when she saw we were leaving, which delighted Mr. Contreras so much he repeated it several times on our way down the stairs.
42
A Love Story/A Horror Story
When we got home, the two vets followed us inside. Staff Sergeant Jepson seemed to think I needed extra support on my way up the stairs. I wondered if he saw me as elderly and frail or mature and exciting, and then I remembered Kystarnik’s thug calling me a dried-up cougar the previous night and felt myself blushing.
Jake and his friends were still rehearsing. They were working on Berio’s Sequenze, discordant, not to everyone’s taste. Still, I resented it when Tim Radke muttered, “Sounds like that guy Urbanke’s cat is dying in there,” and Petra burst out laughing.
“Vic, you totally rock! How did you even know he’d built a shrine to Nadia?” my cousin demanded when we were inside my place.
I bent over the piano bench and slipped Allie’s journal inside my score of Don Giovanni. “I didn’t. Lucky guess. Even luckier was when the cat ran for cover.”
The adrenaline wave I’d been riding began to recede, leaving me so overcome with fatigue that I had to hold on to the piano for support. I guess the answer to my question was “elderly and frail.”
“That wasn’t lucky!” Mr. Contreras huffed. “I have half a mind to report him to Animal Control, keeping a cat like that. Wild animal, it attacked my dog.”
“Just don’t let them see the poor, abused victim,” I said, collapsing on the piano bench.
Mitch grinned up at me, red tongue lolling, to show he knew he was a con artist—and what was I going to do about it.
I looked at Petra and the two vets. “Thank you all for your help tonight, but I need to get some rest.”
“Hey, no way,” my cousin said. “We didn’t go through all that so you could go to bed. We’re reading Allie’s journal before we leave.”
I pushed myself to my feet and propelled Petra into the kitchen. “You’re not a child, and I’m not your nanny, so don’t start whining and cajoling. Looking at a piece of evidence in a murder investigation is not the same thing as begging for a new bike.”
“I told you when I agreed to work for you, I won’t be bullied.” Petra scowled.
“And I told you I was running a detective agency. If you want to be part of it, please respect the fact that we are working for people who often are in desperate need. You had one assignment tonight, to hold on to the dogs. You blew that. Mitch roared around Urbanke’s apartment and was a major nuisance until Tim grabbed his leash and got him under control.”
“If Mitch hadn’t gotten away, he wouldn’t have freaked out Urbanke’s cat and we wouldn’t have gotten in to find that creepy shrine. I did you a favor.”
“You’ll get your Distinguished Service Medal first thing in the morning,” I said drily. “In the meantime, if you want to keep working for me you can’t be playing games. And you can’t ignore your assignments because they’re dull, or because you’re flirting with Tim Radke.”
“I don’t believe you,” Petra cried. “Is this about you being jealous because I’m young and attractive?”
I was so angry I jammed my hands into my pockets to keep from slapping her. “Weren’t you the one who chewed me out yesterday for teasing you about your youthful attractiveness? Your looks are off limits, but my age isn’t?”
She glared at me, but asked, “Am I fired?”
“Not tonight. But you are not captain of this expedition.”
I went back to the living room, wondering how long it would be before I ended up in the Dwight women’s prison for murdering Petra.
Jepson and Radke got to their feet. “We’ll take off now, ma’am,” the staff sergeant said. “Thank you for dinner.”
“Thanks for coming along tonight,” I said. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Jepson flushed. “A pleasure to help you, ma’am. Vic.”
“What is this? A recruiting commercial for the Marines?” Tim punched his friend in the ribs, and added to Petra, who was trailing behind me, “We’re going to Plotzky’s to catch the last period of the Hawks game. Want to come along?”
My cousin smiled warmly at the two young men, glowered at me to make sure I knew I was not forgiven, and bounded out of the apartment with them. It was harder to move Mr. Contreras and the dogs, but they finally left as well.
I moved slowly through my nighttime