“Never even had a proper funeral,” Chichi said. “Stuffed in that vault like a side of meat.” She looked up accusingly at Slayter. “And everyone ran, saved your own skins. You vanished quick enough, Slayter.”
“What could we do, Chichi? Getourselveskilled? You didn’t hang around!”
“Luis dragged me! Luis�”
“Bank guards and cops all over. What the hellcouldwe do but run?”
Kit’s heart was pounding. Slayterwaspart of that gang with the two men Joe Grey saw in Chichi’s room. A gang that had robbed an L.A. bank, and the village jewelry store.
Roman stroked Chichi’s hand. “Why did you come up here with us? Frank was dead. You could have�”
“I guess I came because Frank would have. I guess,” Chichi said softly, “I just did what Frank would do.”
Kit itched to find a phone. Captain Harper and Detective Garza needed to know about this. Chichi had started to cry-the kind of crying when a person doesn’t want to talk about something, when a woman hides her silence with tears and most men think they’re real tears. “And� I didn’t have any money. That’s part of why I came. Nowhere else to go. That’s why I found that house-sitting job, a free place to live. I didn’t want to stay up there with Luis�” She looked at Roman. “I’m still pretty broke, Roman. Could you�?”
“I have men in place, Chichi. Rent to pay, food. Those guys don’t live on air!”
Chichi reached to stroke his cheek. “Butyou’reliving in a nice place, the Gardenview is really nice, I could stay with you. It wouldn’t�”
“It’s a tiny room, Chichi. The cheapest they had. And right now�” Roman shook his head. “Wouldn’t work. You’re better off where you are.”
He had men in place? Rent to pay, and food? What men? A whole gang of men? And why was Chichi so interested in moving in with him?
To get in his bed? Was she feeling like a queen in heat? Kit thought, shocked. Or did she want to snoop, search his room? Kit’s imagination soared, she could hardly be still. She had to tell Captain Harper, had to tell him now.
She looked across the dining room into the patio where Captain Harper and Detective Garza sat. They would have their cell phones, and if she could tell them now..
But she couldn’t use a phone in this public place. The idea made her laugh. She had to go home, to call him. And this person named Frank who was killed by the cops, who was he? She was so excited she had to put a paw on her tail to keep it from lashing. She watched Slayter move his chair closer to Chichi’s.
“It hurts me to see how you miss Frank, I wish there weresomethingI could do.” He took Chichi’s hand again, in both of his. “There’s nothing either of us can do about cops,” he said angrily. He removed his hand only when the waiter appeared, bearing elegant plates of pasta. The smell of shrimp and scallops made Kit lick her whiskers.
There was only silence, then, as the couple occupied themselves with their lunch. She looked around the restaurant. All the tables were full, and people were waiting, too. Those who’d been served were happily enjoying lovely things to eat. And it was not until she looked again into the patio at the Harpers’ table, that she saw Charlie staring at her. Staring right into her eyes, trying not to smile.
I’mnot doing anything! Kit thought fiercely, giving Charlie a flick of her tail. Cats are born curious! But then she smiled, too, because Charlie only wanted to know what Chichi and Roman Slayter were saying; Charlie was just as curious as she was.
The caged cats were very hungry. Even Joe and Dulcie were growing hungry, and they’d been eating better than the prisoners. The kibble, which had been old and dry anyway, was all gone. To Joe and Dulcie, kitty kibble was meant for a dire emergency. The stale cat food at the bottom of the bowl stunk so bad it made them all flehmen, baring their teeth and pulling faces. Joe thought the three ferals must surely be longing for fresh game, for freshly killed squirrel or rabbit; Joe thought lovingly of the delicacies that Clyde regularly provided, and of the fresh selections that might be waiting in the alley behind Jolly’s Deli, gourmet fare laid out for any village cat who cared to partake-who was free to enjoy George Jolly’s largesse.
Maria had returned from shopping just after Chichi went flying out the door. They could hear her in the kitchen putting away groceries, and then soon they could smell searing meat. The three captives sniffed the good scent and looked hopelessly at each other. And Cotton pressed his white face to the bars, searching the floor. “Where did they drop the key? You think it’s really lost?”
“It’s lost,” Coyote said. He smiled a wolfish smile. “That Luis was mad as a rabid raccoon.”
“But didn’t you see?” Willow said softly. She glanced across at Abuela, but the old woman slept. “Grandma took the key, I saw her.”
“Abuela?” Cotton said. “Are you sure?”
Willow twitched her whiskers. “She slipped it out of the lock and into her pocket. She slid the lock under the cushion of her chair, but when she moved, it fell.”
Even as they spoke, Abuela came awake. She looked around the room, looked at the closed door. She slipped her hand under the cushion of her rocker and drew out the key. They stared at each other, rigid. Had she heard them?
She rose, dragging her cane along with her. Was she going to let them out? They were frozen, watching, their five hearts pounding so hard Joe thought everyone in the house would hear them.
She moved to the double-hung window, which was open the few inches from the bottom. Finding the screen unlatched, she frowned. But she reached through. Bending down awkwardly, she managed to reach her arm through and swing. They saw the bright flash as she tossed the key in the direction of the far bushes.
She returned to her chair. The cats were silent until they were sure she slept again, her mouth a little open, a tiny glisten of drool appearing at the corner.
“Oh, my,” Willow said softly. “No one will ever find it now.” She looked at Joe and Dulcie, a tear running down her pale calico nose. “Now there’s no way out.”
“Not so,” Joe said.
The three cats looked at him.
“We have friends,” Joe said.
Dulcie licked her whiskers. “Do you remember a scrawny tortoiseshell kitten who once traveled with your clowder? Who came to Hellhag Hill with you, and stayed there?”
“That scraggy kitten?” Cotton said haughtily.
Willow said, “So that’s what happened to her! She went away with you!”
“Sort of,” Dulcie said. “She found two humans who� who knew what she was without her telling them. Without her ever speaking.”
“Oh, my,” Willow said. “How very strange.” Her look said that she’d like to find such a human, but that she would be too shy and afraid to make friends.
“That scrap of tortoiseshell,” Cotton said. “I thought she went down Hellhag Cave and the ghost got her.”
“She’s alive and well,” Joe said. “If no one else finds us, she will.”
Coyote sneezed. His eyes danced with amusement within their cream-and-black circles. “That tortoiseshell� always nosing into everything, asking a million questions.” He shook his whiskers, flicked his tall ears. “You don’t believethatskinny scrap will save us?”
Dulcie smiled. “When we’ve been gone long enough, she’ll come looking.”
“So?” Cotton said. “She’ll find you, just like that? And then what?”
“Kit has her ways,” Dulcie said. She hoped Kit would be as stubbornly curious as she usually was. Hoped she wasn’t preoccupied with some other matter, too busy to notice how long it was since she’d seen them-that soon Kit would indeed decide they were in trouble, and come searching for them.
Charlie had the horses groomed and saddled when Max’s truck turned in off the main road and headed down their long dirt drive. What a lovely day, she thought, tightening Bucky’s cinch. Lunch with Max, and now a long evening ride together. This was how a happy, newly married couple was supposed to live. Shrugging into her heavy jacket, she led Bucky and Redwing out into the stable yard and slid the main barn door closed behind them. She’d fed them early and lightly, and would feed them again when they got home; they were used to evening rides when the weather was bright. Waiting for Max to take his papers in the house and get a jacket, she stood looking down over their pastures to the sea, filled with a deep contentment.