The Case of the Missing Secretary (2 page)

“His feet melted,” she grumbled. “What do you want me to do this afternoon, boss?” she asked brightly, changing the subject. “You heard what I told Logan. Find Tansy.”

She groaned. “But Mrs. Deverell disappears without a trace at least two times a month,” she protested. “She always turns up.”

“Usually in the hospital or in jail,” he reminded her, chuckling. “Logan’s mother is a dyed-in-the-wool troublemaker with a fatal Philosophy of life.”

“Yes. ‘If it feels good, do it,’” Tess quoted. “The agency stays solvent because of Tansy’s wanderlust.”

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“Last time she was missing, she started a riot in Newport News, Virginia, claiming to have been kidnapped by a flying saucer,” Dane recalled. “We bailed her out of a sanitarium.” He laughed. “Tansy just likes to start trouble. She’s no lunatic.”

“Most seventy-year-old women have the good sense to stay home. Tansy is a renegade. And she may not be a lunatic, but she does act like one,” Tess said. “Didn’t she go sailboarding in Miami year before last and pick up some middle-eastern potentate who wanted her to join his harem?”

“Yes. And we had to practically kidnap her to get her away from him, to Tansy’s dismay. But as they sometimes say, all the wrong people are locked up. Tansy is a breath of fresh air. A totally un-inhibited free soul.” “Her son isn’t,” Kit said.

“Logan’s straitlaced. But Christopher Deverell isn’t,” Dane said. “Chris is as nutty as his mother, and both of them love to get Logan behind the eight ball.”

“In other words,” Tess said, reading her husband’s mind, “this could be a deliberate disappearance. If Tansy knew he’d fired you, this might be her way of getting even. She did like you.”

“Always,” Kit agreed, smiling as she recalled how well they got along. She suspected Tansy knew how she felt about Logan, too. But remembering it wasn’t going to help things, it only made her sad for what her life was like without her temperamental boss.

She missed the silliest things. She missed the way he spilled cof-fee on his important papers and raised the roof, yelling for her as if she was salvation itself when she came running with a roll of paper towels. She missed evenings when she accompanied him to dinners. It was usually to take notes, and strictly business, but it felt good to wear her prettiest clothes and be in the company of a man who had a mind like a steel-trap and still looked devastating in a dinner jacket. “Kit?”

Tess’s query brought her mind back to the present. “Sorry. I was thinking about where to start looking for Tansy.”

“Call Chris first,” Dane suggested. “Meanwhile, I’m taking Mrs. Lassiter to lunch.”

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“Actually we’re taking lunch to the baby.” Tess chuckled. “I’m still breast-feeding. Don’t mind if we’re a little late. I hate having to leave him at all during the day, even if he is five months old.” “I think I’d feel the same way,” Kit said.

They left and she watched them, faintly envious of the way they seemed to belong together. She’d wanted that with Logan Deverell, but he wanted his scheming lady friend. He was going to get taken to the cleaners, did he but know it, and Kit wasn’t going to be around to mop him up anymore. If he spilled coffee, or even tears, somebody else would have that chore. She wasn’t sorry, she told herself, she wasn’t sorry at all.

She went to work at once. Her first call was, as Dane had suggested, to Christopher Deverell.

“Mother’s gone again,” he said pleasantly. He was only twenty-seven, just two years older than Kit-but eight years younger than Logan. He and Kit and Tansy were like a different generation. No-body ever told Logan that, of course.

“Yes, I know, that’s why I’m calling you,” Kit said with a smile in her tone. “I have to find her.”

“Logan’s office is a mess,” he said. “Logan screamed bloody murder for two solid days and refused to hire anybody else.”

“I know,” she said. “I was due for a change. I was stagnating in that office with the same routine day in and day out-”

“Bull,” Chris said. “You were eaten up with jealousy over the delectable Miss Corley. Everybody knows how you feel about Lo-gan, Kit. Everybody except Logan.”

She didn’t bother to deny it. Chris knew her too well. “He’s going to marry her.”

“So he says. He’ll find her out in time, though. Logan’s no fool. Well, most of the time he’s no fool.” “She’s very pretty.” “So are you.”

“I’m just a walking piece of office furniture that he programmed to do his filing and typing,” Kit said solemnly. “He doesn’t miss me. He’s already found a replacement. Three of them, in fact.”

