Death Runs in the Family (10 page)

Flint swung his head around to look at me, wearing a slight smile. I don’t know if it was the new neck scarf I sported—the one with four eyes and two tails—or the abundance of cat hair floating about in the air. Cats tend to shed when they get stressed, and the fur was flying. He sobered before he asked, “Where to now, Lee?”

“Back the car up into the shadows, and let’s stick around for a while.” He turned off the overhead light, put the car in reverse, and backed up several car lengths into

complete darkness. We sat in the dark with the motor running, me thinking hard.

After about a minute, I said, “When we get out of here, the first thing I need to do is find me a hotel room for tonight. I’m blown.”

“Don’t be silly, Papoose. You’ll stay in the guest bedroom. You’ve even got your own private bathroom.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I come with a menagerie.”

“I’m sure. Now hush.”

“I guess I’ll take the couch,” Nick muttered.

“And damned lucky I don’t lock you in a closet,” said Flint.

“Gentlemen, your attention, please.” I sat erect and strained my eyes into the gloomy night. Even the cats tensed up. “Someone’s coming.”

We watched the half-lit figure of a lone man hurry to the BMW, unlock the driver’s door, and get inside, not checking the cargo contents. He slammed the door shut, started the car and drove out so fast you could hear the screech of tires.

“Wow!’ I said, “I wonder where he’s going in such a hurry?”

“We’re about to find out,” said Flint, putting his Jeep in drive and heading out.

Several minutes later, the cellphone rang, and it was Richard. “I’ve got the owner of that BMW for you. It’s Eddie Crackmeir, just like you thought.”

“Kelli’s uncle, right?”

“Not exactly. Try husband.”

I gave a quick glance to the back of Nick’s head in the front seat and lowered my voice.

“Say that again.”

“Eddie Crackmeir, and that’s C-r-a-c-k-m-e-i-r. Her husband. Recorded marriage certificate, Oklahoma, five years ago. Her father had to sign consent. No record of a divorce. In

fact, they own a house together in Vegas and last year they did a joint tax return. They’ve been married since she was seventeen, and he was twenty-seven. And it gets better.”

“I can hardly wait.”

“Eddie has worked at MAPLAB for the past two years. He’s a technician but a recently demoted one. Seems he made a couple of errors on the screening of micro-components for a smart bomb, which cost the company a bundle in government penalties. They would have fired him if he hadn’t been a union man. It’s amazing what you can learn from online personnel files when their firewalls aren’t adequate. Let that be a lesson to you.”

“So a disgruntled employee.”

“Seems so.”

“That address, is it 1752 Cactus Blossom Lane?” I asked, as Flint slowed down, and we watched the BMW pull into the driveway of a modest, single-family house, bright porch light announcing the address.

“Yes.”

The car door opened, the short squat man got out, slammed it shut, and scurried inside the house. Once again, without checking for the cargo contents. Either he had totally forgotten about the cats, or he had something more important on his mind.

“Okay, thanks, Richard. I’ll take it from here. And thanks again for bugging Tugger’s carrier. We might not have ever found them if it hadn’t been for that chip.”

“About the chip, Lee.” Richard cleared his throat, and I did an inward groan. The clearing of my brother’s throat usually meant some sort of lecture was about to ensue. He went on.

“What I was trying to do was find a more economical way of making a smaller, traceable microchip for use in pets. The smaller they are, the more expensive. The chip you found on Nick’s dog tags probably runs three to four thousand

dollars at a minimum, not including the expense of transferring information, which can be almost as much.”

“Hmmm. Does that mean each chip is duly accounted for or numbered? You can’t just take one from the factory like a nail and hope nobody will notice?”

“Exactly.”

“So there’s a sizable monetary investment here, unless they stole it.”

“Exactly.”

“The plot thickens.”

“You still have the microchip, Lee?”

“On me.”

“I can check its serial number against MAPLABS records; see what the history is. Try to get it to me first thing in the morning. We need to know what we’re dealing with.”

“Right,” I said, thinking about the list with Gurn’s name on it, as well. Another thing we needed to deal with ASAP. “First thing in the morning, I’ll see what I can do. Meanwhile, thank everyone for a job well done. Now go home and go to sleep.” I hung up.

The porch lights to the house went out, but no light inside the house came on. Whatever Eddie was doing inside there, he was doing in total darkness.

Flint had been idling his Jeep across the street for a full five minutes. A nondescript man walking two Greyhounds on the other side of the street stopped and stared at us. “Flint, I think we’ve seen enough. Let’s get out of here.”

He nodded and pulled out. I leaned back in the seat, covered with cats and cat hair. Tugger started to purr in one ear, and Baba nuzzled the other, when the cellphone rang again.

Still fisted in my hand, I looked at the number of the incoming call. It was Gurn.

“Hi, sweetheart.” I whispered. “We all still love you.”

“And who would “all” be? You, Baba, and Tugger?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t wait until tomorrow night. I finished my last meeting a few minutes ago. I’m going to catch some zzz’s now. I’ll file a flight plan first thing in the morning and be home around nine-thirty, ten a.m. west coast time.”

I sat bolt upright. Claws raked at my neck from the sudden movement. I did some of my fastest thinking. Flint must have sensed I needed some privacy, because he turned the radio on to a classical station and began to whistle along with “Clair de Lune” to help drown out my conversation.

“Good, good. But listen, how about making a short stop in Vegas and picking us up on the way? That would be Tugger, Baba, and me.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

“You’re in Vegas?”

“Yes,” I said, keeping my voice as low as possible.

“You’re in Vegas…with the cats?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” he said, dragging the word out. “This is doable. I’m not carrying any other passengers or cargo, so I can fuel up there. Dare I ask why you’re in Vegas?”

