Girl Missing (21 page)

The woman walked a slow, deliberate circle around Kat, studying her from the side, from behind. She came around to the front, and the two women stood face-to-face.

“I don’t know you,” said Maeve. Then, with that declaration, she turned and started to walk away, back into the shadows.

“But I know your father,” said Kat.

“Congratulations,” said Maeve over her shoulder.

“And I knew Herb Esterhaus. Before he was shot to death.”

Maeve froze. She turned to face her.

“You’re a suspect,” said Kat. “The police’ll be coming around, asking questions.”

“No, they won’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because they already know the answers.”

Kat frowned. “What do you mean?”

Maeve glanced at Jonah. “This is between me and her.”

After a pause, Jonah nodded and snapped his fingers. “Out,” he said.

Like magic, the circle of people melted into the shadows. Maeve waited for the last footsteps
to fade away, then reached for a crate and shoved it toward Kat. “Sit,” she said.

“I’ll stand, thank you,” said Kat, unwilling to yield the advantage of height.

Maeve, unruffled, propped one black boot on the crate and regarded her adversary with new interest. “Where did you meet my father?”

“The city morgue.”

Maeve laughed. “That’s a new one.”

“He came in to look at a body. We thought it might be yours.”

“He must’ve been disappointed when it wasn’t.”

“No, as a matter of fact, he was terrified by the prospect. As it turned out, it was someone you probably knew.”

“Eliza?” Maeve shrugged. “Everyone knew her. You couldn’t avoid it. She’d empty your pockets one way or another.”

“And your last matchbook?”

“What?”

“She had a matchbook. L’Etoile restaurant. Had your father’s phone number written in it.”

Again, Maeve shrugged. “She needed the matches. I didn’t.”

“What about Nicos and Xenia? Did you know them, too?”

“Look,” said Maeve. “They were stupid, that’s all. Took some bad medicine.”

“Who passed it to them?”

Maeve didn’t answer.

“You know, don’t you?”

“Look, it was a mistake—”

“On whose part?”

“Everyone’s. Nicos’s. Xenia’s—”

“Yours?”

Maeve paused. “I didn’t know. The bastard never bothered to tell me. He just said he wanted to make a delivery, needed a runner out to Bellemeade.”

“And you told him Nicos was available.”

“I didn’t know Nicos was dumb enough to snitch a sample for himself. Pass it to his girlfriends.”

“So you arranged it all,” said Kat, not bothering to keep the disgust out of her voice. “You do this sort of thing all the time?”

“No! It was a favor, that’s all! Old times’ sake. I didn’t know—”

“That it was poison?”

“He said it was a onetime thing! All he wanted was a delivery boy.”

“All
who
wanted?”

Maeve let out a breath and looked away. “Herb. Esterhaus. He and I, we used to be …”

“I know, Maeve. We saw the photos.”

“Photos?”

“You know. All that X-rated posing you did for your good friend Herb.”

There was a flash of regret in Maeve’s eyes. “Dad saw them, too?”

“Yes. He wasn’t pleased. Would’ve strangled Esterhaus if the man wasn’t already dead.”

Maeve snorted. “I’d like to strangle him myself. For using me.”

“Did he use you often? For these deliveries?”

“I told you, it was just a onetime thing.” She shook her head. “And I thought he was clean, you know? After he got busted last year, he was real careful to—”

“Wait. Esterhaus was arrested? When?”

“About a year ago. It was small-time, a few pot plants in his backyard. I don’t know how he squirmed out of the charges, but he did. I figure the feds stepped in and helped him out. They look after their witnesses.”

“You knew he was in the witness protection program?”

“He told me about Miami. When he got busted, that really scared him. He didn’t want
Miami to find out. And he didn’t want to lose his job. Hell, he
liked
being cooped up in that lab! Me, I hated it. After a while I couldn’t take
him
, either.”

“So you left him.”

“I wasn’t mad at him or anything. I just got bored.”

“The police say you’re a suspect in his murder.”

“They’d say anything.”

“You have a better suspect?”

Maeve moved away from the crate and began to pace, weaving in and out of the shadows. “Herb was just your average guy, trying to make a living. And trying to stay clean.”

“Then why was he stealing Zestron-L? Moving it out onto the streets?”

“He was being squeezed.”

“By whom?”

