay as well.
“Karl told me he had something important to talk to you about when you got out; he refused to tell me exactly what. He dropped off the box of evidence he’d been accumulating, about the Driver and everything else he’d discovered. He was dead the next day.”
“Where is it, then? Where’s the evidence he put together?”
“Gone,” she said, with a brittle smile. “Someone broke into my office and took it all.”
“You still got Uncle Karl’s mail though, right?” Sam asked, and Elaine turned toward him as if in surprise. “Karl said there was some letter he was going to share with him. It’s in your top desk drawer.”
“You’re very helpful Sam,” Elaine murmured as she opened the drawer and withdrew an official-looking envelope. “Thank you so much for remembering.” She handed it to me.
“It’s been opened,” I noted. It was from a Special Agent Miller out of the FBI’s San Francisco Headquarters. I folded the letter up and put it in my back pocket.
“Sam,” I said. “This Reese cat? I’ve met him. If he killed Karl, I know you can tell me lots about him.”
“Well, he’s got a cast iron pair, that has to be said,” Sam said, sounding as if he hated to admit it. “He’s the guy the SBPD mainly uses to serve their warrants. He’s kicked in a lot of doors, has Officer Reese. It’s pretty plain he doesn’t like people with sun tans.
“He’s pretty tough. Anyone who took him on would have to be real careful,” Sam said. He gave me a bleak smile when he saw my expression, despite the blood fever momentarily shining from his eyes. “Don’t worry, I can be patient.”
Sam turned to start eyeballing Elaine again. But she was still studying me close, and he got a sulky expression on his face.
“You remind me of Karl a lot,” she told me. “I thought the world of him. Did you know he worked with the homeless here? There’s a ruined lumber treatment plant behind the Mall where a lot of homeless used to camp before the police sliced up their tents and chased them away. Many of them were vets with PTSD. Karl used to go back there to the ruins checking up on them – some of them were so shy and bashful, he could only communicate with them by leaving notes under rocks.”
“That sounds like Karl,” I admitted. He’d been a habitual marshmallow heart, but I’d been the one who always wound up saddled with the strays he regularly brought home.
“Sam,” I said, “I have a favor to ask of you. I want you to stay with Elaine for a while, bird dog her for me. I don’t think Lola here is enough.”
I gave an apologetic glance to Lola, who thumped her tail on the floor at hearing her own name. Sam’s eyes widened at my request but he didn’t appear too displeased at the prospect of hanging around this pretty lawyer.
As for Elaine, she actually blushed as she looked down at her Jimmy Choos. If she noticed I’d ensured Sam would be underfoot 24/7 interfering with whatever schemes she was running, she didn’t seem to mind. Unless Sam was in on it with her?
“I’ll be in touch,” I said as I headed to the door. But I stopped in with my hand on the knob and turned to study Elaine. Maybe she thought all she had to do was say Karl’s name to push my buttons. Buttons were being pushed all right, but not the ones she seemed to be trying for.
“What up?” Sam asked, and I realized I’d just been standing there staring at Elaine.
“Nothing. Like I said, I’ll be in touch.”
I smiled sheepishly at Elaine as if in apology. Her own gaze of cold appraisal faded into an amiable expression as fake as my own.
I left them alone to get as closely re-acquainted as they wanted, and headed down the hall toward the elevator. But behind me I heard her office door open and close, and I turned to watch her forthright approach.
“Is there something you want to ask me?” she demanded. “Anything you want to say?”
“Well, if you insist,” I said. “You were saying you weren’t from around these parts. I was wondering, did you move up here to enjoy Stagger Bay’s scenic beauty? Or were you in a hurry to be away from someone – I mean somewhere else?”
“How is that any of your business? What does it have to do with the price of tea in China?” She didn’t even bother pretending offended innocence, which made me relax a bit.
“Well, it’s just I always find a murky, mysterious past so exciting and romantic in my associates. But if you must, to the chase, then. So, Karl investigates for seven years, you help him for the last few, and y’all never quite get the goods till just before he becomes dead? Hell, when he does the unexpected and finds out the truth despite your interference, are you the one who tells Karl’s killers he has the goods on them?
“Maybe you were using Karl as an unwitting bully stick to run some kind of extortion game on the local hillbilly mafia, and your scam cost my brother his life. And it’s beautiful timing on my release; it’s surely nice for you to have a violent ex-con as a body guard, maybe even as a potential fall guy.
“But I’ve played that role before, haven’t I? And you, you’re so very very frightened here aren’t you?”
“You’re a bastard,” she hissed. “You’re nothing like your brother.”
“I never claimed not to be one. And as for Karl? He could afford to think he was nice sometimes, he always had me. You're right about us being different though: After all, he's dead and I’m still breathing in and out for the time being. Maybe I should be more like him, play patty cake with you and not do dick for seven years.”
“Do you really think we dragged our feet all that time?” she asked, eyes wide. “Do you really think your own brother would let that happen to you? Karl and Sam have always trusted me, and you can too.”
“You’re the one who’s not playing fair here, Elaine,” I said. “You just don’t like having suspicion aimed your own way, but if you take a step back you’ll see my point.
“Of course I’m grateful for you getting me sprung – that buys you payback from me whatever your motives, whatever you’ve got cooking. But that’s my only son’s neck you’re hanging on. I have to have some reason to trust you before I can get comfortable with letting you stay that close to him.”
She grabbed a double handful of my tattered work shirt and pulled me close enough I heard her heart beating in her bird narrow chest; saw her pulse throbbing on the side of her thin neck.
“I won’t let you turn him against me,” she breathed into my ear. And then she let go.