head. “Melanie Harp is not a master criminal.”
“Exactly my point. She couldn’t have thought of this on her own. She had help.”
“I don’t think she knows any master criminals, either.”
“Do you know that for a fact? Because I don’t.”
Annja didn’t bother to argue, because she knew she wouldn’t win. She just hoped no one got hurt.
A green awning covered the double-door entrance, which had seen better days. Gold lettering on the door announced The Wickersham Apartments. The red carpet leading up to the doors was thin and worn.
There was no guard on the door, but another sign promised Security.
An older woman wearing a sundress, a floppy hat and big sunglasses and holding a small dog came through the doors. She wrapped her arms protectively around her pet as Krauzer barreled toward her.
“Don’t shut that door,” Krauzer barked.
The woman blocked the closing door with her sandaled foot.
Krauzer caught the door, pulled it wide and entered the apartment building.
“Thank you,” Annja told the woman.
The woman looked at her conspiratorially and leaned in to whisper, “Is he somebody?”
“He likes to think he is,” Annja replied.
Shaking her head, the woman said, “So many people in this town think that. They do one cat-food commercial and they think they’re stars.” She waved dismissively and continued her walk.
She smiled at the woman, then hurried after Krauzer.
Annja reached the landing with Krauzer and went up the next flight. “Do you know which floor Melanie lives on?”
Krauzer checked his smartphone. “Fourth floor. Apartment F.”
“Okay, and if she’s there, you’re not going to shoot first and ask questions later?”
“I’m not going to shoot unless I have to. I don’t want to hurt that crystal.”
* * *
“THIS COULD ALL be some kind of mistake,” Annja said as they stepped into the fourth-floor hallway from the stairwell. The hallway was narrow and poorly lit. Evidently, Melanie Harp’s career had been skidding farther over the edge than the entertainment shows had reported.
“You’re saying Melanie accidentally stole my scrying crystal?” Krauzer demanded.
“She got cut from the picture—”
“She got cut because she drinks and snorts so much she can’t get to work on time. Thankfully, she’s not in many of the scenes I’ve shot so far, so I can just get another actress in. The only reason I hired her in the first place was for the extra publicity having her working for us would bring. You know, entertainment media cruising around to see if Melanie Harp was going to have another meltdown.” Krauzer cursed. “I just really didn’t expect this. Her agent promised me. The schmuck is definitely gonna hear from me.”
“Taking the scrying crystal could be a cry for help.”
Krauzer growled irritably and shook his head. “Figures you’d stick up for her.”
“I’m not sticking up for her.”
“Sounds like it to me. You’re a girl. She’s a girl.”
For a moment, Annja thought about drop-kicking Krauzer in a way that would remind him he was not a girl. She blew out a calming breath and reminded herself that there was a lot of research she was looking forward to this evening.
And she would definitely get to look at the scrying crystal and satisfy her curiosity about the piece if Melanie had it and was still home.
Krauzer stopped in front of the door to apartment 4F, took the pistol from his waistband and gripped it in his fist. He stood there for a moment, ran his free hand through his hair, let out a quick breath and shook himself. Then he knocked on the door.
There was no answer.
For a moment, Krauzer stood there. Then he looked at Annja. “Why isn’t she opening the door?”
“I don’t read minds.”
He shrugged. “So what would you guess?”
“Maybe she’s not home. Maybe she’s on her way back to the studio with the scrying crystal and feeling really guilty.”
Krauzer thought about that for just a second. “Or maybe she’s taking a clever forgery back there to pass off as the real thing.”
Annja regretted mentioning anything about insurance companies and counterfeit items.
His attention back on the door, Krauzer banged on the door with his fist. “Melanie! It’s Steven Krauzer. I know you’re in there! You can’t hide from me. Open up. I want my scrying crystal back!”
They could hear movement sounding inside. There were at least two pairs of footfalls.
“See?” Krauzer said, frowning at the door. “Told you she wasn’t alone. The mastermind of this whole thing is in there with her.”
Krauzer stepped forward and banged on the door again, harder and faster this time. “Melanie! Get out here in the next minute and I’ll keep you off the entertainment shows. I’ll have the PR people whip up a story that the reason you’re no longer in the movie is that you had something else come up. You know how this town works. You start putting a story out there, even if it’s a lie, pretty soon everybody has heard about it. Then somebody, if you play your cards right, will actually offer you something.”
“I have been offered something, you self-absorbed little Hitler,” Melanie called back through the door.
Krauzer gazed at Annja in disbelief. “Did she just call me ‘little’?”
Annja ignored the question. “Melanie, it’s Annja Creed.”
“What are you doing here?”
“We need the scrying crystal.”
There was a short pause. “It’s not here.”
Krauzer kicked the door. “What do you mean it’s not here?”
They heard a quick flurry of whispering.
“I mean it’s not here unless you pay me for it,” Melanie replied.
“I’m not going to pay you for something you stole from me!” Krauzer howled.
“If you want it back, you are.”
Krauzer stepped back and kicked the door. The frame splintered as the lock tore free. In the room, Melanie Harp stood next to a beefy bald guy wearing
