Rune got Richard at home.
This was weird. It was the afternoon. What was he doing home?
She realized that he hadn't told her exactly where he wrote his boring meet-your-CEO scripts.
Rune was on the street, calling from the pay phone. "Hey, how come you're home? I thought you worked for a company. With what's her name? Too-tall Karen?"
He laughed again. "I do mostly freelance. I'm sort of an independent contractor."
"We need to go to Brooklyn. A church on Atlantic Avenue. Can you drive?"
He said, "You're home now?"
"I'm in my office."
"Office?" he asked.
"My exterior office."
"Oh." He laughed. "A pay phone."
"So, can we go?"
"What's going on in Brooklyn?"
She told him about the minister's message, then added, "I just called him-the priest Amanda found.
I sort of told him a white lie."
"Which was?"
"That I'm Robert Kelly's granddaughter."
"That's not a white lie. It's a full-fledged lie. Especially to a man of the cloth. You oughta be ashamed. Anyway, I thought you were going to forget about the money."
"I did. Forgot completely. It was him called me." She persisted. Said that Mr. Kelly'd been living in a home attached to the church until he found an apartment. And that he'd left a suitcase with the minister for safekeeping. He didn't want to carry it around until he was settled. It was-are you listening? He said it was too valuable to him to just carry around the streets of the city."
Another pause.
"It's too crazy," Richard said.
She added, "And get this. I asked him if there was a cemetery nearby-like in the movie Manhattan Is My Beat. See, Dana Mitchell, the cop, buries the money in a new grave. And there is!"
"Is what?"
"A cemetery. Next to the church. Don't you see? Mr. Elliott told Mr. Kelly about the church and Mr. Kelly went there and dug up the money."
"Okay," he said dubiously. Then he asked, "You're at your loft?"
"Will be in five minutes."
He said seductively, "You going to be by yourself?"
"Sandra's there."
"Bummer. Can't you send her out to buy something?"
"How 'bout we go to Brooklyn now. Then we'll think about some privacy."
"I'm on my way."
Rune reached the stop of the stairs in her loft and stopped.
"Stephanie!"
The redhead smiled wanly. She sat in Rune's half of the loft, on a pile of pillows. She was pale-paler than usual-and she wore a scarf that partially covered a bruise on her neck. There was also large bandage on her temple and an eggplant-colored mark on her cheek.
"Ohmygod," Rune blurted out, examining her. "You do bruise, don't you?" She hugged the woman carefully. "You look, well…"
"I look awful. You can say it."
"Not for somebody who got run over by a cab."
"Hey, there's a compliment for you."
There was dense silence for a moment. "I don't know what to say, Steph." Rune was nervous and she did busywork, straightening up clothes. "I got you involved in this whole thing. I almost got you killed. And it was so stupid-we were running from a federal marshal."
"A what?" Stephanie gave a laugh.
"That guy in the subway, the one you hit-I thought he was working for them. But it turned out he was a U.S. marshal. Isn't that radical? Just like the Texas Rangers."
She told Stephanie about Haarte and Emily.
"I heard something about it on the news, in the hospital," Stephanie said. "A shooting at this town house. I never guessed you were involved."
Rune's eyes were excited again. "Oh, oh, and talk about adventures… They want me to be the star witness."
"Isn't that scary?"
"Sure. But I don't care. I want that bitch to go away for a long time. They killed Mr. Kelly. And they tried to kill me-and you too."
"Well, I'm pretty sure there'll be plenty of cops to look out for you."
Rune wandered to the bookcase, replaced some of the books she'd packed to take home. "I called the video store. They told me you quit."
"That Tony," Stephanie said, "what an asshole. I couldn't deal with him-not the way he treated you."
Rune grinned coyly. "So, you want a hundred thousand dollars?"
"What?"
Rune told her about the minister. "Little Red Hen, remember? You believed in me. If there really is any money, you'll get some of it."
Stephanie laughed. "You think there is?"
"I'm not sure. But you know me."
"Optimist," Stephanie supplied.
"You got it. I-"
Plop.
Rune cocked her head. She heard the sound again. A drip. Soft. Plop.
She glanced at where it was coming from-Sandra's side of the apartment.
"You don't really have to give me anything, Rune." "I know I don't have to. But I want to."
Plop, plop.
Damn! Sandra'd spilled her nail polish. There was a big red stain on the floor.
"Jesus, Sandra!"
Rune turned the corner and stopped. There was her roommate in her thick white bra and black panty hose, eyes staring at the apex of the glass ceiling. She lay on her futon. The bullet hole in her chest was a tiny dark dot. The stain wasn't nail polish. It was the blood that was trickling down her arm and onto the floor.
Stephanie stood up and pointed the gun at Rune. She said, "Come on back over here, love. Let's have a little talk."
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
"You're Haarte's partner," Rune whispered.
She nodded. "My name's Lucy Zane," the woman said coldly. "Haarte and I worked together for three years. He was the best partner I ever had. And he's dead. Thanks to you."
"Then who's Emily?"
"Just backup. We use her sometimes for jobs on the East Coast."
Rune, sitting down on the cushions, shaking her head. Everything floating in front of her-a big soup. Richard, the money, Pretty Boy, Emily, and Haarte. Robert Kelly. She felt the slamming of her heart in her chest as the hopelessness arose again. And she lowered her face into her hands. Whispering: "Oh, no, oh, no."
She was too numb for tears. Not even looking up, she said, "But your job at the video store? How'd you get the job?"
"How do you think? I fucked Tony."
"I hope it was disgusting," Rune spat out. "Was. But it didn't last long. A minute or two." "But you were my friend… You helped me get the clothes… Why? Why'd you do that?"
"1 got close to you so we could set you up. Haarte and 1 killed two U.S. marshals in St. Louis. That put a lot of heat on us. And we fucked up the Spinello hit in the Village. So we needed a fall guy. Well, fall girl. You got elected. Almost worked too."
"Too bad the cab had good brakes," Rune said coldly. "We're lucky sometimes. Even people like me." Rune shook with anger and fear. Stephanie continued. "1 heard from Emily. The judge denied her bail request. But she said to say hello. She hopes you and I'd have a nice visit. And I think we will. Now, there's one thing I've got to know. Did you tell the cops or marshals anything about me?"
A click and a grind sounded behind them. Rune's eyes flashed for a second.
Richard.
Stephanie glanced at the sound, then turned back to Rune.
"Tell me," she said. "And I'll let you go." "Bullshit." Rune scrabbled away into the cushions as if they'd protect her from the black gun.
"I'll let you go," the woman said. "I promise."
"I'm the only witness. How can you let me go? You have to kill me." She looked at the clouds outside the loft, the dragons, the giants, the trolls, marching past, miles high, not caring a bit for what was going on down on earth.
The grinding started again. The elevator was coming up.
"You must've told them about me after the accident. Did the marshal I hit in the subway think I was part of Did you tell them my name?"
"It's not real."