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“No problem. You gotta watch yourself with these people. You might want your hand checked out, you never know what diseases she might be carrying around.”
“Yeah, thanks, I will.”
He barely understood Nick say “bastard” she had her jaw locked so tight.
“I’m not a bastard. I’ve got a pedigree. Now, what are we going to do with you?”
“Let me leave. I’ll come back, I swear it.”
“Nope. Let it go, Ms. Jones. You’re with me now. Think of me as your own personal bodyguard. Just let it go. Can you do that?”
As he spoke he turned her around to face him. There was a line of freckles across her nose he hadn’t noticed before, quite visible since she was so pale. But what he really saw, and hated, was defeat. She looked crushed, flattened.
He clasped her upper arms and shook her slightly. “Listen to me. I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise.”
“You look so much like him.”
“Yes, I know, but my brother and I were very different people. Very different. Well, not in all things, but in many.”
“Maybe not,” she said. “Maybe not. He promised he wouldn’t let anyone hurt me either.” She bit her lip. “But he’s dead. Please, I wasn’t responsible for his death, was I?”
She stood there, her arms pulled behind her, her wrists handcuffed, tears streaking down her cheeks.
“No,” Dane said. “You weren’t responsible. I do know one thing for certain-Michael’s murder had nothing at all to do with you. Believe it.”
“Oh shit,” Delion said, coming to a dead stop about three feet from them. “I don’t need this.”
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“What size do you wear?”
“I don’t want any new clothes. Listen to me, Agent Carver, I just want to stay the way I am now. I have to, don’t you understand?”
“You’re going to be safer if you look like a reasonably dressed woman rather than a bag lady. This is a very ordinary, inexpensive store, Inspector Bates told me. She said we could get you a couple of things here that look like what everyone else is wearing. Don’t give me any more trouble, Ms. Jones. I’m so tired I could sleep leaning against that taxi sign, and I know all the way to my wing tips that I need your help. Don’t think of it as a favor to the cops. Think of it as a favor to my brother, you know, the man you really liked and admired. I need you to help me catch his killer.”
He knew then that, finally, he’d touched her. He’d made her feel guilty, made her feel beyond selfish if she ran away. She wanted to catch the monster who murdered his brother. Good, whatever worked. It had taken him long enough. Maybe it would help her get over the idea that she was responsible.
What made it even better was that it was only the truth. He did need her.
“All right. Let’s get some inexpensive things, then.”
“And then some better things.”
“I thought you said you were really tired.”
“I am. But I’m staying at a good hotel, the Be
“They’d think you didn’t have much money, that’s for sure.”
Dane didn’t know where it came from, but he smiled.
Thirty minutes later, they walked out of The Rag Bag, a woman’s retread clothes store just off Taylor and Post, not far from the Be
They didn’t get a single look from any of the tourists or staff at the Be
No big surprise. She opted for di
She said, “I look fine, really. No one noticed me at all. I’ll just wear these clothes until you can catch this guy.”
“Oh? And then you’re going to trot back to the shelter? Or maybe panhandle on Union Square?”
“Yes. Whatever.”
“I threw away your homeless clothes.”
She gave him a long, emotionless look. “I wish you hadn’t done that. They were all I had.”
“When this is all over, you’re not going back to a homeless shelter.” He took a bite of his BLT, sat back, looked at her thoughtfully, and said, “No, you weren’t going to do that in any case, were you? You’re pla
She didn’t raise her head, just slowly and steadily ate her way through the pile of french fries on her plate. They were well done, brown and crispy, just the way she liked them.
She said, “You’re right, yes. When this is over, I’m gone. I’m thinking about the Southwest. It’s really warm there during the winter months.”
“At least you’re telling me some of the truth now. Hey, you like french fries.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve had any. They’re wonderful.”
“Michael loved french fries, too, claimed they helped him concentrate better on the football field and made girls think he was wearing a really nice aftershave lotion. Who knows?”
She raised her head. “Do you mind if I use your bathroom now?”
He nodded, took another bite of his sandwich, watched her eat one more fry, sigh, and push the plate away. She looked like she wanted to cry. “They’re so good, but I just don’t have any more room. I didn’t know Father Michael Joseph liked french fries. It never came up.”
“No, it probably wouldn’t have. Do you want to go back to the shelter? Do you have anything there you need?”
“No, thank you. The fact is, if someone does have anything of value, they learn to strap it to their bodies or it’s gone in five minutes.”
“Sort of like car parts in a bad part of town?”
He wondered what she had strapped to her middle. Papers that would tell him who she was? What or who she was ru
He listened to the sound of the shower ru
When she walked out of the bathroom nearly an hour later, Dane nearly dropped his coffee cup. The bag lady was gone. She was scrubbed, her hair clean and blow-dried, and the recycled clothes looked just fine on her.
She looked like a college kid with that fresh face of hers. He hadn’t realized it, but her hair was more blond than brown now that it was clean, but there were lots of different shades, and it was on the curly side. She had it clipped again at the back of her neck. Her eyes, clear and sharp with intelligence, were a mix of gray and green. She was, he saw, quite nice-looking.
“You look fine now,” he said, satisfied that he sounded only mildly pleased. The last thing he needed was for her to fear that he’d jump her. “I’ve got to go back to Homicide. I want you to stay here, in this room. Watch TV, or, if you want, go downstairs and buy some paperbacks, whatever. Just don’t leave the hotel. Okay?”
He gave her fifty bucks even though she just kept shaking her head until he stuffed it in her jeans pocket. He realized then that she hadn’t answered him.