29
I walked Helen back to her brownstone office on West Twelfth. At the door I reached out to shake her hand but she leaned in and kissed my cheek instead. The good doctor had never kissed me before. She was Katrina’s friend and therefore, in some way, always my enemy — or at least in league with my antagonist.
Katrina and I had been on opposing sides for two decades. There had been brief respites; usually when her machinations to find a better life failed and she realized that I was the only one left to help pick up the pieces. This was no trouble because I wasn’t faithful or jealous, and I loved all three children even if only one was mine.
Katrina and I didn’t hate each other. It’s just that our interactions failed to generate love and love was something we both needed.
And so that kiss, from Katrina’s friend and physician, spoke of a new era between my wife’s world and mine. This was not a truce I was looking for.
Not at all.
Crossing Fourteenth Street, I glanced at my phone to see an e-mail from the new and improved Bug.
Seldon Arvinil was fifty-three, a professor of political science at City College, married, with three children, the youngest of which was nine and the eldest nineteen. His wife’s name was Doris Borman-Arvinil. They lived nine and a half blocks from my apartment.
I veered to the east on my stroll up to the Tesla Building because Claudia Burns’s address was on East Twenty-second. That address turned out to be a package-mailing business that also kept private mailboxes.
I smiled at the subterfuge designed just for a guy like me. And when that grin appeared I realized that the fever had departed, at least temporarily. I missed the subtle rewiring of my mental faculties. In some ways it felt as if I was smarter under the influence of the symptoms provided by the infection.
Headed back toward the west, I tried to use my more mundane thinking processes to understand the problems I faced.
Claudia was connected to the mother of the woman who slept with the man who was subsequently shot by the woman Zella who I falsely framed for the heist.
Zella was the only client I ever had who I knew for a fact was innocent of the offense for which she was charged. This being true — how could her boyfriend and his sidetrack girlfriend be implicated in the crime?
There was no answer forthcoming.
I reached my office door on the seventy-second floor without a workable resolution to my problem. I was about to push the buzzer when she called to me.
“Leonid.”
Aura was coming down the hall to the right, from the service elevator no doubt. The man at the front desk, Warren Oh, had probably been asked to call her when I arrived. She took the service elevator and made it to my floor just in time.
At least my detecting skills were good for something.
“Hey, honey,” I said.
I don’t know if anyone else thought that Aura was beautiful. She was certainly good-looking on any scale. But she was unusual because of her Nordic and Togolese heritage. Her skin was the color of darkly burnished gold and her hair was so light brown as to be confused for blond. Her eyes... I still don’t have a color to define them; certainly not brown or blue or green — there was ocher in there and some gray, but that wasn’t all of it.
Aura is taller than I am and solidly built but not heavy.
She walked up to a foot away from me and stopped.
Looking in my eyes, she saw something. For a moment she wondered and then smiled.
“Have the women been after you?” she asked.
“Fallin’ from the sky.”
She laughed quietly and reached out to touch the knuckle of my left hand.
If I hadn’t known that I was still hopelessly in love with her, that touch reminded me. It went all the way down, past where the fever had been.
“I have to go,” she said.
I took in a deep breath and nodded.
When she turned away I resisted the urge to follow her.
I stood in the hallway a full three minutes after she had gone.
Usually Mardi was in competition with the Mona Lisa for subtlety in her humor, but not that day. She took one look at me and broke out into a smile, an actual grin.
“What are you so happy about?” I asked.
“Lots of things.”
“Like what?”
“Well, for one, I can tell by your eyes that the fever is gone.”
“By my eyes? Maybe you should take the back office and I could be out here takin’ the calls.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head with sudden gravitas. “No. I can read things but I can’t translate them.”
I have never in my life heard a more cogent or succinct understanding of true detective work.
“What else makes you happy, Mardi?”
“You’ll see.”
Another surprise.
Twill was sitting at his desk, perusing a dark red hardback book that had no dust cover. He had his feet in an open drawer and his back to the aisle. I stopped behind him. He kept reading and I stood there, waiting.
The standoff didn’t last a whole minute.
He turned toward the aisle, kicking the bottom drawer shut to obtain enough momentum in the office chair.
He had on a wheat-colored silk T-shirt and black skinny jeans. His tennis shoes were dark green and he wore no socks.
“Pops,” he said with a grin.
I stifled my own smile and took the seat next to his desk.
“Son.”
He hadn’t been in the office long, but Twill and I had a rapport from before the days when he could talk. All I had to do was look at him and he perceived the drill.
“Me an Em—” he started.
“Em?”
“Mirabelle Mycroft... Me and her had a pizza with Kent and Luscious McKenzie last night. The Last Ray of Day, the place is called, over on Ninth Ave.
“I sat next to his girl and he was there next to his sister.”
“What was he like?” I asked.
“That’s hard to tell, Pops. I mean, he wasn’t pushy or nuthin’, but he was hard-like. You know, he gave you this look that said Who the fuck do you think you are to be sittin’ here with me? But he smiled and shit, and asked about what I did.
“Luscious was fine. Mixed white and black, with green eyes and hair like Ms. Ullman. She the kinda girl have men jumpin’ outta trees an’ shit.”
“And Kent?”
“We ate through two pizzas and he excused himself to have a cigarette. While he was gone and Em was trying to talk to Luscious—”
“They didn’t get along?” I asked.
“Mirabelle was just nervous. Her brother was too quiet and Luscious said anything come into her head. Anyway... Kent was outside and Em went to the bathroom. That’s when Luscious slipped her card into my hand. It was real slick-like. She was tellin’ me that her moms was from Texas and she was lookin’ me in the eye, and then she give me the card.
“So after we finished Kent took us to this rock-and-roll club down on Varick. The kinda music you like, Pops. Him and Luscious run into some’a their friends, and I say that I’m takin’ Em home.”
“And did you leave her alone like I said?”
“Pretty much.”
“What does that mean?”
“She needed a hug ’cause she was so nervous. And it’s just a quick turn from there to a kiss. And you know you can’t tell how a girl’s gonna kiss you. But I told her that I was on the job and I had to go. She understood, for the most part.
“I left her going into her place and called Luscious.”
“Hold up a second, Junior. I told you that this was just a fact-gathering mission.”
“I know,” he said defensively. “I just called to see what she had in mind. I figured if she said she wanted to get together that I could ask how connected she was to Kent and then maybe get a thing or two about him. You know, I could do most’a that on the phone.