figure we can take a cab home from the station and go back tomorrow for my car. And we hide in the ladies’ room until we hear them announce the train.
“How in the world did you get Joe’s mother to faint?” I ask Bobbie after we’ve caught our breath. She claims that luck was just with us.
As we slip into the railroad car and the doors slide closed behind us, I notice a man in a black suit watching us. He rubs at his nose and I see there are two fingers missing on his right hand.
I tell Bobbie it looks like our luck has just run out.
CHAPTER 5
Design Tip of the Day
“I always recommend that clients splurge on their bedding. A person spends something like one third of his or her life in bed, and that’s too much time to be relegated to second-class status. With good quality sheets and towels available reasonably at every outlet mall and on the Internet, why wake up feeling like you’ve spent the night at Bob’s Cabins Off Interstate 6 instead of The Plaza on Central Park?”
—TipsFromTeddi.com
My car is waiting outside my house the next morning with a note on it. “Courtesy of the Nassau County Police Department.”
Which can mean only one thing. I’m going to have a lot of explaining to do.
When I come back in the house, Dana is in the kitchen whispering to Kimmie, the nicer of Bobbie’s twin daughters. Kimmie nudges her, and Dana throws her a look before telling me that Drew has called and said I should wait for him.
“I wouldn’t let a man tell me what to do,” she says as she gathers up her book bag and heads for the open door.
“How about a police officer?” Drew says in response, and laughs when Dana reddens and pushes past him, Kimmie in her wake. “That one’s gonna be a handful,” he tells me, like he’s raised any kids of his own.
“Yeah, well,” is all I can say. That and it would have been nice if you’d given me enough warning to put on some makeup and decent clothes. Of course, I don’t say that.
“Just like her mom,” he says, looking me over from toe to head. “A real handful.”
I ask if he wants coffee and fumble with the maker.
“What I’d like is to know what the hell you were doing at Joe Greco’s funeral.”
That’s it. He doesn’t say more.
“Saying goodbye?” I suggest.
He just waits.
“I was one of the last people to see him alive,” I say. “Closure?”
“Just how well did you know him?” he asks, and his tone implies I was having sex with the man on a regular basis.
I tell him I didn’t know the man at all. Not even his name.
“Never saw him with his pants down?” he asks.
“Only dead,” I remind him, like if he’s trying to trap me, he’s failed.
“Lunches on Wednesdays?”
This is clearly a clue, but I say nothing.
He takes out a small tape recorder and places it on the counter. I hear myself telling Joe I’ll miss him.
I repeat that I didn’t know the man, though I admit that it does seem fishy.
“Everything with you seems fishy,” he says. “But until now you’ve always been honest with me and didn’t play games.”
I tell him I’m being honest about not knowing Joe, but the way it comes out it sounds as cagey as it is.
“I’m asking you, as a police officer, what you were doing at Joe Greco’s funeral, crying over his dead body.”
“Are you jealous?” I ask. It’s a dangerous question, but it could take us off the subject at hand, and give me time to think.
He tells me he’s not jealous, he’s angry. “I’ve put myself on the line for you, Teddi. Not once, not twice, but enough times to get the whole damn department betting on what you’ll do next. You know what it took to ditch Hal this morning so that I could take care of this alone?”
I ask him what he’s talking about, but my skin is already crawling.
“The Department’s a club, a fraternity. Christ, it’s a legal gang. It’s got rules, codes, and there’s no such thing as secrets.” He looks embarrassed, but seems to shake it off. “And you, Teddi Bayer, are one interesting woman.”
“What does that mean?”
He tells me that I’m as smart as I am interesting, and he doesn’t mean it as a compliment. “So you figure it out. And while you’re thinking on it, you want to explain your relationship with Joe Greco to me? Or to some guys down at the station?”
I tell him again that I have no relationship with Joe Greco, but I can see that isn’t going to be enough.
I tell him I was returning a ring. He asks what kind of a ring. I tell him a diamond. I’m so angry I’m letting him jump to every wrong conclusion he can.
“Joe Greco gave you a diamond ring?” he says. “You need a sugar daddy that bad, kiddo?”
I tell him that my mother didn’t think he was too old for me and he just laughs.
“Your mother, as we both know, is a whacko.”
I nod. “Whacko enough to use a men’s room when the ladies’ room is occupied. Whacko enough to take a dead man’s ring from where it was left on a sink ledge in that men’s bathroom. Whacko enough to give it to her husband, and whacko enough to be mad at her daughter for taking it back and returning it to the dead man’s finger.”
Drew just sighs. Then he asks if I have any proof.
“That my mother is whacky? I have a police detective’s assessment.”
He gives me a sick little smile.
“And then there’s the hospital report from Sunday when I took my father there to have the ring removed from his finger when he couldn’t get it off. Will that do?”
“Was that so hard?” he asks me, and the hand on the counter is balled in a fist. “When the hell are you going to realize I’m on your side?”
“Against whom?” I ask, and I’m trembling because I don’t want to need him on my side. I don’t want to need anyone on my side. I want to stand alone, be left alone. “I didn’t ask to be part of this mess. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person.”
Drew comes to his feet and pushes me against the refrigerator. I can feel Alyssa’s latest drawing behind my back. He presses himself up against me and kisses me like he is
