Surface Tension - Kling Christine (хорошие книги бесплатные полностью .txt) 📗

“Who was that? On the phone, did somebody just tell you not to talk to me?”

She began scooping all the cosmetics on her bureau into a shopping bag, ignoring me.

“Sunny, what did you mean when you said Ely told you the true story about this place?”

She spun around to face me. “I can’t talk to you no more. Go on. And please, don’t tell anybody that I talked to you at all.”

“Sunny, tell me what’s going on here. I want to help.”

“Well, you’re not helping.” Her voice sounded strained, frightened. “You’re only getting me in trouble. Now go. Get out of here.”

I set one of my business cards down on top of the clothes in the suitcase. “If you need help or a place to stay, or if there’s anything you want to tell me, that’s my phone number.”

I found my own way out, and as I walked down the hall, I wondered why James had lied to me about Sunny. What had happened that night to make Ely so upset that she would flee—and then turn up dead?

Since Minerva was on the phone, I just waved to her as I passed through the lobby area. As I went out the door, I heard her saying into the telephone, “No, Mr. Burns, don’t worry. I’ll see to it.”

Okay. So Burns is a fairly common name. But like Detective Collazo, I no longer believed in coincidences.

By the time I drove back over the drawbridge, it was past three o’clock, and my stomach was protesting loudly. At a red light, I checked my wallet. Thanks to Sunny, I was down to my last twenty. A drive-through would be cheaper but I was more likely to find work hanging out at the Downtowner. I headed for the restaurant and bar on the bank of the river.

Pete smiled when I came through the door but then his expression turned serious, as though he had suddenly remembered something. He waved me over.

“Hang on a minute, Pete,” I called out, and pointed to the back where the pay phone was. I wanted to talk to Jeannie first and find out how things were going on the legal front. I doubted she’d been able to do much over the weekend, but I hoped.

She picked up on the seventh ring, just as I was getting ready to give up. She sounded like she’d been trying to run a marathon.

“Jeannie, Seychelle here.”

“Oh, hi,” she said in between gasping breaths. “I was outside working in the yard when the phone rang.”

I imagined Jeannie running up the stairs to her place, her muumuu flapping in the breeze.

“You catch your breath, and I’ll tell you what I’ve found out so far. Then you can fill me in on your side of things.”

“Okay.”

Jeannie hadn’t known Ely personally, but she had always had a good sympathetic ear. I found myself close to breaking down again as I told her about the events of the past twenty-four hours.

“I went back up to Harbor House and spoke to Ely’s old roommate. She was working the front desk the night Ely died. She said Ely did come in and then ran out upset and crying about an hour later. The folks at Harbor House tore out the page in the log where Ely signed in. Then they made this girl hush up about it and lie to the police.”

“Do you think they had something to do with her death?” Jeannie asked.

“I don’t know.” I told her about my date with James and the face that I saw briefly at my kitchen window. “It was certainly not my imagination. Someone was spying in that window.”

“Maybe it wasn’t you they were spying on.”

“James? I hadn’t thought of that. Hmmm. To be honest, I can’t figure James out. There’s definitely something going on at Harbor House, but I’m not certain he knows about it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I heard something strange when I was leaving Harbor House this afternoon. The lady at the front desk, Minerva, was on the phone, and she referred to the caller as Mr. Burns. I was wondering if it could be the same one. What have you found out about him?”

“Not much. He has an office off Las Olas, very high-rent district. The scoop from friends of mine is that in spite of his upper-crust veneer he is a real scumbag. He likes to take criminal cases for the rich and famous, and he cleans up their messes. If some rich brat gets caught dealing dope in his prep school or a local commissioner is arrested for exposing himself up in Holiday Park, they call Burns. They like him because he’s not a publicity hound like a lot of these guys. I can’t get past his secretary, though, and he won’t return my calls.”

“Well, he called me.” I told her then about the message on my answering machine. “Fifteen thousand is still chicken feed compared to what I could win if I took this to arbitration. They must know that or they wouldn’t be threatening me.”

“Fifteen thousand is better than nothing.”

“Don’t say that. You’re my attorney, for crissakes.”

“I know. But I’m worried about you, Seychelle. These are not nice people.”

“Anything more on who’s behind the Cayman Islands corporation?”

“Nothing concrete, but I have my suspicions. I suspect that slimeball Benjamin Crystal never really sold the boat. I could be wrong, but I’ve been doing a little research on him. Crystal is the owner of record of several Top Ten Clubs, all strictly legitimate. That’s his public front. On the other hand, he is alleged to be involved with bookmaking, loan sharking, and prostitution through the clubs. They have been trying to gather enough evidence to close it down, but up until now, Crystal has been too smart. The only reason he’s in jail right now is because of a coke bust that was a bit of a fluke. Normally, Crystal doesn’t go near drugs—at least to import them. Not that he’s above it, but he’s making so much money on the sex business, why bother? But he did own this little interisland freighter so the cops began to suspect he might be running drugs. They’d been over it many times with drug-sniffing dogs, but that boat was always clean. A man named Zeke Moss was captain— Crystal’s cousin by marriage or something—and the cops now think he kept the freighter just to give this cousin a job. He was busted bringing a ‘gift’ to his cousin in the boatyard.”

“Why would he want it to appear that he had sold the Top Ten?”

“He’s been under surveillance for quite some time. He knew they were out to get him. He wanted to be sure they couldn’t seize his toys. He’s been doing the same thing with a couple of homes he owns.”

“Jeannie, listen. I don’t really care who owns the Top Ten. I just know I need at least twenty thousand—more like thirty, really—for this job. I know that sounds like a lot, but I risked a lot.”

“If I’m right about this, it’s not a lot to Benjamin Crystal. My question would be, then, how come he hasn’t just paid the fee to get rid of you? That’s what doesn’t make sense. What does he really want from you?”

“I don’t have a clue. Call Burns and make a counteroffer say thirty, forty thousand. I need to settle this soon. Maddy is in real money trouble. I think I am going to have to buy him out of the boat somehow. If not, I’ll have to sell her and dammit, I don’t want to do that.”

As soon as Pete saw me coming back from the phone, he waved me over.

“Seychelle, there’s something you got to know. Something’s going on and it stinks.”

“What are you talking about, Pete?”

“I don’t know who started it, but the word is that you’re blackballed. Nobody’s going to hire you anymore. They’re saying you’re late all the time, and you don’t know what the hell you’re doing. Guys you’ve worked for who know better they aren’t even speaking up and saying it’s a load of shit. I’m mad as hell about it, and every time I hear it start up, I go over and try to set things right, but it’s no use. You know how it goes with gossip around here. People’ll keep saying stuff they know ain’t true just because other folks are saying it.”