And then, while he was saying something I felt no need to attend to, I dug out my wallet and managed to find the little card she’d given me.
“My appointment’s with Keith,” I said. “But what good is this? It was almost two weeks ago.”
“You okay, Mac?”
“No,” I said. I turned the card over and frowned at what was written on it. “RH-sevenone-eight-oh-two,” I read. “Let’s try that, all right? Drive me there.”
“Mac?”
“Hmmm?”
“That’s a phone number.”
“It is?”
“Rhinelander seven, that’s the exchange. My phone is all numbers, but some people still got letters and numbers. I think it’s more classy, myself.”
“I agree with you.”
“But I can’t drive you to a phone number.”
“The address is right under it,” I said, squinting. “Right under it.” The letters, I did not add, were squirming around before my very eyes.
“Wanta read it to me?”
“In a minute or so,” I said, “that’s just what I’m going to do.”
She lived in a renovated brickfront on East Eighty-fourth, just a block and a half from the river. I found her bell and rang it, not expecting anything to happen, and while I was preparing to let myself in she asked who I was via the intercom. I told her and she buzzed me in. I climbed three flights of stairs and found her waiting in the doorway, clothed in a blue velour robe and a frown.
She said, “Bernie? Are you all right?”
“No.”
“You look as if—did you say you’re not all right? What’s the matter?”
“I’m drunk,” I said. She stepped aside and I walked past her into a small studio apartment. A sofa had converted itself into a bed and she had evidently just emerged therefrom to let me in.
“You’re drunk?”
“I’m drunk,” I agreed. “I had olive oil and white wine and soda and Scotch and rocks. The soda water gave me the bends and the ice cracked my stomach.”
“The ice—?”
“Cracked my stomach. It also shrinks the blood vessels, the veins and the arteries. Crème de menthe gives you diabetes but I stayed the hell away from it.” I took off my tie, rolled it up, put it in my pocket. I took off my jacket, aimed it at a chair. “I don’t know what the olive oil does,” I said, “but I don’t think it was a good idea.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m getting undressed,” I said. “What does it look like I’m doing? I found out a lot about Crystal. I just hope I remember some of it in the morning. I certainly can’t remember it now.”
“You’re taking your pants off.”
“Of course I am. Oh, hell, I better take my shoes off first. I usually get the order right but I’m in rotten shape tonight. Wine’s made out of grapes and it poisons the blood. Brandy’s distilled so that purifies it.”
“Bernie, your shoes—”
“I know,” I said. “I’ve got a cop in my lobby and something even worse on my shoe. I know all that.”
“Bernie—”
I got into bed. There was only one pillow. I took it and put my head on it and I pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes and shut out the world.
CHAPTER
Nine
After six or seven hours’ sleep, after the fourth aspirin and the third cup of coffee, the fog began to break up and disperse. I looked over at Jillian, who sat in a sling chair balancing a coffee cup on her knee. “I’m sorry,” I said, not for the first time.
“Forget it, Bernie.”
“Bursting in on you like that in the middle of the night. Jumping out of my clothes and diving into your bed. What’s so funny?”
“You make it sound like rape. You had too much to drink, that’s all. And you needed a place to stay.”
“I could have gone to a hotel. If I’d had the brains to think of it.”
“You might have had trouble finding one that would rent you a room.”
I lowered my eyes. “I must have been a mess.”
“Well, you weren’t at your best. I cleaned off your shoe, incidentally.”
“God, that’s something else for me to apologize for. Why do people keep dogs in the city?”
“To protect their apartments from burglars.”
“That’s a hell of a reason.” I drank some more coffee and patted my breast pocket, looking for a cigarette. I quit a few years ago but I still reach for the pack now and then. Old habits die hard. “Say, where did you, uh, sleep last night?”
“In the chair.”
“I’m really sorry.”
“Bernie, stop it.” She smiled, looking remarkably fresh for someone who had spent the night in