case.â
âYouâll have to be more plain with me.â
âYou havenât said whether youâre interested in helping. For all I know,â he said, âyouâre out to get me, too. Certainly youâve not expressed a great deal of concern for my predicament.â
I sat down and thought it over. Only a week earlier I had been all set up to go nowhere in my own time. It suited me. It wasnât a life to be proud of, but then I had never had that anyway. I couldnât blame Walker for dragging me in. He was only looking after his sister, naturally enough. I could have turned him away, as I had turned everyone else away. But now it looked like Lloyd had been ready to send his man James or some other drub out to drag me in anyway. I was bound to find myself muddied up in it, one way or another. Iâd already made the promise to Walker, and my social calendar was empty of engagements.
Lloyd could see how I was going over it in my mind. âI expect youâll be asking for some cash now,â he piped.
âSure,â I said, shrugging. âThrow me some dough, why donât you?â
CHAPTER 6
In the end I didnât take any money from himâjust as well, considering. From the Old Manâs secretary I got some papers and photos and a letter of passage with an embossed gold seal, which was supposed to get me into any of Lloydâs plants to have a look around. I had never put any faith in paper, but I took the packet anyway.
Evening came along before I could make my way back to my hole-in-the-wall. Since Ray Federle had more or less ruined my haven on the fire landing, I stayed in and spread out the papers from Lloyd on my little table. I guessed that Walkerâs sister had been found well inside the perimeter of the Lloyd plant in Ohio; it wasnât clear if the Lloyd security men in Cleveland had moved the body off the property to the swampy area outside the fence or if that was only a story for the papers. A few photos showed the area of the property where she had been foundâwhat looked like a slag heap or a machinery dump toward the rear of the complex. There were no photos of the body, though, nothing showed blood, and I was glad for it. There wasnât much in the packet of papers I couldnât have scrounged for myself, and there wasnât anything that could make Lloyd look bad. It was just papers. Without an idea how it all went together, no one could use the packet to make any case against Lloyd. He didnât care anything about the women; he just wanted me to stop any more mess from happening.
Of course I was useless as far as this went, even more useless than I had been during my brief time as a police detective. After leaving my motherâs house on Holy Saturday, I had simply shown up at Lloydâs gate. Lloyd could not have known I would ever show up there. How had I even known that he was staying with his son there on the east side? I must have read it somewhere in the paper. Why would I even believe what was printed in the daily rags? Yet every indication was that Lloyd had been waiting for me; he had been thinking of me all along. It was possible, I knew, that Lloyd might have been stringing along any number of palookas over the years, and he had only to wait for the unluckiest to show up at his door when something messy needed to be fixed again. But there was an odd feel to it; why should Walkerâs sister be involved? I had never given a specific word to anyone but Hank Chew.
I was startled by Ray Federleâs sharp rap at my window. I could see his wide-eyed face peering in from the outer stairs, his palms pressed to the glass, a cigarette held to the side between his lips. As I lifted the window to let him in, I realized that it would be possible for anyone to enter my little room this way.
âHiya,â he said.
âYou could use the door.â
âYeah,â he said. âIâm funny sometimes.â He
Clarissa Cartharn
Helen Garner
Ainslie Paton
Sylvia Day
Lois McMaster Bujold
Janice Collins
Ronald Malfi
Jill Williamson
John A. Heldt
Amber Dawn