“Oh, Jeez. I forgot.” Bennie wiped her eyes and sat straight up, guilted out of her reverie. Bear snoozed curled up against her foot. He hadn’t even complained. The dog was a saint. “I can’t believe I forgot about him.”
“You had a lot on your mind.”
“I have to take him out now.”
“Okay, relax. I’ll make sure you’re okay. Take the phone with you.”
Bennie scrambled to her feet. “You don’t mind?”
“Not at all. This is why I make the big bucks.”
“Wise ass.” She padded back into the living room and slipped into her shoes. Bear followed, realizing what was going on, and began to dance at her feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood. She went to the back of the door where his leash hung on the knob and slid it off, along with the pooper scooper from the entrance hall. “Hold on, David,” she said, putting the phone down while she leashed the excitable dog, since it couldn’t be accomplished with one hand, then retrieved the phone. “I’m back.”
“Okay, come on out.”
“Roger wilco.” Bennie grabbed her keys and left the house. The night was cool, dark, and quiet, and revived her slightly. Even if it hadn’t, Bear would have, by tugging her instantly up the street to his favorite tree, where he squatted like a girl dog. “Cute, huh? I have no idea why he does this.”
“He needs a father, obviously.”
Bennie got a little tingle. Definitely a flirty thing to say. She scanned the street for David but didn’t see him anywhere. “Where are you?”
“I see you.”
“I don’t see you.”
“Damn, I’m good.”
“Gimme a clue. You in disguise? Got the red horns on?”
“Are you two finished yet? Ole Bear seems to be doing a lot of sniffing.”
“He’s stalling. He owes me number two.”
“Thanks for sharing.”
Bennie walked Bear up to the next tree, looking around. No David and no Alice. Only two streetlights illuminated the street at either end, and both were far from her house. The street was bathed in darkness. She heard some shouting in the distance, then a bottle breaking. City noises. Still, it was a little creepy. No one was on the street.
“Don’t worry, I’m here.”
Bennie smiled in the darkness. “How did you know I was worried?”
“I just did.” His voice remained soft and calm, coming out of nowhere. If God talked on the cell, it would sound like this.
“Wait, we have ignition.” Bear did his business, and Bennie reached for her scooper, scooped his poop expertly, and dropped it in the sewer on the way to the house. “I think we’re done.”
“Head home now, keep walking. You’re almost at your next-door neighbor’s house, right?”
“Right.”
“There’s a trash bag there, a white Hefty kitchen bag, just like the kind you use. It looks like new. Do you see it?”
Bennie spotted the white trash bag, catching what little light there was in the dark. “I guess they put out their trash.”
“No, you did. Walk past it.”
“Okay,” Bennie said, mystified. “How do you know what kind of kitchen bags I use?”
“The other night, remember? I noticed. Now go inside your house, get your trash, and come back out with Bear and switch bags.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s trash day. And that white bag has presents for you.”
“Presents?”
“Make the switch quickly. Pretend you forgot something you had to throw out. Can you do that?”
“Watch.” Bennie reached her front door, unlocked it, and went inside, locking the door. Then she went to the kitchen with her puzzled retriever, grabbed her white kitchen bag from under the sink, unlocked the door, and went outside with it to the trash bag. Bear was loving the new game, wagging his tail. “Impressed yet? Bear is.”
“Very.”
“Can I handle a trash bag or what?” She picked up the new trash bag and set the old one down in its place, then hurried back inside with Bear, who began jumping up on her as soon as she locked the door. Whatever was in there, he wanted it. “What’s in this bag, David?”
“Open it.”
Bennie set it down on the coffee table and opened the yellow tape, instantly releasing the truly gourmet smell of oregano and processed meats. She looked inside. Three wrapped hoagies leaked olive oil through their white paper, and they rested on top of loose red apples, huge Jaffa oranges, and a plastic bag of green grapes. There was even a sealed container of cole slaw and a jar of dill pickle chips. “Wow!”
“Dessert’s on the bottom.”
“Really?” She dug deeper to a cellophane pack of Oreos, a bag of Pepperidge Farm chocolate chips, a megasize Snickers bar, a half gallon of milk, and a few cans of Coke. It was Thanksgiving in a bag, and Bennie hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she saw it. “This is amazing! Where did you get all this stuff?”
“The deli, when you were inside St. Amien’s.”
“When did you put it outside?”
“I didn’t, I paid a little kid to do it. I’m taking no chances.”
“This is great!” Bennie felt overwhelmed. It was such a thoughtful thing to do, and somehow so sexy. What do women want? Someone else to go food shopping. “Thank you so much.”
“There’s Milk-Bones for the boy, too. So. You got dinner, and you’re safe inside. Don’t answer the door, not for anything or anybody. If the doorbell rings, call 911 right away. Don’t even worry if it’s a false alarm, call them anyway. Then call me.”
“Where will you be?”
“I’ll stay here awhile, and when I’m sure it’s okay, I’ll go home. I want you to eat well, go to sleep, safe until the morning. Call me when you get up, and we’ll start over.”
Bennie swallowed. So that was it? Okay, of course that was it. Right? They hardly knew each other. What did she think was going to happen? “David, what’s going to happen?”
“You’re going to get through this. We’re going to catch Alice. And it will all be over.”
“And then?”
“I’ll come over and you’ll make me coffee. And I’ll stay. If you want.”
Bennie felt her toes curl. “I think I want. I mean, I definitely want.”
“Hold that thought. And tell me good night.”
“Good night, David,” Bennie said, with more regret than she wanted to admit.
30
Bennie felt refreshed and energized when she got off the elevator on her floor. She’d slept like a baby, she’d eaten a provolone hoagie for breakfast, and she was a little in love with her surveillance, who had ensured her safety all the way into work.
She strode through the reception area in a crisp un-Bennie-like suit of pressed white linen. She’d slicked her blond hair into a neat French twist and she’d even smeared on pink lip gloss and brownish eyeliner. She carried her purse, her briefcase, and a box of Krispy Kremes. She was feeling excellent, especially for a murder target. In life, you have to take the bad with the good.
“What’s up with you, girl?” Marshall asked with a smile, getting up slowly from behind the reception desk, in a bright yellow maternity dress. At her size, it looked roughly like the sun rising at dawn.
“Marshall, are you feeling okay?” she asked, vaguely alarmed. I mean, you’re a planet.
“I’m fine. The doctor says everything is okay, and I should keep coming to work, that the activity is good for me and the baby. Here’s your mail and a hand delivery from Sam.” Marshall handed Bennie a huge stack of messages and mail. “Enough about me, let’s talk about you. What are you so happy about? Are you wearing makeup?”
“It’s my disguise. I’m back in control of my life, Marshall. Ain’t nobody happy if Mama ain’t happy.”
“Huh?”
“You never heard that? I’m fighting back, and finally winning.” Bennie skipped through the phone messages, reading them aloud. “Sam, Julien, reporter, reporter, CoreMed-whoever that is-and DiNunzio, good. What’s new with DiNunzio?”