Maeve turned to look at her. “Try the people at the top. The ones who’d like to wipe South Lexington off the map.”

“Who, City Hall? The cops?”

“The list goes on and on. People at the top, they look down at us like we’re rats, crawling around in the sewers. And what do people do with rats? They exterminate them.”

Kat shook her head. “Wild accusations won’t earn you any points, Maeve.”

“No. People like you never listen to people like us.”

“Hey, you’re not exactly scraping bottom, okay? You’re a
Quantrell
.”

“Don’t remind me,” snapped Maeve. She turned and started to walk away.

“Your father’s waiting out on the street,” Kat called after her. “He wants to talk with you.”

Maeve turned around. “Why? He never bothered to talk with me before. It was always at me, not with me. Ordering me around. Telling me to clean up my act, toss out my cigarettes. He’s not even my real father.”

“He wanted to be.”

“But he isn’t, okay?”

“So where
is
your real father? Tell me that.”

Maeve glared at her but said nothing.

“He isn’t here, is he?” said Kat.

“He’s living in Italy.”

“Right. In Italy. But Adam’s
here
.”

“He’s
not
my father.”

“No, he just acts like one. And hurts like one.”

Maeve shoved away a crate and sent it toppling.

“Oh great,” said Kat. “Now we’re going to have a tantrum.”

“You’re a bitch.”

“Maybe. But you know what I’m not? Your mother. And I don’t have to take this crap.” With that, Kat turned and walked away. She heard, off in the shadows, a scrambling of footsteps, then Maeve’s command: “Forget it. Let the bitch go.”

Kat managed to navigate her own way out of the building. It took her a few wrong turns, half a dozen rickety flights of stairs, but she finally found her way outside. Looking back, she realized she’d been in the abandoned mill building. Boarded-up windows and graffiti-splashed brick was all you saw from the street. She wondered how many pairs of eyes were watching her from behind that wall.

She walked on, heading briskly back to South Lexington Avenue, back to Adam.

She saw him pacing by the car, his fair hair tumbled by the wind, his hands deep in his pockets. The instant he spotted her, he started toward her.

“I was about to call the police,” he said. “What happened?”

“I’ll tell you all about it.” She opened the car door and got inside. “Let’s get out of here.”

He slid in beside her. “Did you see Jonah?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“It was an unforgettable experience.”

He started the engine and muttered, “So was waiting for you.”

They pulled onto South Lexington and headed north.

“I saw Maeve,” said Kat.

Adam almost slammed on the brakes. “She was
there
?”

“Celeste got it right. She’s Jonah’s lady.” She glanced back at the line of cars honking behind them. “Keep moving, you’re holding up traffic.”

Adam, still rattled, turned his attention back to the road. “Did she seem … happy?” he asked.

“To be honest?” Kat shook her head. “I don’t think that kid was ever happy.”

“Will she talk to me?”

Kat heard it in his voice and saw it in his face: a father’s fear, a father’s despair. All at once she wondered about her own father, that nameless man with the green eyes. She wondered
where he was, if he knew or cared he had a daughter.
Of course he doesn’t
, she thought.
Not the way this man does
.

She looked ahead, at the line of traffic. “She isn’t ready to see you,” she said.

“If I tried to—”

“It isn’t the time, Adam.”

“When
will
it be the time?”

“When she grows up. If she ever does.”

He gripped the steering wheel, staring ahead in frustration. “If I only knew what I did wrong …”

“Some kids are just born angry. In Maeve’s case, my guess is she’s angry at her real father. But he’s not around to scream at, so she takes it out on you. Nothing you do is right. You exert a little control, and you’re a tyrant. You try to set limits, she smashes them.” Kat reached over and touched his knee. “You did the best you could.”

“It wasn’t enough.”

“Adam,” she said gently, “it never is.”

He drove in silence, his troubled gaze focused on the road. How quickly he accepted the blame, she thought. As if Maeve had no responsibility for her own life, her own mess.

“She did clear up a few things,” said Kat.

“In fact, she cleared up a lot. Esterhaus
was
the source. He stole the Zestron and passed the drug to Nicos for a delivery. Nicos must have kept some for his own use. That’s how it got into the Projects.”

“A delivery? To whom?”

