They sure don’t like being hauled into the station, Joe thought, watching from beneath the credenza. Well, Lilly doesn’t like much of anything. Mad at the world. And it isn’t only anger-there’s fear in that woman’s eyes, the tomcat thought with interest. Harper sees it. So does Dallas. Does Lilly fear for Cage, lying so close to death? Or is it something more?
“Cage is better,” Lilly was saying stiffly in response to Harper’s question about her brother’s condition. “It’s a wonder, the way that woman shot him-to shoot him in the face like a-”
“If my wife hadn’t shot him,” Max said coldly, “he would very likely have killed her, and might have killed me, too. That woman saved her own life and possibly her aunt’s life, and mine.”
“And since when,” Dallas asked Lilly, “have you grown so concerned about the welfare of your brother? When we talked a few days ago, you said that if he went to jail that was what he deserved.”
“Jail and that terrible shooting are two different fates,” Lilly said pitifully. “The one what the law dictates. The other so unnecessarily gruesome.”
“Is there,” Max said, “a more humane way to stop a killer who has a gun pointed at you and his finger tight on the trigger?”
Dallas looked at Violet. “Do you feel the same, Mrs. Sears?”
Violet looked down at her lap and said nothing, and the cats glanced at each other. Was she silenced by the proximity of her older sister, or by her inability to give an honest answer? If Joe read Violet Jones correctly, she would find happiness only if both Cage and Eddie were to disappear from the face of the earth.
“As soon as Cage is well enough to be released,” Max said, “he’ll be in jail, here, with follow-up medical visits. We asked you to come in today hoping you could help us understand why Cage and Eddie kidnapped Mrs. Harper and Ms. Getz, and why Cage shot Mandell Bennett.” Max’s voice was softer again, quietly friendly.
“Cage is fortunate,” Max said, “that Mandell Bennett is recovering. He could be facing first-degree murder charges.” He studied Lilly. “He seems to think Ms. Getz stole something from your home. Do you have any idea what that might be?”
Lilly pressed her lips together. “I don’t know what Cage ever left in that house worth stealing. I have seen nothing worth the trouble. Those masks he brought from South America, I can’t imagine who would want those. Anyway, they’re right in plain sight for any thief to take. I wish someone would take them.” She fixed cold eyes on Max. “If there was something in the house I don’t know about, it’s surely gone now, or Cage wouldn’t be so upset. Someone took it,” she said accusingly.
Max remained patient, sternly reining himself in. Dulcie put out her paw, wanting to touch him, then hastily drew it back before it might be seen under the credenza. She had longed to comfort Max when he thought Charlie might have been murdered, he’d been so alone and hurting.
The women remained quiet as Max described the indictment and bail processes Cage would face. A flicker of sudden eagerness in Lilly’s eyes, when Max said bail might be denied, made Joe and Dulcie look knowingly at each other. Joe thought, watching the two women, that they were both afraid of Cage’s release.
Joe could understand Violet’s fear. If Cage and Eddie were both out, no matter how unlikely that was, she might think she couldn’t escape from Eddie, that Cage would force her to stay with him. But why would Lilly fear Cage’s freedom?
When the dispatcher buzzed Max, and he picked up, he suddenly became very quiet, listening. Immediately, Dallas made small talk to distract the women, speaking softly, complaining about the excessive heat. He received only terse answers.
At his desk, Max was intently taking notes. Joe, peering up, could see the excitement deep in the chief’s eyes. The tomcat was ready to leap into the bookcase behind Harper to cadge a look at his notes, when Dulcie nipped him on the shoulder, her green-eyed glare saying clearly, Don’t, Joe. Don’t think about it!
She’d told him that he did that too often, leaped into the chief’s bookcase to read over his shoulder, she’d told him more than once that Harper would begin to wonder, and that he should be more restrained. Now, both cats stiffened as Max said, “Thanks, Wilma. I sure will.”
Max hung up, trying to suppress a smile, and sat looking steadily at Lilly and Violet, studying them until Lilly began to fidget. “I think, for the moment, ladies, our conversation is concluded.” He waited, then, “Unless you have something to add.”
Neither woman spoke.
“I can only tell you there is a formidable prison sentence for withholding information or evidence. In this case, one would be facing both state and federal sentences.” Max watched them for a moment more, then he rose, pushing back his chair.
The sisters looked blankly at him, and stood up. Lilly Jones had gone parchment white. Violet looked even more frightened and uncertain than usual. “There is no need for a driver,” Lilly said stiffly. “We prefer to walk home.”
As the Jones sisters departed, Max shoved his notes across the desk to Dallas. “You want to get on the computer, see what you can find? This is a real long shot, but…Wilma thinks Greeley and Cage might have brought in contraband from Central America-it’s all in my notes.” And Max moved quickly away to the dispatcher’s desk, where he talked with Mabel for a moment, then headed out the front door.
From beneath the credenza, Joe looked up at Dallas, wanting to get a look at the notes. Dulcie whispered, so softly no human could hear, “I’m going home. Come on. We can find out quicker from Wilma!” And Dulcie slipped away, down the hall, the tip of her tabby tail flicking, and out the wide glass door, behind Violet.
Joe didn’t follow. Sauntering out from under the credenza, he rubbed against Dallas’s ankles.
Dallas stroked the tomcat absently as he read Harper’s notes. Joe was crouched to leap to the back of his chair when the detective folded the notes, and slid them in his pocket. “Well, tomcat! Maybe we have some teeth in this case, after all.” Giving Joe an absentminded pet, he hurried down the hall to his own office and flicked on the computer. Joe paused, uncertain whether to follow Dallas and get a look at the notes and see what he brought up on the computer. Or whether to beat it over to Wilma’s, where Dulcie would be getting the full story.
But then he thought about Violet and Lilly. Whatever Wilma had told Harper, he’d soon hear it from Dulcie-but whatever those two women talked about while walking home could be lost forever. And quickly he headed for the front door, racing out when a rookie came swinging in. Belting out onto the hot sidewalk, he raced to catch up with the Jones sisters, then padded along behind them, keeping out of sight among the long morning shadows, dodging behind planters and steps, feeling like Columbo without the trench coat.
The women were slow, they had no interest in striding out swiftly, as Wilma or Charlie would do; there was no joy in their steps. It would be hard to live with such a dour pair. Their voices were without inflection, too, featureless, and so low he had to push close on their heels to hear some of their mutters; Lilly was still coldly angry.
“What nerve, Unless you have something to add! What did he mean, withholding evidence?”
Violet turned to look at her older sister. “Do you know what Cage had, Lilly? What was stolen? Do you know what they were talking about? There had to be something, Cage was so angry…”