“I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it,” Willow said, and her eyes twinkled. “Yes, I’ll fit you in somehow, Gray. We provide our own supplies and transportation. We can also run errands, do the grocery shopping, and we do clean windows. We do minor repairs, too. Gardening. Organizing. Mean ’n Green will consider any task.” She whipped a fold-over card from the pocket of her shirt and gave it to him. “Talk to you soon. Bye.”
She swung away and swung back. Her expression blanked. For seconds she stared at Gray and Marley saw her swallow. “Bye,” she said, more quietly, and rested a hand on his arm. “I’m glad we’ve met.”
“I like her,” Gray said while they watched Willow dodge between pedestrians on the sidewalk.
“Me, too.”
“You didn’t get a call about Nat wanting to see you,” Gray said. “How did you know?”
She didn’t meet his eyes. “I thought we were finished with the third-degree.” She had also hoped that since he hadn’t mentioned it before, he hadn’t noticed.
“I was waiting to see if you’d tell me the truth.”
Marley started toward the precinct. “I don’t owe you anything. I heard the detective was looking for me. You don’t need to go with me, but if you do you’ll find out I’m telling the truth. Nat’s got something to tell me.”
“Ouch!”
“What?” Marley stopped. “What’s the matter?”
“Your dog slammed her weapon into my ankle.”
She wouldn’t allow herself to laugh. “Winnie is very protective of me. She doesn’t like it when someone gives me a hard time.”
“Hard time? Me?” He widened his eyes. “I couldn’t give you a hard time if I tried.”
She walked past black, wrought-iron gates and up to the precinct house. Once inside she stopped and turned a sweet smile on Gray. “I’d rather go straight down to Nat’s office without passing the front desk barracudas. Can we do that?”
“Sure.” He held her elbow and guided her toward a door.
“No dogs,” a voice boomed at them.
Gray looked over his shoulder. “This one’s evidence,” he said and pushed Marley through the door ahead of him.
No one chased after them.
Downstairs, he knocked on Nat’s door and pushed it open without waiting to be asked. When Nat saw them, his feet slid from the desk and thudded on the floor. “Your uncle said he didn’t know where you were. He tracked you down pretty fast.”
“We’ve got cell phones,” Marley said, knowing how snide she sounded and making sure she didn’t catch Gray’s look. “I don’t know what we did without them.”
“Yeah,” Nat said.
He took a mouthful from a paper cup. “For you?” he said, holding the cup up to Gray.
“No, thanks.”
“You?” Nat said to Marley. “It’s vodka. Good stuff. Bong.” He pulled out a tall, elegant bottle from a drawer in his desk.
She didn’t think cops drank on the job, except in mystery novels. “Not for me, thank you.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing. Had a nice day?”
Marley took a moment to respond. “Great. Thanks.”
“You, Gray?”
“Memorable,” Gray said.
A silent pause followed. Nat took several sips of vodka and hummed. Then he set down his paper cup, but kept on humming.
“You wanted to see me,” Marley said.
“I did—do. Nice dog. There’s something about Boston terriers. Glad you brought her back. C’mere, puppy.”
Winnie considered, but not for long. She trotted to Nat and rolled on her back.
“Slut,” Marley muttered.
Nat scratched the dog’s belly. He made the mistake of trying to take hold of one end of her bone, but let go when she snarled.
“What’s up?” Gray said.
“I had a command appearance with Blades.”
“Yeah?”
“Shirley Cooper died hard.”
Gray cleared his throat and Marley didn’t miss his significant glance in her direction.
“You don’t have to edit material for my tender ears,” she said.
“How’s the case looking?” Gray said. “Anyone interesting on the radar so far?”
“Apart from you, you mean?” Nat said. One side of his mouth flickered up. “We’ve got some interesting clues.”
“Did Blades come up with something you can work with?”
“Loads of it,” Nat said.
“If you want a swab from me, say the word,” Gray said.
Nat nodded. “Marley, you really thought you saw Liza Soaper and Amber Lee after they went missing?”
The room was too hot. She shifted in her seat. “Yes.”
“This kind of thing has happened to you before?”
“Yes.”
“Couple of times with search and rescue?”
“Yes.” Let him work out whatever he wanted.
“Get to the point,” Gray said.
Winnie gnawed loudly.
“I don’t recall askin’ you to be here,” Nat said to Gray. “I know you’ve made yourself responsible for Ms. Millet’s comfort, but I’ll make sure she gets home when we’re through here.”
Gray turned to her. “I won’t stay if you don’t want me to,” he said.
“I want you here.”
“Well, I don’t,” Nat said. “And this is my turf, friend.”
“Is she under suspicion of something?” All expression had left Gray’s features.
“Smart-ass,” Nat said. “Stay if you want to, but keep your mouth shut.”
Nat punched at his phone and ordered a pot of coffee. Then he turned to Marley and said, “I like to get coffee at the little place next door. Do you want some? Or would you rather have something else, Marley?”
“Coffee would be fine.” She didn’t really want anything.
“I’ve still got a bag of Tootsie Rolls,” Nat said, looking smug that he’d remembered her reaction to the candy yesterday.
Marley’s mouth watered instantly. “If it’s not too much trouble.” She didn’t figure it would be like giving him a hold over her because she ate his candy.
Gray took out his cell phone and called directory enquiries. He asked for the number of Aunt Sally’s in the French Market. While Nat and Marley stared at him, he got through to the shop and asked if they could deliver a large box of mixed pralines.
“You don’t have to do that,” Marley said to Gray.
“One-upmanship,” Nat muttered. He tipped Tootsie Rolls into his blue plastic bowl and held it in front of her. She couldn’t believe it when she heard Gray talk the French Market candy store into making an emergency run to the station in the name of promoting law and order.
“Sheesh,” Nat said when Gray slipped his phone away and sat there, smirking. “The chief better not hear you did that.”
“He doesn’t pay my salary anymore,” Gray said.
This time Marley controlled herself and put only one candy in her mouth. She closed her eyes and savored the warm flow of sweet energy.
“You tracked down a kidnapped boy,” Nat said.
She smiled. “I was so lucky.”
“You don’t like anyone to know you’ve been involved in their rescue.”
“You’ve been poking around in my business,” Marley said.
“There are others incidents I could mention.”
“I love Tootsie Rolls.”
“More than pralines?” Gray said.
“Mmm, no. I don’t like anything better than pralines.”
“Nothing?”
She looked at him. His gaze didn’t as much as flicker. Her own most sensitive little muscles contracted hard enough to make her shift in the chair.
“How difficult is it for you to make the kind of contact we’re talking about?” Nat asked.
“The kind of contact?” Marley gave him a slightly puzzled look. “What does that mean to you?”
He shrugged. In another of his vividly white shirts, his tie loose and with long, muscular legs stretched out in front of him, he was noteworthy, Marley decided.
“We’ve got a situation on our hands,” he said. “People are starting to get panicky. They want something, anything, so they can think we’re getting somewhere.”
“Only you’re not, even with the loads of evidence Blades found.”
“Thank you, Gray,” Nat said. “No, we’re not. I can’t say too much, but this is a fucking—sorry. This could get out of hand if we can’t get a break. That’s why I’m coming to you, Marley. When you don’t have anything, you might as well try anything, even if it’s really far-fetched stuff.”