spine. If they were headed to the restaurant, it could mean only one thing:Theyâd found some evidence linking Andrew to the crimes. He would be in custody before the night was over.
If I could put up with him for that long. I tuned back into the conversation in time to hear Andrew describe the haircut he was going to get for the party tomorrow, which was like his haircut now, but shorter. But not too much shorter. Just a little bit shorter.
I leaned across the table to Bess.
âI think Frank, Joe, and George might be dropping by for dessert,â I whispered.
Bess smiled. She knew what that meant. âAwesome!â
Ten minutes later, the door to the Joint swung open, and in they walked. Andrew shut up immediately.
âWhat are you doing here?â he said, standing up from the table.
âAndrew Richelieu? We have reason to believe that youâve been involved with the robbery and arson of thirteen different properties in the city. Weâve notified the police, and they will be at your house with a search warrant by the time you get home,â said Joe, with obvious relish.
âWhat? This is ridiculous. Iâm calling my lawyer.â
âI wouldnât do that if I were you,â said Frank. âIf you cooperate, and give us the names of the other people involved, we are willing to offer you a deal.â
âAaron, help me out here,â said Andrew, looking desperate. âThis is preposterous.â
They must have found proof! This was great. Weâd have this case wrapped up by tomorrow.
âAaron,â said Bess. âTalk to him. Tell him to come clean. Frank and Joe are friends of oursâtheyâll help him.â
Aaron stood up. His wolf-yellow eyes turned cold.
âAndrew, theyâve got you. You should do the right thing. Turn yourself in. You need help. Trust me.â
Andrew flushed with rage. âWhat? How dare you!â
With no warning, he flung himself across the table at Aaron. The two of them went down in a heap. The table was smashed. The dishes went flying. A waiter came running out of the kitchen, took one look at the scene, and ran back inside.
Andrew had his hands around Aaronâs throat. Bess and I rushed over to pull Andrew off him, but before we could, Aaron rolled over and slammed Andrew to the ground.
By the time we separated them, Andrew was unconscious.
I checked his pulse. It was weak. I slapped his cheek, but he didnât respond.
âGet an ambulance!â I yelled. âHeâs unconscious.â
Dark black and blue marks were already rising on Aaronâs neck, and he seemed to be having trouble breathing. They both needed medical attention, now.
It took long minutes before the ambulance finally arrived. Aaron waved them away, saying he was fine, and insisted that they take Andrew to the hospital first.
Frank and Joe tried to get into the ambulance with Andrew, but the emergency medical technicians forbade it.
âPolice and family only, Iâm afraid,â said one. The Hardysâ ATAC badges might get them a lot of places, but it wasnât going to work here.
âTake my car,â said Aaron, holding up the keys.
âIâll get a cab. Go!â
âThank you,â said Frank.
âIâll make sure he gets home safely,â said Bess. âNancy, you go with them.â
I was torn. I didnât want Bess to be alone. But I wanted to hear more about what had happened. And if Andrew woke up, I wanted to be there for it.
âIâll go with them, Nance,â added George. âYou go with Frank and Joe.â
That decided it. We hopped in the car and raced to the hospital.
The emergency room was filled with party-related injuries. Bloodstained costumes and broken masks were everywhere. It looked like a massacre at a circus. If I hadnât been so focused on Andrew, I would have been terrified.
âWeâre here to see Andrew Richelieu,â Joe said at the
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