twist.
âMeyer ⦠did you tell him you were going to hire me?â
The lawyer cleared his throat. âYes. He made no objectionââ
âDid it ever occur to you that he asked for you in order to get to me?â
âIâm not sure what you meanââ
Miranda shook her head and winced from the spasm, neck and shoulder muscles knotted and tense.
âI mean heâs dangerous, goddamn it. And I wouldnât be surprised if heâs guilty.â
More silence. She looked down, picking at the tassels on the edge of the white cotton bedspread.
Meyerâs voice came over the wire smooth and unperturbed. âI can only say I believe him to be innocent. At least of these crimes. Will you please come down for an interview? Speak to him, perhaps, before you make up your mind?â
Miranda closed her eyes. Dugganâs face when he handcuffed her, when he slapped her, when he tried to break her. And then Pandoraâs body, kaleidoscope swirl, solidifying, red and white. Red and white.
Drip-drop. Drip-drop.
âAre the autopsy reports in? Would I have access to everything I need?â
âYes. Their case is purely circumstantial, and the speed of the arrest itself provesââ
âSave the argument for the jury. What about the ethics of hiring me when you work for me?â
His voice relaxed. âIâve taken the liberty of drawing up a contract. It stipulates that I have hired you as a temporary consultant who is to investigate the specific matter at hand, and that any legal issues resulting from the arrangement will be handled by Lattimore.â
âHeâs junior.â
âAnd a highly capable attorney.â
She grunted. âIâll meet you at noon. On one condition.â
âName it, my dearâyou know I have the utmost faith andââ
âYeah, yeah, I know. Listen to me. If I agree to thisâand itâs a big fucking âifââI handle it my way. And if I uncover anything that corroborates the chargesâanythingâI turn it over to the cops at the same time.â
He sounded surprised. âReciprocal discovery of inculpatory evidence. Weâll talk it over when you get here.â
âYouâll need to agree before we talk.â
The lawyer blew out a breath in frustration. âMiranda, my child, you do want to find the killer, do you not? And you do need a source of income?â
âThe bulls think the killerâs in custody. Iâve got ads in the paper. Iâll be back on my feet in a week. What I want to know is whether youâre willing to stand behind Duggan all the way down the line.â
Siren in the background, someone shouting. Meyerâs voice gruff this time.
âVery well. You have my wordâif you should choose to accept my offer. There are other private detectives, after all.â
She grinned. âAnd my guess is youâve had a hell of a time finding any who will touch this case, or you wouldnât have agreed to my terms.â
Warm laughter poured out of the receiver. âTouché, my dear. Iâll see you at twelve.â
Miranda slowly hung up the phone. Her hand crept up to her left cheekbone as she remembered the last time she saw Gerry Duggan.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
She took a long shower, lathering up with Lady Estherâs latest soap. Rubbed Dorothy Gray Salon cream on her face, concentrating on the age spots of eyes, nose, and throat. Miranda looked at herself critically. Back on the chain gang at the Club Moderne soon and couldnât afford to look thirty-three.
Made a pot of Hills Brothers coffee on the small stove, wrapping up the package of Ozzieâs treasures, still strewn on the kitchen table. Drank two cups quickly, large hands wrapped around a jadeite coffee mug.
Chose a conservative suit, gray jacket, white blouse, demure hat, last yearâs style, tilted on the left with a black net veil and plastic
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