“I’ve worked with him a few times. I can’t say I’ve taken to him. Few people do. He doesn’t put himself out to be amiable. He does things his way and you like it or lump it.”
“You used to bawl me out for doing much the same thing.”
“True. But he does undercover work so he can get away with it more easily.”
“Plus he’s a man so he can get away with it more easily.”
“Will you come off your soapbox?” Manners begged. “I’ve had a tough day.”
“But it’s true. You wouldn’t have put him behind a desk.”
“I wouldn’t dare try. He’s a very hard man. No vices, no weaknesses.”
“Phooey!”
“Well, it’s what they say. He became a bit of a legend. His nickname is Stoneface.”
“That I can believe.”
“Stone face, stone heart. That’s the word on him. It’s impossible to blackmail him, bribe him, flatter him or seduce him...” Manners looked at her curiously. “Unless you know differently?”
Debbie gave a reminiscent smile. “Well, I certainly ruffled his cool. Just how deep it went, I have yet to find out.”
“I hope you haven’t turned him into your enemy.”
Debbie gave a choke of laughter. “I’ve turned him into a reluctant colleague. He wants me to help him snare Lucky Driver.” She related the conversation and Manners whistled.
“I can see what he means, though,” he said thoughtfully. “You could get under Lucky’s skin if any woman could. Mind you, it’s putting your head into the lion’s den. It’s not very gallant of him to shove you in there. Still, Stoneface never did think of anything but the job in hand.”
“At least it shows he regards me as a serious colleague,” Debbie observed.
“Yes...” Manners said slowly.
“Why do you say it like that?”
“Well, he doesn’t like working with women. He says they’re unreliable. I’ve heard him be downright insulting on the subject. You must have really impressed him.”
“Oh, I impressed him all right,” Debbie said. “As cannon fodder.” She spoke crossly, for Jake’s attitude was irritating. She was used to fending men off. What she wasn’t used to was men who looked her beauty up and down and assessed its suitability for a job. His attitude was doubly insulting after what had passed between them in the hotel room. After that, he simply had no right to turn a cool, appraising eye on her. Still, she reflected, she had rather invited that approach.
To her surprise, three days passed before she heard from Jake. During that time the only thing that enlivened her boredom was a small newspaper item reporting that “entrepreneur Elroy Speke” had suffered a burglary at his office. It appeared that Mr. Speke had declined to call the police since he blamed himself for lax security, preferred not to cause trouble, and various other reasons all equally unconvincing. Nonetheless, the story had somehow found its way into the press, together with the information that every single paper in his filing cabinets had been removed, leaving only an empty shell and a note saying that the contents would be destroyed unread.
Debbie read this through carefully, then whistled in unwilling tribute to Jake Garfield.
The following evening she went out with a team she often worked with, trawling the city streets for homeless youngsters who could be taken to a safe place. With her huge, shapeless sweater, her face bare of makeup and her glorious fair hair pulled tightly back, she looked very different than the seductive beauty who’d attacked Jake’s defenses so successfully a few days ago.
Coming home at two in the morning, she went into the darkened flat, and stopped, instantly alert. There was no sound or movement, but all her senses told her that she wasn’t alone. She tensed, ready for action, but then some instinct made her say into the darkness, “I suppose the man who could burgle Elroy Speke so thoroughly would have no trouble with my locks.”
“That’s very good,” said a cool voice.
She snapped on the light and saw Jake sprawled on her sofa. He had three days’ growth of beard and looked as if he hadn’t slept or eaten for at least that time. He rubbed his eyes as if it was an effort to keep them open. “I was expecting to hear from you before this,” she said.
“My time’s been rather taken up. A man I put away escaped from jail, hell-bent on killing me. He’s back behind bars now, but I had to give him all my attention—well, almost all. Here.” He handed her a large brown envelope.
Debbie pulled it open quickly. It contained the compromising pictures of Jane Quinlan, looking fifteen years younger than the woman Debbie knew. There was also a full set of negatives.
“I took everything he had and destroyed all the others,” Jake said with a yawn. “But I thought you’d like to give these back to your client.”
“She’ll be thrilled,” Debbie breathed. “Thank you.” She colored suddenly. “I couldn’t have done it so thoroughly.”
“You underrate yourself. Your, er, talents would have achieved a result in the end.”
“Yes, I could have gotten Jane’s pictures, but I couldn’t have saved all his other victims, the way you have,” Debbie said honestly.
“You’re a fair-minded woman,” Jake said, regarding her. He sighed and added reluctantly, “I guess I can work with you.”
“But you’d much rather not,” Debbie said, goaded by his tone.
“But I’d much rather not,” he agreed.
“You don’t like working with women at all, do you?”
“Whatever gave you that idea?” he demanded sarcastically.
“Chief Manners. I asked him about you.”
“What a coincidence. I asked him about you.”
“According to him, you’re known as Stoneface.”
“He says you’re brave, resourceful and trustworthy—”
“But?” For Jake’s tone clearly contained a “but.”
“But too prone to get some bee in your bonnet and forget everything else. In other words, you’re unreliable, and to me that wipes out all the rest. And, yes, since you’re asking, I’d say the same about any female colleague. I’ve worked with women before and always ended up swearing never, never again. I acted on impulse the other day and I wish I hadn’t. Unfortunately it’s too late to cancel the plan. My superiors are delighted with it, so I’m stuck with it.”
“Stuck with me, you mean?”
“Yes,” he snapped. “I must have been out of my head. You, of all people, with your scatterbrained way of working...”
“You can’t forget one little mistake, can you?” she snapped.
“One little mistake was all right with me but it’ll be one too many with Lucky Driver. He’s a ruthless murderer. Do you know what happened to Liz James?”
“No.”
“Neither do I, and that worries the hell out of me. She’s vanished off the face of the earth. I hope that means she’s gone into hiding but it might mean something more sinister.”
“It makes it the right moment for me to appear in Lucky’s life,” Debbie said thoughtfully. “He’s not only lost his woman, he’s lost face. He needs a new woman on his arm, someone spectacular.”
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