"They're going to get Ronnie Ryder for all he's still worth," Celine said. "Ronnie likes me. I've been bringing him luck. If I don't show, he'll probably want to leave. They may come looking for me, but we've still got a few hours. They won't really push him until he's good and drunk. It usually takes a while."
"Aha," de Gier said. "So we wait?"
She nodded. "Yes. Let's have a bath. Would you care for a drink first? You drank bourbon that night. The night I stripped? When you wouldn't look at me?"
De Gier thought.
"Don't you remember? I did it just for you."
"Sure," de Gier said. "That was very nice. Great party."
"Can I phone for a drink?"
He reached for the phone. "Let me do it. What's the number of this room?"
"Seven."
"Room seven," de Gier said. "A bottle of bourbon, two glasses, and ice."
"Take off your jacket and shirt," Celine said. "I love your chest. I saw it once at that judo match at Headquarters. Let me see it again. It'll look more natural when she brings in the drinks."
De Gier obliged.
"The name is Susan," the girl who brought in the drinks said to de Gier. She wore a miniskirt and a clinging T-shirt. "My, don't you have a body! Can I stay? I'm the special tonight. Half-price for the trio."
"No, thanks," de Gier said. "The lady and I are friends. Haven't seen each other for a while. Some other time would be nice."
"Susan might have stayed for free," Celine said. "How foolish of you. She's a hobby whore, likes to wear wet shirts. Didn't you like those long legs? Susan works as a secretary, just conies in one night a week."
"No," de Gier said. "I came for you."
"To knock me out?"
De Gier poured the whiskey. "It'd be better for you if I did."
"But I could be on your side," Celine said. "This place isn't really what I want. The customers are always drunk, they slosh and slobber so."
"Your health," de Gier said. "That's what you get. You're planning to leave?"
"Your health." Celine raised her glass. "Could be."
"Know what you'll do instead?"
"Not yet."
"How's your husband?"
"Unhappy too," Celine said. "He phones. The estate near Marbella is a mess. Some slob owns it. Ten Haaf, dopes up all the time. Guldemeester is the janitor up there, he doesn't like that."
"Does he want to come back?"
"Maybe."
"And you'll be together again?"
"No," Celine said. "It wouldn't work. Come into the bath."
De Gier groaned as he lowered himself into the foam.
"Oh," Celine said. "That's right, Fernandus said you broke your ribs. Do they hurt a lot?"
"Some." de Gier said. "Please. Celine. I can't stay here too long. I'll have to go down in a while. If they knew that you met me here, you might be in worse trouble. If I knock you out. you'll be all right."
She pushed her legs against his. "I'll drown if you knock me out in the bath." She rose from the water, twisting her torso, lifted her long blond hair, allowed it to fall down again. She swayed her hips a little, dipped foam, and covered her breasts. "You like me doing this?"
"Sure," de Gier said. "Your figure is perfect."
She stepped out of the bath and brought his drink. "You trust me now? I could have tried to run away. I won't do that, Til go down with you and do my tricks on Ronnie, make things more spectacular for you. What's this raid? Are you going to make arrests?"
De Gier left the bath too. "We can't," he said.
"So you are suspended. Fernandus and the baron weren't showing off."
"It's not an official raid. We're after the Society's money."
She looked at his clothes lying on the bed, and the pistol, conspicuous on the pale blue shirt. "They let you keep your gun? I've got a gun too." She clipped her pocketbook open and took out a Derringer, pointing it at his chest. "Enough of this now, put up your hands."
De Gier sipped his drink.
She came closer. "This is a. 22 Magnum, no safety. All I have to do is pull the trigger. I've learned to handle this thing, it's very effective."
"Did you remember to load it?"
"Of course."
"You probably forgot," de Gier said. "Give it to me. It's empty, I can see from here." He put out his hand. She dropped the gun and he caught it, broke it open, and watched its two cartridges bounce on the bed. He pushed them back into the chambers, snapped the little pistol back together, and gave it back. "You're right."
Celine laughed. "Fool. There's no way to see if this thing is loaded until you open it."
"Tricked you," de Gier said.
"And you let me have it again? What if I shoot you?"
"You won't."
She sat on the bed. "You really weren't afraid? The girls at Headquarters say that you have no nerves. They all adore you. Is it true that you live alone with your cat and that you read a lot and never get involved?"
"How can I live alone if I live with my cat?"
She dropped the derringer into her bag. "Tell me more about the raid. Who's in on it?"
"Eight of us."
"The commissaris too? Does he want to steal the Society's cash?"
"I don't think he'll keep it," de Gier said. "He's gunning for Fernandus. Some old trouble between the two of them. I haven't quite caught on yet, but it doesn't matter. I'm doing my own thing now."
"But you're with the commissaris?"
"So far," de Gier said, "but I don't think he's with me."
She sat down gingerly on his knee. "Shall we fly away?" Her fingertips gently traced his ribs. "I have such a good fantasy with you. You're an angel, just like the angel here in the hall, and you swoop down and pick me up and then we're off, and we never come down again, your wings take us higher and higher and we waft away until we aren't anywhere anymore."
"That's good?" de Gier asked, softly stroking her hair.
"I wouldn't mind not being anywhere. Would you?"
He pointed at the bottle standing on the edge of the bath. She fetched it and came back. "You don't really care for me much, do you? We could have sex. Would that hurt you?"
"Probably," de Gier said.
She poured whiskey. "If you lay on your back and I was very gentle? It's always so quick here, I need more time. Jane says you're slow."
"You discuss my technique?" de Gier asked. "I thought Constable Jane was shy. She's always shy with me."
"We act a lot," Celine said. "But I do think Jane likes you. So do I. Toine prefers the commissaris. I like him too. Do you know that Toine is with Fernandus now? Isn't that rather a loss? Younger men threaten Toine, but I didn't think she would go for Fernandus. He's all twisted inside."
"The commissaris isn't?"
"Is he?" Celine asked. "You know him best. Guldemeester was always jealous of you. Teacher's pet."
"No,"deGiersaid.
She pushed him onto his back. "Do you mind? I won't touch your ribs. What do you mean, 'no'? You're not teacher's pet?"
"The commissaris isn't twisted," de Gier said. "And if he is, that's up to him. I don't consider myself his student anymore. Ouch."
"Sorry," Celine said. "Okay now? What if I bend back?"
"Better, go ahead."
"Thanks," Celine said when she disengaged herself. "You were very patient. Did you like it too?"
"Didn't you notice?"
"Yes, but it could have been automatic."
"It wasn't," de Gier said. "Shall we go downstairs?"
She dressed. "You don't still think I'll tell on you?"
De Gier had trouble bending down to pull up his pants. Celine helped. "You'd be in a mess if I did," she said. "There are six waiters and the doorman downstairs, all of them fighters, and the manager throws knives. There's the baron too."
"The all-around sportsman," de Gier said. "I could have the lights turned off at the right moment. There must be a main switch, do you know where it is?"
"I'll show you." She nestled into his arm. "Hold me a while."