“Sure. Let me ditch these frozen boots, and I'll be right over.”
I hobbled into my apartment, peeled off my outer layers and slipped my numb feet out of the boots. Mrs. Parnell's little calico cat followed me. I bent over to give her a stroke. This was one night it would have been nice to come home to a cozy, warm, well-furnished home with curtains on the windows and food in the fridge. But you can't have it all. Mrs. Parnell's calico was sure glad to see me. I'd given the calico to Mrs. Parnell as a demonstration of gratitude, but due to some outstanding issues, I generally fed the cat and offered her a place to sleep on my bed. She spent her days in my apartment and didn't even seem to hold a grudge after I took her to be fixed.
Five minutes later, I pushed open the door to 1608, and Mrs. Parnell's peach-faced love birds shrieked in alarm. I limped over to the capacious leather lounger and sank into it. Might as well have the best seat in the house. I curled up and rubbed my toes. Mrs. Parnell's apartment is furnished in leather, brushed chrome, glass, serious stereo components and, most recently, state-of-the-art computer equipment. It might not be cosy, but the seats are damned comfortable, and I prefer that to doilies and Royal Doulton.
The birds continued shrieking.
“You'd think they'd get used to the puddy tat after eight months,” I said.
“Lester and Pierre don't mind the cat. Although they find you quite undesirable.”
“Well, they have lots of company.”
She seated herself on her black leather sofa and splashed a healthy dose of Harvey's Bristol Cream into a pair of Waterford crystal sherry glasses. The cat hopped up on the glass coffee table and made herself comfortable on Mrs. P.'s open copy of The War Memoirs of David Lloyd George, Vol. II.
“Here's what the doctor ordered.” Mrs. P. handed me my drink.
“Right. This your largest glass? I think I need to soak my frozen toes in it.”
“Sherry's the best medicine for cold feet. Learned that in the trenches. The radio reported Ralph Benning was on the lam.”
“Yes.”
“Thought so. That why you're such a sour puss?” Mrs. Parnell does not have a long pointed nose for nothing.
“You got it.”
“So what is the report, Ms. MacPhee?”
“Not sure what I could tell you, Mrs. Parnell, that you wouldn't have picked up on the radio.”
“Radio's fine as far as it goes, but it doesn't give you all the background information.” Not enough to keep Mrs. Parnell going. “This Benning, wasn't he the fellow you worked to keep behind bars last spring?”
I nodded. “Unsuccessfully.”
Mrs. Parnell drained her glass with a flourish and refilled it.
I covered mine in time to prevent a serious overflow. She leaned forward. “Still no sign of him?”
“Right.”
“They say the police have deployed a tactical team.”
“They did. Because one of their officers was injured. Much more important than some pesky woman being beat up.”
“You made the same point in your radio interview. You had a spendid sound bite on the five o'clock news. Won't win you any allies on the police force.”
She was right. One of the established ways to ensure the cooperation of agencies is not to trash them as soon as someone thrusts a mike at you. It's one of those life lessons I've never mastered.
“Glorious ineptitude,” Mrs. Parnell wheezed. “Nevertheless, it is a very serious matter. What is going on behind the scenes?”
“They're tight with information in order not to alert Benning. Elaine Ekstein made sure of it. According to my sister's fiancé…”
“Ah yes, the delightful Sgt. Conn McCracken.”
“I believe you described him as a Labrador retriever at one time, Mrs. P. Anyway, I'm told they have a heavy guard on Rina Benning. The police are also watching Lindsay Grace's place.”
“Lindsay Grace? Oh yes, she was your client who testified against him. Smart and beautiful and yet somehow extremely unwise.”
“Which reminds me, may I use your phone? I want to call her, and it's occurred to me Benning could tap into my phone or cell.”
“Paranoia, Ms. MacPhee.”
“Just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get me.”
“Words to live by. Top up your sherry?”
“Thanks, but I need to be ready to head back soon.”
I dialed Lindsay's number and reached Merv.
“She's sleeping again,” Merv whispered. “She heard an unsettling report on the news and she had to take another sedative.”
“Oh, boy.”
“They sure made a big deal about how Benning chased Alvin and Alvin crashed into the PM's gates. They've found a stolen car abandoned in a park, and they think that's the one Benning was driving. They figure he got away on foot. The radio made it sound like no one in town is safe.”
“Not far from the truth.”
“The little lady here has guts though.”
“Don't I know it.” I remembered Lindsay's testimony at Benning's trial. “Cops still in sight?”
“Yeah.”
“Great.” I wished I felt confident a trio of officers would be enough. “I have my cellphone back, so will you call me on it if anything strange happens? Or if you need help?”
“Sure. But I think it's fine. I'm on the alert.”
“I know, but I can hop in a cab and be over in fifteen minutes. Twenty tops, if you want to sleep. Or need a change of scenery.”
“You know what they say, Camilla. You can sleep all you want when you're dead.”
I shivered. “Try not to be dead, Merv.”
“Who was that?” Mrs. Parnell was never one to disguise her interest in the affairs of others.
“Merv. Looks like he's in love again.”
She leaped to her feet. “I approve. Let us make a toast to love!”
“Count me out. I have no desire to encourage love, Mrs. P.”
* * *
Back in my apartment, I snatched the last edible piece of cheddar from the fridge and swallowed it in two bites. I made a phone call to P. J. on general principles. This time I suggested I might have valuable tips for him. Not that I planned to let any information slip. I didn't have a twinge of guilt. He'd have done the same to me. I ditched the rest of the clothes, slipped into my old flannel housecoat and turned on the bath. I tossed in one of the fragrant bath bombs Alexa had given me for Christmas and stroked the calico cat. But first I felt the need to apologize. “Sorry I haven't had much time for you, but it's not like you don't have a loving home with Mrs. P. and the boys.” The cat's tail twitched.
Three minutes later, I sank into the warm water and sniffed watermelon-scented air. The calico paraded along the edge of the tub. I thought about Lindsay. I told myself she was well protected. The police were watching, Merv was fussing.
Before I could unkink, the pounding started. I flung my housecoat on my sudsy body and raced down the hall. A sudden looming shape took my breath away. Someone had broken into my apartment. I grabbed a dining chair and raised it to fight off the intruder. Until I recognized her.
“Mrs. Parnell,” I yelled, “what are you doing here?” She was white as the front of a windshield. “You told me you no longer had a key