“Let’s not go into that yet, but suffice it to say, everybody’s fine; we’re all well, if not a little tired, and we need to hitch a ride back to Palo Alto tomorrow morning.” I turned to Baba clinging to the left side of my neck. With the help of the passing lights of Las Vegas Boulevard, I could see her furry face clearly. Green eyes looked back at me underneath a silky soft gray forehead, the rest of her face surrounded by abundant, long and shiny white fur. She was so cute. I kissed her lightly on her little pink nose, something that if my mother had seen me do, she’d have forced me to use an antibacterial scrub for a month.

“Say hi to your daddy, Baba.” And hot damn if this sweet thing didn’t give forth with a charming meow, right on cue. Not to be outdone, Tugger let out one of his, only more along the lines of an air raid siren with its butt caught in a wringer.

“As you can hear, Gurn, all is well.”

“Glad of it.”

“I just thought of something. Do you have to do a manifest? Because if you do, put down a three-gallon tank with Lady Gaga in it. But not the singer, a goldfish.”

“You have a goldfish named Lady Gaga with you?”

“Yes.”

“As well as the cats? I just want to get the lineup right. For the manifest. Anything else?” His voice contained more humor than I thought appropriate, but I let it go. After all, he wasn’t mad or upset and that was a bonus.

“I’ll have a microchip with me but—”

“A microchip? Man, the things you miss out on when you’re in all-day meetings.”

“But I don’t think you have to write that down. It’ll be in my knapsack. And, Gurn darling, you’re not running any races in between now and when I see you, are you?”

Another pause. “Gee, I had one scheduled for three-o’clock this morning, but it got cancelled at the last minute. What are you on, anyway?”

“Nothing.” My voice came out a little huffier than I’d planned, but it had been a stressful day. I softened my tone. “I’m not on anything, but please don’t run any races before I talk to you.”

He laughed and said, “This can be arranged.”

“I mean it. No races.”

“Not a problem. I’m going straight to bed. I’ll see you at North Las Vegas Airport, around eight a.m. Do you know where it is?”

“I’ll find it.”

“Good. I’ll call you from somewhere over the Rockies. I’m hoping you will explain all of this in more detail when I see you.”

“You got it.”

“I love you.”

“Backatcha.”

* * * *

At Flint’s apartment, the three of us struggled inside with our respective loads. Lady Gee—no longer called Lady Gaga, because she was now in the Witness Protection Program—was stashed on the desk in the guest bedroom by a reluctant but cooperative Nick. I noticed her water was on the murky side, and she was lethargic. I set the cats down on the double bed, where they huddled in the center, their eyes following my every move. I plugged in Lady Gee’s heat lamp and water filter, and she immediately started swimming around again. Flint carried in the litter pan and dishes, set them on the floor of the bathroom, and headed for the door. He opened it and turned back.

“I’m about to order a pizza.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, round jar of dry fish food. “Here,” he said, handing it off to me. “You might want to feed this to the fish before you feed the fish to the cats.” He winked at me to show he was kidding. “Want anything else?”

“Thanks. Could you order a hamburger for the cats? Just a burger, no bun. Flint, I was wondering if you could hang onto Nick for a while, at least until we find out what’s on the chip.”

“No problem. He’s my new best buddy.”

The long-time family friend looked at me with such warmth, compassion, and willingness to do whatever, I felt tears spring to my eyes. I shook my head, looking away for a moment. I turned back with a bright smile and ran fingers through my hair, which hadn’t been brushed since early morning. I looked like I got caught in a wind tunnel and felt even worse. Talk about being tired!

He looked down at me. “Lee, the front door is locked from the inside with a combination lock. This way Nicky Boy can’t do a disappearing act in the middle of the night. But in an emergency, I want you to have the four numbers; in case you need to get out, okay?”

I nodded.

“One, three, six, four. Got it?”

I nodded again.

“And I don’t have a landline. The only phone in the apartment is my cellphone, and it’s on me at all times.” Flint touched the breast pocket of his jacket.

“I’m glad,” I said. “I think it’s better if Nick stays incommunicado for a while.”

“Trust not the rabbit in the middle of his flight.”

The thought of Tío’s bunnies came into my mind. Even though Richard promised to call him, I’ll bet my uncle was still anxious. I should talk to him in person; relieve his mind.

Flint hesitated in the doorway. “One last thing, Lee, and I only mention this because it may prove useful down the line. One of my nephews works at the Fantasy Lady doing a lounge lizard act. He sometimes performs in the penthouse. The act’s pretty bad, but he owes me a couple of favors, so keep it in mind.”

“You’re just the gift that keeps on giving, aren’t you?” I looked at him in awe. “I mean that. ‘Thanks’ doesn’t even cover it. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

He came back and planted a kiss on my forehead. “Hey, what Bobby Alvarez did for my kid, I try to do for his. I can never pay your dad back, but I can try.”

“I think we’re even now, Lonato.”

“I’ll let you know when we are. Keep this door locked,” Flint went on. “I’ll bring you some food when it arrives. Try to get some rest.”

He started to cross back to the door, but my voice stopped him. “In case nobody’s ever told you, you’re a good man, Lonato Tall Trees, one of the best.”

He turned back to me. “There is a Native American saying, Papoose, and one I try to live by:
When you were born, you cried, and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries, and you rejoice.
” He left shutting the door behind him.

I went over, threw the bolt, and leaned against the door. I looked back at the bed and watched the cats separate, gingerly sniff the mattress and its perimeter, come together and touch noses, reassuring one another they were okay. Friendship comes in all forms.

I opened the top on the fish food and sprinkled a few flakes on the water. Lady Gee came running, while I hit the speed dial number for home. Tío answered on the second ring.