Joe dropped the paper packet between his paws.“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“Now,” Dulcie said softly, reaching to pat at the packet of tapes, “one of us will have to phone Garza.”
“Maybe,” Joe said. “Maybe not. I can leave the tapes tucked into the morningGazette.”
“But what about the escrow papers? If she bought the house from Helen and didn’ttellanyone… And if thatwasWark she met last night…” She looked deeply at Joe, her green eyes burning. “What does this all add up to?DidCrystal pay someone to kill the Marners? How does this apartment sale fit in?”
Carefully, Joe Grey washed his front paw.“I guess, if Garza got a phone call from an escrow officer, that wouldn’t be the same as an anonymous call.”
“Except,” Dulcie said, “he’d check it out with the escrow company. When there’s no one there by that name-”
“So I get the name of the escrow officers. I think most of them are women-and you’ve been dying to call Garza. You can ask him to keep it confidential.”
Dulcie purred.“You did very well, Kit. I can’t believe you remembered that long conversation.”
“I told you. The clowder cats. They tried to do magic, but they never could. I learned to say the spells the way they did. But they never worked, never made anything different. I was still cold and hungry.”
Joe Grey licked the kit’s ear. “You’re fine now, Kit. You’re just fine.” And he picked up the packet of tapes and led the ladies away from Crystal’s, through the bright, chill dawn.
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THE GARZA COTTAGE smelled of spaghetti sauce laced with marsala. Beyond the windows, the February sky was dark but clear. A thin sliver of moon shone above the treetops. The ringing of the phone mingled with the chiming of the courthouse clock from down in the village. When Garza answered, Joe Grey was already stretched out along the back of the mantel, his eyes closed, his studied breathing deep and slow, feigning sleep. The time was 7 P.M. He could just hear the crackle of Dulcie’s voice from the other end of the line.
Garza listened.“Peninsula Tide Company?” Then a long pause. Then, “Yes, of course I’m interested. Can you tell me your name?”
He listened again attentively, making notes on a pad. Dulcie’s voice would have, Joe knew, that soft, insinuating tone that so annoyed Max Harper. The name Garza jotted down wasCaroline Jacobs.Joe wondered why Dulcie had chosen that name, from the list of four woman officers he’d given her. Maybe because it had a nice rhythm.
Duplex, Dolores above First. Helen Marner to Crystal Ryder. $480,000. Closed February 9.
“Oh, yes, this is very helpful information. Any information we receive about Helen Marner is of course of departmental interest. Can you get me a copy of the escrow papers?
“I see. Yes, of course I understand. I will simply make an inquiry. If Miss Powers wants to furnish us with a copy, I’ll send a man over.” Garza paused. Joe cocked his head, straining toward that faintest murmur from the other end of the line. Dulcie, at this moment, was most likely stretchedout on Wilma’s desk blotter, taking her ease beside the handset, and feeling smug. These little tips to the law really brought out the ham in his lady. Maybe she should have her own talk show.
“Tell me,” Garza said, “were you responsible for making a delivery to my home this morning?”
Whatever Dulcie’s response, Garza grunted as if unconvinced. “Do you know anything about such a delivery? Whatever you say will be strictly confidential.
“I see. But you do know where I live,” Garza said. “You did have my phone number.”
The premise didn’t necessarily follow, but it was a good try. Joe heard a faint click from the other end.
Garza stared at the phone until the canned recording came on, then hung up. Joe settled back into his relaxed sprawl and shut his eyes, waiting for Garza to play the tapes that the detective had found inside his morningGazette.Garza had unwrapped and examined them and dropped them in his pocket.
And he did not play them now. He rinsed out his coffee cup, slipped on his jacket, and left the house for an appointment.
Joe spent a restless night pacing the cottage. Kate and Hanni were at a play, and Garza had not returned when he grew too impatient to stay inside, and went to hunt, slipping out a loose downstairs window, through the burglar bars. He did not look for Dulcie and the kit; they had promised to stay inside. Keeping to the local gardens, he contented himself with house mice. He ended up at home in time for breakfast.
Slipping in through his cat door, past a tuft of tortoiseshell fur, he stopped in the living room, laughing. The kit had learned very quickly to taunt Clyde.
“Whycan’tI sit on the table? Joe Grey sits on the table! And I don’twantscrambled eggs. We had breakfast. We dined in Jolly’s alley,” the kit said grandly.
“Hush,” said Dulcie. “Let me finish.”
“It’s a really shabby duplex,” Dulcie was saying. “But a lovely location and view. Charlie would love it.”
Clyde said.“Wouldyoulike a scrambledegg,Dulcie?”
“I would,” Dulcie said softly. “The kit ate all the blintzes.”
Joe shouldered into the kitchen, to see the kit, looking hurt, jump onto the table. He watched Clyde pick up Dulcie and set her beside the kit, apparently in the interest of fairness. Leaping up beside Dulcie, Joe stretched out across the open newspaper. Clyde, scowling at him, added two more eggs to the skillet.
“It was Wark that the kit saw,” Dulcie said. “It had to be. And it was Wark Joe saw snooping around the Garza cottage.”
Clyde looked at Joe.“Did Garza catch him?”
Joe flicked a whisker.“None of them saw him; they slept right through, even our big-time detective.”
“You sure it was Wark?”
“I’m not sure. Could have been Baker. But the kit saw Wark talking with Crystal.”
Clyde sighed.“Did the man at the cottage see you, Joe?”
“Of course he didn’t see me.”
Clyde dished up the eggs, setting the cats’ three plates on the table. Having nowhere to put his own plate, he stood at the stove to eat. “If you were looking out the window, those white markings would shine like neon.”
“You think I don’t have sense enough to keep away from the glass? That is so insulting.”
“You think he was looking for Kate?”
“I have no idea. Maybe looking for Kate. Maybe checking on Garza. If he was involved in the murders-”
“He could have been looking for you and Dulcie. You’d better come home where you’re safe.”
“Why would I be safe at home? Wark knows where I live. He was all around this house, if you remember, after Beckwhite was murdered. Looking in the windows-right in my face. Scared the spit out of me.”
“Then you can move in with Wilma. No, you can’t do that. He knows where Dulcie lives.”
Joe said,“Dulcie and the kit can stay with Charlie. Not likely Wark knows about her.”
“And you can stay there, too. You don’t need to be hanging around Garza’s.”
“Where do you think Garza makes his sensitive phone calls and tapes his notes? Kate set that up for me, and you helped her-I’m not tossing that away.”
Clyde just looked at him. That ever-patient, put-upon expression of a defeated human.”
“I’ll keep of sight,” Joe said.
Clyde said,“I’ll talk to Charlie about Dulcie and the kit.”
Joe dropped to the floor.“Even Charlie’s apartment isn’t the safest. There’s only one way out, just the front door, down the stairs and through that little foyer to the street. Wark breaks in, you’re cornered. No back door, no side windows. And that window over the street-you can’t reach anything from there, not a rooftop, not so much as a vine. It’s only one floor down, but all concrete. Splatter a cat like-”
“Hush,” Dulcie said. “It’s a perfect setup. Charlie can fix a way for us to slip out to the roofs-through a vent or something. You know how clever she is. Wark would have to bring a ladder to get up on the roofs. And he can’t jump from roof to roof, or run across a branch, or leap six feet between buildings.”