We reached the open door of the car. “They started it,” I said.
“And you sure as hell finished it.”
“I sure as hell did.”
The interior of the limousine was warm and comfortable, with a very attractive young woman sitting on the other side. A built-in round table was between us and her, and there were plates and covered containers and little cans of Sterno flickering along. The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties, with olive skin, dark brown eyes, and long black hair braided to one side. She had on a short black skirt, black stockings, high-heeled shoes, and a tight yellow ribbed blouse that was quite low-cut.
I settled in as well as I could, stretching out my bum leg. Felix sat next to me, closed the door, and motioned to the woman. “Lewis, I’d like to introduce you to Angela Rossini, an alleged second cousin of mine from the Old Country.”
I leaned over, extended my hand. She smiled wider, took my hand in hers, and said, “Buongiorno, Lewis.”
“Nice to meet you too,” I said.
She released my hand and spoke to Felix. “Mi dispiace, Felix, lui è bello ma ha davvero gli odori!”
“So, what did she just say?” I asked.
Felix patted my good leg. “She thinks you’re cute and that you could use a bath.”
“Tell her thanks for the first part, and apologies for the second. Sponge baths from male attendants tend to just hit the highlights.”
The limousine purred its way out of the jail’s parking lot, and in a few minutes we were covering the same ground I had passed more than a week ago.
I didn’t give it a second glance.
“And who’s driving? Angela’s brother?”
“No, a former associate… and let’s just leave it at that.”
“Fine.”
When we got onto the Interstate, Angela went to work, removing covers and preparing dishes. In a few minutes I had a white linen napkin on my lap, with a large square plate that had beef tenderloin, some sort of crispy potato side dish, and a salad. Glasses of Chianti were also poured, and I ate the best meal I had consumed in a long time as we moved south and then east.
When I was finished, I asked Felix, “So, who’s Angela? For real?”
“For real, she is a second cousin. According to her paperwork and birth certificate, at least.”
“What’s she doing here? Besides serving lunch.”
“She’s an astrophysicist from some college in Rome. Couldn’t find a job, like most of her generation. I got her over here a few days ago, thought she’d be a good companion for you on the ride back. Talk about stars, planets, galaxies. Help pass the time.”
“You know I don’t speak Italian.”
He wiped his lips and hands with his napkin. “Shit, Lewis, do you see ‘stupid’ tattooed on my forehead? She claimed she spoke English when she e-mailed me a few weeks back.”
“Along with a photo?” I asked innocently.
“Never mind that. So here she is… well, what you see is what you get. I told her I didn’t like being lied to like that, and she said if I had to, I should punish her.”
She started collecting our dishes, smiling all the time. I tried hard not to stare at her long legs and her smooth cleavage.
I failed.
“So, are you going to punish her, or what?”
Felix sighed. “I’m struggling with that. She is a second cousin, after all.”
“Maybe she lied about that too.”
He smiled. “Hell, didn’t think of that. Thanks, bud.”
After a few more pleasant smiles, I leaned back in the comfortable seat and asked, “Do you know anything about Diane Woods?”
“Not a thing. How about you?”
“A couple of weeks ago, talked to her partner Kara Miles. Nothing had really changed. Still in a coma. Since then, I didn’t have access to a phone.”
Felix dug into a side pocket, handed over his cell phone. “Go for it.”
I dialed and after four rings, it went straight to voicemail.
Did it two more times.
I handed the phone back. “I’ll try later.”
“Sure,” he said. “So, where do you want to go?”
“Exonia Hospital.”
“Okay.”
Felix helped Angela with some more of the dishes, the two of them speaking to each other in Italian, and once he said something that seemed to anger her, for her face turned red and her voice went up a notch or two. But I checked her eyes, which were saying something else entirely.
When Felix was through, I asked, “Aren’t you going to tell your associate?”
“Tell him what?”
“Tell him where I want to go.”
Felix laughed. “Didn’t have to. I told him from the start that’s where we’d end up.”
“Good call.”
He folded his arms. “Detective Renzi meet up with you?”
“Just before you showed up. I understand he spent some quality time with you as well. Thanks for backing me up.”
“The truth is always a good defense.”
“Who told you that?”
“Oh, I get around.”
With the wonderful meal, wine, and companions, accompanied by the gentle drone of the limousine, I put my head back and quickly fell asleep. Like every other time in the past several days, I saw the same thing before I drifted away: Curt Chesak in his bedroom, me shooting him three times. Meaning to shoot him dead. To kill him. To end his life.
The rational part of my mind had no problem with that. He had done me harm, had done Diane harm, and had killed a college student whose only sin had been working for his father.
That was the rational part.
But deep in my heart and in the marrow of my bones, no matter what I had said to Detective Renzi, there was doubt, there was anguish.
Ultimately, I had not killed Curt Chesak, but the intent was in my actions.
I slept on the drive south, but not particularly well.
When the limousine slowed down as it made an exit onto Route 101, about another half hour before we reached Exonia, I woke up and stretched. Angela handed me two warm and moist towels, which I used to wipe my hands and face. When I was done, she poured small cups of very strong coffee for Felix and myself.
As we sat there, Felix asked, “Did Attorney Drake meet your needs?”
“Met and then some.”
“He has a message for you. Hold on.”
Felix took out an envelope, which he passed over. It was cream-colored, made of heavy stock, and had HALE FOR PRESIDENT in the upper left-hand corner, accompanied by a familiar address. And speaking of familiarity, my name was handwritten with blue ink in the center.
Quite familiar.
Felix and Angela pretended not to look at me. I examined the envelope one more time, reached over, and toggled a switch that lowered the window. I tore the envelope in half, in quarters, and then slipped the scraps out the crack of the window, whereupon the passing windstream snatched them away.
I raised the window back up, and we were all quiet until we reached the Exonia Hospital.
I got out of the limousine and looked back in and asked, “You feel like coming in for a visit?”
Felix laughed. “I admire Detective Woods, I respect Detective Woods, but I don’t particularly have fond feelings for her. You go ahead. I’ll stay here with Angela. We’ll be here as long as it takes.”
“Thanks, and do me a favor. No limo rocking when I come back.”
He reached over, started closing the door. “With this suspension system, you won’t see a damn thing.”
I walked slowly into the main entrance of Exonia Hospital to the near elevator banks, and then I got off at a familiar floor where the ICU was located. I was pretty much ignored as I went past the nurses’ station, didn’t see Kara or a police officer keeping watch outside Diane’s room.