Did I wake you up?â
She struggled to sit up, rubbed her eyes. âWhat is it?â
âI canât talk longâcalled you before writing the storyâyou owe meââ
âGet to the fucking point!â
âTheyâve made an arrestâfor both murders.â
She swung her legs over the side of the bed. Fully awake.
âWas it Kaiser?â
Rick paused, News typewriters in the background drumming like Krupa. âNo, not Kaiser. Someone else who likes to beat up on women.â
âWho the hellââ
âYour old friend. Ex-inspector Duggan. Arrested early this morningâno bail.â
She said good-bye to Rick, shock making the words perfunctory and pleasant. Hung up the phone. Stared at the forget-me-nots on the wallpaper, periwinkle blue.
Gonzales. Gonzales told her Duggan had been demoted.
After the Takahashi case. After her bruises healed.
She was still staring at the phone when it rang again. Her hand hesitated before picking it up.
âDarling girl, this is Meyer.â
Her lawyer wasnât typically an early caller.
âRick just phoned me about Dugganâhard to believe they nailed one of their own.â
He poured on extra oil, the kind of soothing delivery he usually saved for the closing argument. âIt is, my dear, what Mr. Earle Stanley Gardner might call a âframe-up.ââ
She opened the drawer on her nightstand, found a pack of Chesterfields and a Yellow Cab matchbook. Miranda stuck the stick between her lips.
âWhereâd you get the information, Meyer? Itâs good of you to phone me, butââ
âYou should know by now I do precious little from the good of my heart. Iâm calling you about a job.â
âA job? I asked you for leads on Pandora Blake.â
âAnd so you shall have them. The job is to work for me.â
The bourbon and lack of sleep were making her tired and confused. She lit the cigarette, closing her eyes for a second.
âMeyerâyouâre my attorney. Whatâs this about? And donât try any of your trial-style bullshit on me.â
He laughed for a few seconds. âExactly why I adore you, Miranda. All right. I want you to work for me because if you do, you will have a legitimate reason to investigate the murder of Pandora Blake and the other unfortunate girl, Annie Learner.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
His voice was low, serious now. âIâm representing Mr. Duggan. And I want you to help me prove heâs innocent.â
Miranda cradled the phone in her hands, paying no attention to Meyerâs muffled exclamations on the other end.
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She finally held up the receiver. âYou want to hire me to help defend Duggan. A dirty cop who nearly broke my face three months ago. Who hates my guts.â
âYou asked for a chance to work on the Pandora Blake caseââ
âGoddamn it, youâre the one that nailed the bastard for what he did to me. Youâre the reason he got sent down. Why the hell are you defending him?â
Silence. Miranda ran a shaking hand over her forehead. Meyer let out a deep breath and finally spoke. âBecause I believe heâs innocent. And because he asked for me.â
âHe asked for you?â She wrapped an arm around her side, body stiff and sore. âI donât believe this. Duggan belongs in a nuthouse. Theyâve arrested one of their own, for Godâs sakeâtheyâll have damn good evidence.â
âPrecisely why he asked for me.â
âIâm not so sure. Thereâs no shortage of capable attorneys in San Francisco.â
âMy dear, you cut me to the quick. Why donât you come down to the Hall and interview him yourself? Theyâve refused bail, but weâre fighting it. We can all talk it over.â
She reached across to the nightstand ashtray and gave the cigarette a vicious
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