As she made to leave the room to search for her friend, the door opened and Esme flew in.
Darby almost fell into the bureau, shaking with surprise. And relief. “Esme.”
Esme ran into her arms and they held each other for a moment. “Are you ready to hit the big time?”
“What?” Darby pulled back.
Esme’s skin was shiny with sweat, her eyes wide. “I stopped by earlier but couldn’t find you. Where have you been?”
“Talking with Sam. About you.”
She studied Darby’s face. “I see you’ve heard the news. The police screwed me. Royally.”
“Sam showed me the article. You talked about babies being given heroin; did you really see that happen?”
Esme shrugged. “I live in the slum. Of course that’s what I see.”
Darby should never have assumed Esme’s world in any way mirrored her own. She’d seen more foulness in her life so far than Darby probably ever would. She pulled Esme down to sit on the bed. “Why would you work for Kalai in the first place?”
“You saw those louts. I had to; it was part of my job at the club. Buckley knew it; everyone knew it. No surprise there. Why do you think the Flatted Fifth was so popular? Because it was an easy place to score. And I needed cash, in order to get all decked out and make a scene. I couldn’t do it if I looked average. Glamour ain’t cheap.”
“Why did you go to the police?”
Esme flinched. “For you, of course. I figured we’d use the money to get an apartment. Then they fucked me. Quigley swore word wouldn’t get out, but it got leaked to the papers.”
“You named the musicians. You didn’t think the police would go after them?”
“Everyone knows jazz musicians do drugs. No surprise there. And now I have enough dinero that we can hang loose until our careers take off.”
Darby’s heart ached for her friend. There was no way Esme could ever show herself again in New York. “You ruined people’s lives.”
The bravado fell from Esme’s face and she stared blankly at the floor. “Well, I’m sorry for that part. But I got screwed, too. Mrs. Eustis just fired me.”
“You’re in terrible danger. So is Sam.”
“I wonder who you’re more worried about.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m terrified for the both of you.”
“We’ll be fine.” She glanced over at the suitcase. “And I’m glad you’re packed up. I have a cousin with an apartment where we can crash until the coast is clear.”
Leave it to Esme to have a backup plan. But it was too late. “I went to your acting school and they said you’d never enrolled.”
Esme walked to the window, pressed her forehead against the glass. “Those idiots wouldn’t recognize talent if you gave them a roomful of movie stars.”
Darby had taken Esme’s ambition for something solid and positive. A girl who could rise up against all odds and prejudices with her confidence. When in fact she was willing to hurt other people, betray her own friends, in order to get her way. The signs had been there all along, the nagging feeling that Esme wasn’t telling the truth, or perhaps manipulating it.
Yet no matter how awful Esme had behaved, her actions weren’t born of malice. She’d fought tooth and nail, never faltering when insulted by the acting school or abused by stuck-up hotel guests. Esme had stood firmly by Darby’s side since day one. She’d been a good friend and now she was in trouble.
Darby walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. “Sam’s asked me to go away with him.”
Esme spun around. “You can’t. I need you, Darby. We make a good team. I’m sorry for what I did, but you understand why, don’t you? We have to stick together.”
“Keep your voice down.”
“I love you so much.” Her voice cracked. “I can take care of you. Better than Sam. I’ve worked two jobs since I got to New York, and when we needed extra cash, I came up with it.”
“I was in a bind. But that wasn’t right, what you did.”
“It was all for you.”
Darby needed to find somewhere quiet to calm her down and make her understand. If she caused a scene and Mrs. Eustis was called, they’d both be in serious trouble and Darby might miss her meeting with Sam. “Come with me.”
She headed up the back stairs to the sky terrace, and Esme followed with no fuss. A cool wind blew and the stone floor was slick with puddles.
Esme lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the wall, kicking her feet against the balusters. “We’re a team, you and me. It’s not fair for you to run off with Sam. Not after everything I’ve done for you.”
“I appreciate what you’ve done. From the day I arrived here, you looked out for me. But now you’ve put Sam in danger. He has to leave the club, leave his family.”
“Don’t throw it all away for a man.” Esme’s lip curled. “That’s what your mother was worried about, right? That you wouldn’t be able to support yourself and be trapped by a man who was unworthy of you.”
“Mother disowned me, so whatever she wants is no longer an issue. It’s what I want.”
“We can sing together.”
“I’m not interested in a singing career, never have been. That was your dream.”
Esme tossed her cigarette over the side of the building and stood. “You’re making a big mistake. You’ll end up like your mother, dependent on some guy you barely even know.”
The words stung more than they should have. Darby remained silent.
Esme pulled the small knife from the pocket of her dress and walked over, holding it out in the palm of her hand. “Look here. I can protect you. Sam can’t. He went to war and became a cook, too much of a coward to join the fight.”
“Don’t be silly. Put the knife away.”
“I will if you hear me out first, okay?”
“Fine.”
“We hide out at my cousin’s for a couple of weeks until Kalai gets tossed into jail. I’ll help you with your stage fright, with everything. And before you know it, we’ll be famous and living in the Ritz. Or at least a cool place in Greenwich Village.”
Darby took a deep breath and spoke in the most soothing tone she could manage. “It sounds lovely. But it’s not safe. Sam says Kalai’s sons will keep the heroin ring going even if Kalai gets put away.”
“What does Sam know? I know the streets better than him.”
“And on top of that, it’s not what I want for myself. Mother made big plans for me, but she only did it out of guilt. I know you do it because you care about my future, because you love me. And I feel the same about you. But I can’t be told what to do anymore, by anyone. I have to make my own decisions now.”
Esme reached out and touched Darby’s cheek. “We’re a pair, remember? You can’t leave me all alone.”
The misery in her voice pierced Darby’s anger at their predicament. She remembered the gentle way Esme had helped her out of her umbrella dress when she’d been a wreck, how close they’d become. Maybe her father had had a special friend as well, one who hadn’t stuck by him. What if he’d felt the same panic when his world came tumbling down around him?
“Why don’t you come with me and Sam to California? We’ll hide out, explore a brand-new city.”
“What am I going to do in California?”
“We’ll find jobs, work, make money.”
“But all my singing contacts are here. I have auditions lined up for us.”
“You’ve destroyed those contacts by talking to Quigley.”
“I tell you, it’s only temporary. And now I’ve got money. Gobs of it. You won’t have to worry about a thing.”
There was no talking to the girl. She couldn’t see the big picture, was lost in a haze of self-delusion and dreams.
“I’m not willing to risk my life.” Darby’s heart pounded in her chest. “I’m leaving with Sam. I’m sorry, Esme.”
She turned to go, but Esme grabbed her arm. Darby lost her footing on the wet terrace and fell into a shallow puddle, her palms stinging from the impact.
Esme loomed over Darby, her eyes blazing the color of molten caramel. “No. We’re not done talking yet.” She held out a hand to help her stand up, but Darby smacked it away.