And in the rusty metal chair, the kit slept, curled up tight and so deep under that she was not aware of them.
"What the hell?" Joe said softly.
"Beats me."
"Has she been slipping away to visit Crystal? Why would she do that?"
Crystal's sandals and riding boots were tossed in the corner beside a pair of high heels. Her purse lay on the coffee table among the tangle of clothes, beside a blue folder. Joe reared up to have a look, front paws on the coffee table.
"Sarden Realty," he said softly. The folder bore the familiar tree-in-a-circle logo of the local real estate firm. As he reached a paw to flip it open, the kit woke.
She gazed from one to the other with eyes like yellow moons. "How did you find me?"
"Shhh," Dulcie said. "She'll hear you."
Joe pawed open the folder. He was silent for a few moments, then looked at Dulcie. "It's a sales contract and closing statement. Escrow papers. For this address, Dulcie. Crystal has bought this place."
"Crystal? This dump? Why?"
"The previous owner was Helen Marner," Joe said. "The escrow closed two weeks before Helen was murdered. Crystal paid four hundred and eighty thou, with forty thousand down."
Dulcie looked at him wide-eyed, trying to process this. "What does this mean? Can we get this to Garza? Can you slip the papers out?"
"Oh, right. Crystal finds the papers gone, knows someone's been in here."
"But…"
Creeping toward the bed, Joe studied Crystal for signs of waking. She seemed deep under.
Something wasn't right here. Something was making his fur crawl. He felt as edgy as a mouse in a glass bowl. "Peninsula Escrow," he whispered, leaping onto the table. "Garza can get a copy from them." Standing among Crystal's wrinkled clothes, he looked intently at the kit. "What are you doing here, Kit? What made you come here?"
"I followed a man. He was in Wilma's garden. And then I followed Crystal."
"You're not making sense."
"Yes, I am. A man came in Wilma's garden and looked in the window."
"What man? When was this?" Joe felt his fur going stiff. "What did he look like?" He stared into the shadowed hall that led, apparently, to a bathroom and closet, but saw no one, could scent no other human in the apartment.
"What did he look like, Kit?"
"Muddy eyes. Bent over, like his shoulders wouldn't hold him real straight."
Every hair on Joe's back went rigid.
"When he looked in the window, I dropped off Wilma's desk and hid. When he went away, I followed him."
"I thought you hated that cat door."
"I hate it, but I wanted out. I followed him to where that oak tree grows through the middle of the street and there are pictures of a blue dog in the window and that place where Wilma likes to eat breakfast."
"The Swiss Cafe. Then what?"
"She was standing by the oak tree."
"Crystal?"
"They argued. They got so mad-mad as raccoons fighting over garbage. The man said that someone named Mel owed him money. Crystal said, 'You think I'm stupid? How could he owe you money when you didn't do anyone. You think he pays for nothing?' "
The kit looked from Joe to Dulcie, her round yellow eyes darkening. "What did that mean? How could he do someone? Do what?"
Joe dropped off the coffee table, nudging the kit out of the chair and toward the kitchen. "Did she call the man by name?"
The kit mewed a laugh, then hushed, staring back at Crystal's sleeping form. "She called him 'you stupid bastard.' She said, 'The deal wasn't with you, you dumb Welsh bastard. What makes you think…?' Then he interrupted her."
The three cats leaped to the kitchen counter. "How can you remember all that?" Dulcie said. "How can you repeat all that, word for word?"
"The big cats taught me-the cats I lived with. Well, then the man said, 'Don't be such a bitch. Who do you think did them? They're dead, ain't they?'
"Was he talking about those women? Is that what it means- to make them dead?"
"Yes, Kit," Joe said gently. "What else did they say?"
"She said, 'We'll see about that, you no-good deadbeat,' and she left. Walked away real fast and mad, and I followed her."
"Did Wark see you?" Dulcie said. "Did he know you were there?"
"I stayed way deep in the shadows. I followed her up and up the hill past the shops and saw her come in here. The light came on inside. I found where the screen was loose. I watched her until she went to bed, then I slipped under just like you would. And here I am," she said proudly.
Joe and Dulcie exchanged a look. Dulcie sighed. She wanted to cuff the kit's inquisitive little nose-and wanted to hug her. Across the room, Crystal stirred but didn't wake. Beside the cats, the kitchen window was brightening with dawn.
"Before she turned the light off," the kit said, "the phone rang."
"And?" Joe said impatiently.
"She listened but didn't say anyone's name. She said, 'Of course I met him. What do you think?' Then a pause. Then, 'No. I haven't the faintest. I'm still looking for her, you know that.' She was real angry. She shouted into the phone, 'Oh, right. And let them hang me, too? You think I want to spend the rest of my life in T.I.?'
"What's XL?" said the kit.
"It's a prison," Dulcie said shortly. "Go on, Kit."
"She hung up. And she opened up the phone and took out something. Like a little box. She put it in that drawer and put another like it in the phone. Then she poured a drink of that sharp-smelling stuff, there by the refrigerator. She drank it down and went to bed. And I came inside to see what I could see.
"What was that box?" the kit said. "What was she doing? After she went to bed I curled up in the chair to watch her, but I guess I went to sleep. Then you were here." The kit looked deeply at Dulcie, the tip of her tail twitching. "It's scary."
"What's scary?" Joe said. "Being in here with Crystal? Then why did you go to sleep here?"
She looked bright-eyed at Joe. "It's scary spying on humans. Coming into their den to spy on them."
"Then why did you do it?" Joe growled.
"Because you would have. Because humans do bad things, and you know how to make them stop. Because if you know enough about them, you can make them pay for being bad-like you did before, when that man was killed on Hellhag Hill. I followed her because she's a mean person."
Joe Grey sighed, and hid a grin, and pawed open the drawer beneath the counter.
Two reels of miniature tape lay inside, the kind used in answering machines. They were tucked down among some packages of plastic spoons and forks. Joe picked them up in his teeth and dropped them on the counter.
"Those paper towels behind you, Dulcie. To keep the drool off."
Nipping at the towels, Dulcie managed to pull one free. She was wrapping the tapes, folding the towel with her paw, when Crystal rolled over and pushed back the covers.
Joe glanced back at the escrow papers, then snatched up the package of tapes. Dulcie pushed out the window behind him, nosing the kit along, and they fled down the stairs and underneath.
Crouched in the damp shadows, they heard Crystal moving around in the kitchen above them, heard water running, then the sucking of a coffeemaker. A lone car passed, its tires hissing along the fog-damp street. Above in the apartment, a door slammed; the pipes rumbled as if Crystal was taking a shower.
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 morning Gazette."