“Maeve didn’t say. But you know who she says is behind it all?” Kat laughed. “The city elite, unspecified. Meaning all the creeps in power. She figures they’re distributing the drug in order to clean the trash off the streets.”

“I hate to admit it, but she’s got the city elite pegged just about right.”

Kat glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. “But systematically pushing poison? To clean the riffraff from Albion? That’s a big leap.” She gazed out at the numbing landscape of abandoned buildings, shattered windows. “Still, I admit the same thought did cross my mind a few days back. But that’s paranoia for you. Conspiracies are seductive …” She paused. “By the way. Did you know Esterhaus was arrested a year ago? Possession of marijuana plants.”

“No, I was never informed.”

“Somehow it stayed off his record, and he
walked. Maybe the feds stepped in to protect their old witness. Had him released.”

There was silence. Quietly Adam said, “What if it wasn’t the feds?”

“Come again?”

“What if he made, say, other arrangements to avoid the charges?”

“You mean … bribery?”

“He had access to an inexhaustible supply of narcotics. At Cygnus. That’s a pretty persuasive bribe.”

“So he cuts a deal. With a judge. Or …”

“The police,” Adam finished for her.

They were back on the old conspiracy kick, but it was hard to let it go. Esterhaus’s death had been an apparent execution. She thought of what Maeve said—that Esterhaus was being pressured to steal the Zestron and deliver it somewhere. The bombing of her house had been a professional job. She thought about all the doors that had slammed in her face when she’d tried to publicize the overdose victims. The powers that be in Albion had systematically shrugged off the deaths of those three junkies in South Lexington.

Shrugged off? Or covered up?

“Head downtown,” she suddenly said.

“Why?”

“We’re going to City Hall. I want to see Ed.”

Adam turned onto the downtown exit. “Why?”

“Force of habit—I like to torment him. Plus, he might get us the information we need. Namely, which cop arrested Esterhaus—and then let him go. And what else the said cop has been involved in.”

“Would Ed know that?”

“He has a direct pipeline into police Internal Affairs. If there’s a crooked cop involved, they might have a file on him.”

“Unless they’re all crooked.”

“Please,” she said, groaning. “Don’t even mention the possibility.”

City Hall had been turned into a media circus. Banners were everywhere:
MAYOR SAMPSON PRESENTS THE ALBION BICENTENNIAL; 200 YEARS OF VISION; ALBION: LOOKING TOWARD THE THIRD CENTURY
. In the hall was posted a map of the upcoming two-mile parade route. Anyone who bothered to study that map would see that the parade didn’t go anywhere near Albion’s center, but skirted around it, along the
northern city limits, thereby avoiding the South Lexington district entirely.

Ed was in his office, barricaded by a fortress of papers. Campaign posters were plastered across the wall behind him. A picture of a kid serenely skipping rope caught Kat’s eye:
ALBION. SAFE, AND GETTING SAFER
.
For whom?
she felt like asking.

Ed, as usual, did not look happy to see her. “I haven’t got a lot of time, okay?” he grumbled as Kat and Adam settled into chairs. “This bicentennial thing is turning into a disaster. The weatherman says rain. Three high school bands have dropped out because of sniper rumors. And now the cops say they can’t guarantee crowd control.”

“Yep, that’s our town,” said Kat sweetly. “Safe, and getting safer.”

“What do you want?” snapped Ed.

“Some service for my tax dollars, Mr. DA.”

He sighed. “This isn’t about the drug ODs again, is it?”

“Peripherally. By now, you’ve heard about my exploding house. And the dead Cygnus researcher.”

“That was a paid hit, Miami mob. At least, that’s what the cops tell me.”

“The cops also say Esterhaus stole the drug from Cygnus and bombed my house to stop me from asking too many questions.”

Ed laughed. “I can think of a lot of reasons to bomb your house.”

“But that theory strikes us as too simple,” said Adam. “Blame all those acts on a dead man. Esterhaus kept his nose clean for years. He had only one arrest—a year ago, for growing marijuana.”

“I didn’t hear about that,” said Ed.

“He wasn’t charged. It appears he was rather quickly released. We want to know who made the arrest.”

“Why?”

“Pot growing’s an open-and-shut case,” said Kat. “Find the plants, you’ve got your conviction. Now, why go to the trouble of arresting someone, and then let him walk without charges?”