The Professional Part 29

"Why do you even care?" she said. "Has someone hired you to work on this case?"

"No," I said.

"Then why don't you go off somewhere and be disgusting on someone else's business."

"I've been involved with this for a while," I said. "It's my line of work. I feel some obligation to see what I can do."

"Well, don't think you have any obligation to me," Beth said. "I'd like it if I never saw you again."

"You, too?" I said.

Chapter46.

I SPENT THE WEEKEND at Susan's place, where, after some early morning excitement, we usually sat in her kitchen and had a lingering Sunday brunch prepared mostly by me. This morning was a little different; we were having scrambled eggs prepared by Susan. It was one of her two specialties, the other being boiled water. I added a ragout of peppers, onions, and mushrooms to grace the plate, and we ate it with oatmeal toast. Pearl came from her spot on the living-room couch and joined us, alert for any spillage.

"I talked with Beth Jackson on Friday," I said.

"Are you still suspicious of her?"

"Let me recount our discussion," I said.

"I'm all ears," Susan said.

"Actually," I said. "Not all."

She smiled, and I gave her, almost verbatim, my conversation with Beth.

"You like to show off that you can do that," Susan said. "Don't you."

"Yes," I said. "Is there anything bothersome about what you heard."

"Your voice was s.e.xually exciting?" Susan said.

"Besides that," I said.

"In relation to the murder," Susan said.

"Yes."

Susan was silent, her mind running over the conversation. "Remember why she came to me the night of the murder," I said.

"She wanted you to protect her," Susan said. "And, at least peripherally, her husband."

"Correct," I said.

"And now"-Susan began to speak faster, trying to keep up with her mind-"when half the threat has been executed, she should be more desperate for protection."

"Bingo," I said.

"And she isn't," Susan said. "She doesn't want to ever see you again."

"Or words to that effect," I said.

"Which would lead a trained observer," Susan said, "to conclude that she no longer thought there was a threat."

"It might," I said. "Or she might have found me so disgusting that she preferred to look elsewhere for protection."

"No," Susan said. "Not if she's in fear of her life. However disgusting she may have found you, you are also safety. She would have embraced you."

"Who wouldn't," I said.

"I was speaking metaphorically," Susan said.

"Oh," I said.

"But we know she didn't do it herself," Susan said.

"I can vouch for that," I said. "In fact, it seems too carefully done. She comes to me at five. At five-ten an anonymous caller reports a shooting, cops are there by five-thirty. Beth doesn't leave my office until about six."

"A lot of people could have made an anonymous call," Susan said. "They saw it happen but didn't want to be involved."

"Nine-one-one records all call numbers. This one was from a disposable phone."

"They can't trace it?"

"Correct," I said.

"So it could have been someone who just happened to use a disposable phone, or it could have been a deliberate way to avoid identification."

"How many people you know that carry disposable phones?" I said.

"n.o.body."

"Guy also tried to disguise his voice. Belson said it's a man speaking in a falsetto."

"So it could have been the murderer," Susan said.

"Could have been," I said.

"But why would he call the police? Wouldn't it be in his better interest not to?"

"One would think," I said.

"Unless he wanted to establish that the murder took place while Beth was with you," Susan said.

"Which means she was involved," I said.

"Or Estelle," Susan said.

"Or both," I said.

"Why would Estelle be involved?"

"Why do people usually kill other people?" I said.

"Mostly over love or money," Susan said.

"If Estelle's involved," I said, "it wouldn't be about love."

"You can't be sure," Susan said. "Human emotion is sometimes very convolute."

"I've heard that," I said.

Susan smiled and drank some coffee.

"How about Gary Eisenhower?" she said.

"You think he might do that?" I said.

"No," Susan said.

"Shrink insight or woman's intuition?" I said.

"Sometimes there's not much difference," Susan said.

"I don't think he did it, either," I said.

"Gumshoe insight?" Susan said. "Or male intuition?"

I grinned at her.

"Sometimes," I said, "there's not much difference."

"Does he have an alibi?" Susan said.

"Don't know," I said. "Belson was supposed to interview him today."

"So," Susan said, "pending what you get from Belson, if it wasn't Gary, who did the actual shooting?"

"d.a.m.n," I said. "You don't know that, either?"

"Sorry," Susan said.

"And you a Harvard Ph.D."

"I know," Susan said. "Puzzling, isn't it."

Chapter47.

GARY EISENHOWER CAME to my office on Monday morning, while I was reading the paper.

"You know," I said, as he sat down. "I don't think I've ever disagreed with anything in Doonesbury."

"Doonesbury?"

"Guy's always on the money," I said.

"Yeah, right," Gary said. "Beth Jackson's husband got killed."

"I know that," I said.

"You know anything more?" Gary said.

"He was shot twice in the head in the parking garage at International Place," I said.

"They know who did it?"

"No."

"They got any suspects?" Gary said.

"No."

"What about Beth?"

"She's got an ironclad alibi," I said.

"No, I mean, is she safe?"

"Don't know," I said.

"You're not giving her security?"