“No, but he’ll put you on Jocelyn’s murder case once you tell him it’s connected to the Virginia Pratt case. He’ll see right away that you’re a better man for the job than Mudd.” I forked a gooey piece of egg into my mouth and chewed it slowly. “And you don’t have to mention Hogarth to the commissioner at all,” I said when I’d swallowed. “You can investigate him on your own and in secret-the same way you did Corona.”
“Yeah, sure. I can do that. But it won’t make any difference. I still won’t be able to get the goods on Hogarth. He’s as insulated as Frank Costello. Nobody can touch him.” Dan finished off his last egg and the rest of the bacon. “And what proof could I find, anyway? Lipstick on his collar? A smear of chlorine in his clothes? Believe me, everything Hogarth was wearing last night is already at the cleaners. And that St. Christopher medal you’re so proud of? It doesn’t prove a thing. You didn’t actually see Hogarth snitch it from Corona ’s dressing room, and you’re the only person alive who knows it was found at the scene of the crime.
“I’ve got news for you, babe,” he added. “It would be a hell of a lot easier to pin this murder on you than on Hogarth.
“Well, that’s not very comforting!” I said, shuddering.
“No, but it’s the truth,” he gloomily replied.
“But what if Sabrina comes forward and tells the press about Hogarth’s relationship with Jocelyn?” I sputtered. “Wouldn’t that point to the DA’s guilt?”
“Pointing isn’t proving. And besides, didn’t you say that Hogarth and Jocelyn were seeing each other on the sneak? Sabrina didn’t even know about their arrangement until you filled her in. So how could she go to the papers with an undocumented story like that? It’s nothing but hearsay, and no respectable crime reporter would risk his career and reputation-not to mention his all-important relations with the DA’s office!-to print it.
“I hate to say this, Paige,” Dan concluded, “but if Hogarth is the one who killed Jocelyn, there’s a damn good chance he’s going to get away with it.”
I couldn’t finish my breakfast. One more bite would have made me throw up. “But that’s unthinkable!” I cried, jumping up from the table and pacing from one end of the kitchen to the other. “We can’t let it happen, Dan! We can’t just back away and let the bastard go free! There’s got to be something we can do!”
Dan stood up and stepped into the middle of the room, blocking me in my tracks. He grabbed hold of my shoulders and squeezed them hard. “Listen to me very carefully,” he said, staring into my eyes like an ultrastrict father (or husband). “There is nothing you can do. Nothing whatsoever. Do you hear what I’m saying? You are through with this investigation as of now! You’re going to lock yourself in this apartment and stay here until I come back.”
“But when will that be?” I whimpered.
“I don’t know. First, I’m going to the commissioner’s office, to get him to pull Mudd off the case and put me on. At least that way you won’t have to go in for questioning Monday morning. Then I’ll go over to the Barbizon, talk to Jocelyn’s neighbors, check out her apartment and the pool. Since Hogarth gave Melody expensive presents, maybe he gave some to Jocelyn, too. Maybe I’ll get lucky and find something traceable.”
“I saw a mink coat in the changing room at the pool. It was lying on a bench with the rest of her clothes.”
“Mudd probably took that into evidence last night. I’ll look into it.”
I groaned, twisted my shoulders out of Dan’s grasp, and started pacing again. “God, Dan! I can’t just sit here like a chunk of cheese! I’ll go out of my mind. I’ve got to do something! Isn’t there some way I can help?”
“The best way you can help is by staying home and staying safe,” he insisted, rolling his sleeves down, buttoning his collar, and tightening his tie. He walked into the living room, took his leather shoulder holster off the back of the chair, and buckled it on. “You can call Sabrina,” he said, throwing me a bone. “Tell her about Corona ’s arrest and Jocelyn’s murder; see if she’s heard anything.” He put on his suit jacket and anchored his hat at a sexy angle on his head.
I was too tired and muddle-headed to protest. “Okay,” I said, heaving a loud sigh of defeat. “Be careful… and don’t forget your coat.” I opened the closet and took out his trench coat. Then I walked over to the door and held the garment open while Dan shoved his arms into the sleeves.
Adjusting the coat around his shoulders and turning to face me, he said, “Hey, babe, I could get used to this-you slaving over breakfast and then sending me off to work like a good little wife.” He gave me a big wink to make sure I knew he was kidding.
“The engagement’s off,” I bluffed. “Find yourself another cook and coat-check girl. I’ve got better things to do with my-”
I was going to say time, but he didn’t give me enough time. He threw his arms around me, pulled me tight to his chest, and gave me a kiss so deep and long and hard I knew I’d feel its effects forever.
WHEN DAN LEFT, HE TOOK ALL MY ENERGY with him. I was completely spent-so worn-out it was an effort to move. (Well, I’d had a pretty tough day and night, you know! And I hadn’t slept in over twenty-eight hours.) I managed to clear the dirty dishes off the table and stack them in the sink, but I didn’t have the strength to wash them. I wanted to pour the bacon grease from the cast-iron skillet into the empty coffee can, but I couldn’t even lift the damn thing off the stove.
Thinking a few lungfuls of fresh air would clear my head and jump-start my engine, I opened the kitchen door, stepped onto the rusty balcony overlooking the weed-choked rear courtyard, and inhaled deeply. Big mistake. The putrid smell wafting up from the fish store under my apartment made me gag. I staggered back into the kitchen and slammed the door, hoping to keep the odor from seeping inside. Then I turned and headed, like a zombie, up the stairs to my bedroom, praying I would make it to the mattress before I passed out.
Halfway up the stairs I remembered Sabrina. I needed to call her. I needed to give her the good news about Corona… and the horrible news about Jocelyn. I needed to know if she’d heard anything from Hogarth or Harrington or any cops or detectives working the two murders. Forcing my weary legs to wobble back down the stairs and stumble into the living room, I collapsed on the couch and picked up the phone.
I was in the process of dialing Sabrina’s private number when my consciousness turned into a cloud and drifted away. The phone fell out of my hand, and my head fell onto a pillow, and every cell in my dead-tired body fell asleep.
Chapter 38
DAN AND I WERE HONEYMOONING IN HAWAII. The sand was hot, the surf was warm, and we were making love on a deserted beach just like Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr in that sizzling seaside sex scene in From Here to Eternity. Only we weren’t wearing bathing suits. And we weren’t trying to curb our passion because now we were married and it was full steam ahead. So we were locked in a torrid embrace at the water’s edge, exulting in each other’s naked flesh, rolling around in the sun and the sand as waves of ecstasy crashed over us, and… well, you get the picture. We were having a pretty swell time.
So swell, in fact, that I was aware of nothing else in the whole wide, wonderful world but the sunny, surging pleasure of it all. I didn’t realize that Bleecker Street was teeming with loud, laughing, late Saturday afternoon shoppers, or that Luigi was having a big sale on littleneck clams and trout, or that Faicco’s deli had finally received its long-awaited shipment of Sicilian salami. I didn’t know that every machine in the Laundromat across the street was in use, or that rowdy NYU students were lining up at John’s Pizzeria for their first meal of the day.