“There was just one other thing,” he said, his brow furrowing. “She asked a funny question.”
“Did she want Mrs. Meadow’s home address?”
“No. She asked if a man with red hair had been staying with you. If you now lived together.”
Kit stared at him, stunned by the craziness of his revelation. Sasha had come down here trying to figure out if Kelman was camped out with her. If Sasha was really involved with him, how could she be wondering where he was living? It suggested that Kelman had told her the truth. Sasha was obsessed with him.
But what else did it mean? Was Sasha also doing Wainwright’s bidding, attempting to suss out her whereabouts?
“What did you tell her?”
“I told her I didn’t discuss my tenants’ personal affairs. But will there be someone living with you? I need to know for the lease, of course.”
Kit shook her head.
“No, no one is going to be living with me, Andre. And certainly not a red-haired man.”
“All right then.” He shrugged. “You know what my son says—though I don’t think it’s true. Most people are descended from monkeys, but redheads are descended from cats.”
She laughed in spite of herself. Maybe that explained a few things, she thought.
She and the super lugged her belongings downstairs. Before she closed the door of the taxi, she pressed twenty-five dollars into Andre’s hand for his efforts, and urged him to say nothing about her to anyone. As the taxi made its way north, Andre’s revelation ate at her. If Sasha had deduced from his comment that Kit was at Baby’s, she might be watching the apartment building on Park Avenue, and that meant Baby was exposed, too.
“What’s she up to, do you think?” Baby asked after Kit shared the new development.
“I don’t know. It could be that she’s in the thick of things and has been told to play detective and figure out where I am. As a potential client of mine, she’s got a cover. I’m just worried she may have deduced I’m staying with you.”
“This place is like a fortress, but we should take extra precautions. Write down a description of her and let me go speak to the concierge. I’ll tell him to be on the lookout for anyone like that. I’ll say it’s a client who’s gone off her rocker.”
After Baby headed downstairs, Kit wandered into the guest room. There was an urgent call she needed to make, one she’d considered the entire cab ride north. She dug out her phone and tapped Garrett Kelman’s number. It didn’t surprise her when she reached his voicemail.
“Garrett,” she said. “I know you’re not keen on speaking to me, but I need your advice. Sasha Glen has been snooping around my apartment building. It’s important that I understand more about the problems you had with her. Can you get in touch with me, please?”
He called back two minutes later.
“What do you mean snooping around?” he asked. His voice was cool, distant sounding, but she could detect a note of alarm.
She related what her super had told her.
“Did you ever listen to the voicemail message I left you—the one about Sasha?” he said.
“Yes. But I admit, I was reluctant to believe it. Until now.”
“You need to watch out for her, Kit. Stay as far away from her as possible.”
“Do you think she’s involved in the insider trading?”
“I was wrong about Matt Healy so who am I to say for sure, but my guess is that she’s too much of a loose cannon for anyone to have included her in that kind of scheme. There’s something truly off with her.”
“What could she want with me?”
“She may have figured out, from things she’s overheard, that we’ve been in contact. And she sees you as a threat.”
“But why would she jump to the conclusion that we’re involved?”
“It wouldn’t take much for her to decide that. Like I told you in my message, I went to bed with her just a couple of times and she became fixated. She imagined this whole relationship with me that didn’t exist.”
“And now she’s imagining you and I are together.”
“Sounds like it. What were you doing down at your apartment? I thought you were going to be careful. I know this is frustrating, Kit, but you just have to be patient and watch your back at all times.”
“I am going to watch my back. But I refuse to shut my entire life down. Who