He'd have to return the vehicle eventually, but suspended wasn't fired. The captain was going to have to ask for the damn car back.
He'd gone to both martial-arts academies and talked with the directors. One guy had been obnoxious. Your typical ass-kiss-craving, self-defense lunatic who'd convinced himself he was actually Asian. In spite of the fact that he was as white as Butch was.
The other man had been just plain weird. He'd looked like a 1950s milkman, with blond hair that had obviously been hit with some pomade and a bright, annoying smile that had missed its Pepsodent ad by nearly half a century. The guy had bent over to be helpful, but something was off. Butch's bullshit detector had spiked a serious woody the minute Mr. Mayberry had opened his mouth.
And the guy had smelled like a sissy, besides.
Butch leaped up Beth's front steps and rang her buzzer.
He'd left her a voice mail at work and at home telling her he was coming over. He was about to hit the button again when he saw her through the glass door, coming into the lobby.
Goddamn.
She had on a wraparound black dress that just about brought his headache back, it was so perfect for her. The vee in front dipped down and showed a little of her breasts. The tight waist set off her slim hips beautifully. And the slit up one side showed a flash of thigh with every step she took. Her heels were tall, making her ankles look fragile and lovely.
She looked up from the purse she'd been rummaging around in and seemed surprised to see him.
Her hair was up. He thought about what it would be like to take it down.
She opened the door. “Butch.”
“Hi.” He felt tongue-tied as a kid.
“I got your messages,” she said softly.
He stepped back so she could come outside. “You got time to talk?”
Even though he knew what her answer was going to be.
“Ah, not right now.”
“Where are you going?”
“I have a date.”
“With whom?”
She met his eyes with such deliberate calmness, he knew the next thing she said was going to be a lie.
“No one special.”
Yeah, right.
“What happened to the man last night, Beth? Where is he?”
“I don't know.”
“You're lying.”
Her eyes never wavered from his. “If you'll excuse me—”
He gripped her arm. “Do not go to him.”
The low sound of an engine filled the silence between them. A large black Mercedes with tinted windows pulled up. Real drug-lord time.
“Ah, fuck, Beth.” He squeezed her arm, desperate to get her attention. “Don't do this. You're aiding and abetting a suspect.”
“Let go of me, Butch.”
“He's dangerous.”
“And you aren't?”
He dropped his hold.
“Tomorrow,” she said, stepping back. “We'll talk tomorrow. Meet me here after work.”
Getting frantic, he put his body in her path. “Beth, I can't let you—”
“Are you going to arrest me?”
Not as a cop, he couldn't. Not unless he was reinstated to the force.
“No. I won't take you in.”
“Thank you.”
“I'm not doing it as a favor,” he said bitterly as she walked around him. “Beth, please.”
She paused. “Nothing is as it seems.”
“I don't know. I've got a pretty fucking clear picture. You're protecting a killer, and there's a serious chance you're going to get stuffed into a pine box. Do you understand what this guy is? I've seen his face up close. When his hand was around my neck and he was squeezing the life right out of me. A man like that has murder in his blood. It's his nature. How can you go to him? Hell, how can you let him walk the streets?”
“He's not like that.”
But the words were phrased as a question.
The car door opened, and a little old man in a tuxedo got out.
“Mistress, is there a difficulty?” the man asked her solicitously, while at the same time shooting Butch the evil eye.
“No, Fritz. No problem.” She smiled, but it was a shaky one. “Tomorrow, Butch.”
“If you live that long.”
She paled, but rushed down the stairs, sliding into the car.
After a moment Butch got into his. And trailed them.
When Havers heard footsteps coming toward the dining room, he looked up from his plate with a frown. He'd been hoping to make it through his meal without an interruption.
But it wasn't one or the doggen coming in with news that a patient had arrived to be treated.
“Marissa!” He rose from his chair.
She marshaled a smile for him. “I thought I would come down. I'm tired of spending so much time in my room.”