Dino rang the bell. No answer. He rang it again. “What the hell,” he said, slipping the passkey into the lock.

54

Stone followed Dino into the suite, gun in hand.

“Hello?” Dino called. “Hotel maintenance. Anybody home?” He walked quickly to the bedroom door, flattened himself against the wall, and nodded to Stone.

Stone pushed the door open with his foot and stepped tentatively into the room. “Hotel maintenance. Anybody there?”

Dino put a foot against his backside and pushed him into the bedroom.

“Just like old times,” Stone said. “First through the door again.”

“You have a lousy memory,” Dino said, following him into the room.

They looked around. Everything seemed perfectly normal.

“Check the closet,” Dino said.

“You think she’s in there? You check it.”

Dino opened the closet door, and the light came on. Inside hung half a dozen outfits. “She travels pretty light, for a woman.”

Stone pointed at the upper shelf, where three wigs rested on plastic forms. “Not every woman travels with that much hair.”

“Okay,” Dino said, “let’s turn it over, but leave everything exactly as it is.”

“What are we looking for?”

“Evidence. I’d love to find the weapon she’s been using.”

“It’s probably tucked into her bra.”

“I’m willing to look there.”

They went to work.

Downstairs in the Café Carlyle, Bobby Short’s performance was drawing to a close. The applause was long and warm.

“Well,” the man next to her at the bar said. “Can I buy you a nightcap?”

“I’m staying here,” she said. “Why don’t you let me buy you one upstairs? There’s a bar in my suite.”

He held out a hand. “I’m Jeff Purdue. You’re on.”

“I’m Darlene King. Right this way.”

They fell in with the crowd leaving the café.

“I take it you’re not a New Yorker?” he said.

“I’m a Texan, sugar.”

“Dallas?”

“Sometimes.”

“What do you do down there?”

“My husband’s in the oil business.”

“You have a husband? I hope he’s in Dallas.”

“He sure is. If I know him, he’s in bed with his secretary right this minute.”

His hand dropped from her waist to her ass. “What you need is a little revenge,” he said.

“Believe me, I know the deep satisfactions of revenge,” she replied.

Stone stopped looking. “That’s it. There’s nothing more.”

“There’s a safe in the closet,” Dino said. “I’ll call the manager. We’ll get it opened.”

“It’s late,” Stone said, looking at his watch. “We don’t want her to walk in on us.”

“I need some evidence.”

“She’s obviously carrying the weapon.”

“We don’t even know this is her suite,” Dino said.

“It’s her suite,” Stone said.

“How do you know?”

“Because when I met her the first time, she was wearing a red wig that’s now on the shelf of her closet.”