"At least that's different." She smiled and walked down the hall, not bothering to take my hat this time. That wild gait was still there, but naked it had a totally new sway. I let her get all the way into the living room before I moved. Then I went in slowly, watching all the corners just to be sure, glad to have been in enough games not to get wiped out at the first charge of the opposition.
She didn't know it, but my hand was hooked over my belt, the palm comfortable against the butt of the .45. Too many times naked women and death walked side by side.
Heidi had thrown back the draperies and stood there in the cold gray light that brought out the tan marks on the flesh, then turned around slowly to face me. "Do I look different, Mike?"
The navel still watched me. Crazy eye. Blind, but crazy and watching. The lashes were extra long.
"Different," I said.
"You did it. You yelled at me. Mike ... you were pretty rough."
"A broad like you shouldn't get hooked on H. There's too much going for you." I picked a cigarette out of my deck and lit it up. "Sorry about yelling at you."
"It wasn't that." She picked up something filmy from the chair and drew it through her hands. "I saw your face when I turned you off. I was lying there all ready and waiting and I turned you off. That never happened to me before. I wanted to get laid and I was right there waiting for you and I turned you off. You yelled. I felt like ... you know what I felt like?"
I nodded. "No retractions, kid."
"Good. We did well, the doctor and I."
"How about Woody Ballinger's goons?"
For a second I thought I had played it wrong, then she kinked her lips in a tiny smile and her eyes lit up again. "I asked around," she said. "You were right, you know."
I reached up and slipped my hat off casually, and held it in front of me. "Will you get dressed?"
I got that grin again. "I asked around about more than Woody Ballinger." Once more I got that provocative, tilt-headed glance. "I didn't think you were so sensitive." Then she sway-walked over to me and held out her hand. "Can I take your hat?"
"Don't be smart-ass," I said. "Just make me a drink."
"They were right." She stepped back and looked at me with feigned wide-eyed amazement. "They were really right."
But she made the drinks, a long cooler for me and a short one for herself, and sat down opposite me in all that colorful nudity and crossed her legs like she was at a tea party in a Pucci dress and let me have the full impact of that little eye in her navel that never blinked and just looked at me with an unrelenting stare.
"Uncomfortable?" she asked flippantly.
But age has its benefits and experience its knowledge. I tossed my hat on the couch and grinned at her. "Nope."
Her smile turned into a mock frown. "Damn, I hate you older men. You have too much control. How do you do it?"
"Science, kitten."
"Impossible."
"See for yourself."
"I do but I don't believe it. How can I turn you on again?"
"By quitting the damn hippie talk and answering some questions."
Heidi raised her glass and tasted it, her eyes on mine. "One favor deserves another."
"Where's Carl and Sammy? And Woody?"
Her glass stopped just short of her mouth. "What?"
"You heard me."
"But ..."
"I told you to pass the word along."
"Mike ... I told them what you said."
"No reaction? No nothing? You aren't the type of broad they pick up at a bar and not one they leave alone. Those damn slobs can buy tail or crook a finger and it'll come running out of their stables for them. You're a class broad and for you they'll give an excuse. They were both on the make the other night and the way they were pushing they wouldn't just bust out of a date. Where are they, Heidi?"
Her fingers were stiff around the glass and she had tucked her lower lip between her teeth, looking at me intently. "Mike ..."
"Sammy ... he ... well, he wanted to see me again and we, well, we sort of made a date, but he called and said it would have to wait."
"Why, honey? Girls don't let a guy off the hook that easily."
"Woody wanted him to ... do something. He couldn't cancel it."
"Has he called again?"
She nodded, glanced at her drink, then put it down. "Today. An hour ago, I guess."
"Where was he?"
"He didn't say. All he told me was that he'd see me tonight. His job would be done then."
"Where'd he call from?"
"I don't know."
"Damn it, think!"
"Mike ..."
"Look," I told her. "Remember back. Was he alone? Quiet?"
"No," she said abruptly. "It was noisy, wherever he was. I could hear the tooting."
"Tooting?"
"Well, it was like two toots, then while we were talking, three toots."
"What the hell is a toot?" I asked her.
"A toot! You never heard a toot? A horn toot. No, it was a whistle toot. Oh, balls, I don't know what was tooting. It just tooted. Two, then three."
"Heidi ..."
"I'm not drunk and I'm not high, damn it, Mike . .."
"Sorry." I let a little grin seep out. How the hell can you get sore at a naked dame four feet away who was so excited she even forgot and uncrossed her legs like she had a dress on. "He say when he was going to see you?"
"Just tonight." She saw the look on my face and frowned too. "If it helps ... he said he'd call me today sometime to let me know when."
"There are a lot of hours in the day, kid."
"Well, I got mad and said I'd be gone all afternoon and if he wanted to call me it had better be before noon."
I looked at my watch. Noon was an hour away. And in an hour anything could happen. "Let's wait," I said.
Heidi grinned and picked up her drink again. The eye in her navel seemed to half close in its own kind of smile and never stopped watching me. She got up with studied ease, little muscles rippling down her thighs, her breasts taut and pointed and came across the few feet that separated us. Very gently she sat down on my lap.
"Hurt?"
"No," I said.
"Ummmm." Heidi finished the drink and tossed the empty glass on the sofa, then turned around, her hand behind my neck. "I really don't want to see Sammy anyway, Mike."
"Do it for me."
"I owe you more than that."
She squirmed and the glass almost fell out of my hand. She was all sleek and sweet smells and the heat from her body emanated in all directions like some wild magnetic force. Her hand found mine and pressed it against her stomach and all the concerted thought I had had for what was happening outside started to drift away like smoke in an updraft and her mouth kept coming closer and closer, the lips rich and red and wet.
But the phone rang, that damn, screaming, monstrous necessity with the insistent voice that demanded to be answered.
I had to push her to her feet, put her hand on the receiver and wait another second until the shock of the change registered sadly in her eyes.
"Get it," I said.
She picked uh the phone, my ear close to hers at the receiver. "Hello?"
The voice was partly hoarse, a muffled voice trying to be heard over some background noise. "Heidi?" Something rumbled and I heard three short faraway sounds and knew it was what she had called toots.
"Hello ... Sammy?" she asked.
Then there was another voice that said, "You crazy!" and the connection was chopped off abruptly.
Heidi let the phone drop back into its cradle, her face puzzled. "It was him."
"Somebody didn't want him making a call," I said.
"I heard those toots again."
"I know. They're blasting warnings around construction sites. Three of them was the all-clear signal."
"Mike ..."
I reached for my hat, feeling the skin tight around my jaws. "He won't be calling back, Heidi. Not right now."