“Mother found him the best one. She’s a cousin of ours who used to live in San Antonio, and she can type. The other two…well,” he

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said noncommittally. “Let’s just say that they aren’t quite what he had in mind. Melody, that’s our cousin, is the best of them all, but she can’t spell and she’s very nervous trying to answer the telephone.”

“I would be, too, with a glowering boss peering down his nose at me,” Kit muttered. “Don’t you have other relatives in San Antonio?” she asked, remembering some veiled references to people Logan didn’t ever go and visit there.

“Just Emmett. Don’t ever mention Emmett to Logan,” he added. “He has nightmares about his last visit there.”

“I won’t see Logan to mention anybody to him, thank God,” she said curtly.

“You hope. Logan isn’t coping well without you,” he said gently. “He won’t admit it, but life without you is like going around in a blindfold.” “I hope he trips over a potted plant and goes out the window.”

“Naughty, naughty,” he chided. “Don’t you feel guilty, leaving him at the mercy of an office you’re not in?” “No. It’s time he knew what the real world is like,” Kit said.

“From the tidbits I get from Melody, he may try to toss the new receptionist out a window one day soon.”

“Then I hope you know a good lawyer to defend him. I’ll be a character witness for the woman. Just call me.” “Shame on you!” He laughed.

“I hate your brother. I gave him three of the best years of my life and he never even noticed I was around until I told him his new girlfriend was a miner who’d be digging for gold in his hip pocket.” “You should have told Tansy instead. She’d have handled that.”

“No, she wouldn’t,” Kit argued. “Tansy doesn’t believe in interfering. She thinks people should make their own mistakes. She’s right, too,” she muttered. “When he loses his home, his car and his business to his heartthrob, I’m going to phone him twice a day just to say I told you so!”

“Before or after you offer to take dictation for free to help him get back on his feet?”

She sighed. Chris knew her too well. “Where do you think Tansy’s gone?”

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“To Venice,” he said. “She was seen boarding a plane bound for there in Miami.” “Okay. Which airline?”

He told her, along with the flight number and time of departure. She thanked him, cutting off the conversation before he could say anything else. She turned her attention to the task at hand. She had no time to wallow in self-pity.

Minutes later, she knew that Tansy Deverell had bought a ticket to Venice. But the woman who boarded the plane wasn’t Tansy. Whoever Logan’s cunning mother had gotten to take her place had forgotten to limp as she walked down the concourse. Tansy limped just temporarily because of an accident while she was hang gliding.

Kit laughed. She had to be a natural, just as Dane had said. She was getting the hang of this in a big way. She went back to talk to the skip tracers. They were masters at the game of invention to get information, and most of them could find a needle in a haystack within five minutes.

Unfortunately Tansy was harder to find than a needle. They drew a blank.

“I’m sorry,” Doris said, shaking her head. “But she’s harder to find than a white bear in a snowstorm. If she paid someone to take her place on that flight, she did it with cash. You’ll have to find a flight attendant to ask for a description, and even then, it won’t be easy. Those flights to Venice are usually full. Individual faces are hard to remember.”

Kit could have ground her teeth. “What do I do?” she moaned. “Dane will fire me!”

“Oh, not yet,” Doris said, smiling. “He never fires anyone before Friday.” ‘Thanks a lot.”

“I did get you the name of a cabdriver at the airport who remembers an elderly lady with a limp.” Doris chuckled, handing her a slip of paper. “You angel!” “No kissing,” Doris said, warding her off. “You’ll give Adams ideas,” she added with a covert glance at the burly Adams, who playing with a penknife two desks in front of her.

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“There’s not a thing wrong with Adams,” Kit said, smiling. “He’s a doll.”

Adams overheard her and perked up. He got up, straightening his tie, and smiled in Kit’s direction.

“He has homing instincts. You’ll be sorry,” Doris said under her breath. “How about lunch, Kit?” Adams drawled with a hopeful smile.

“I’d love it, Adams,” she replied, “but I have to go track down a cabdriver. Rain check?”

He brightened. He blushed. No woman in the office had ever offered him a rain check. He lost ten years and his morose expression. Doris studied him with renewed interest. “Rain check,” he agreed.

Doris toyed with her pen. “I’m not doing anything for lunch,” she said to herself.

Adams thought he might have a heart attack. Two women found him interesting in less than two minutes. Maybe his luck was finally changing. Kit was pretty, and petite Doris was adorable, even with salt-and-pepper hair and glasses. “How about a chicken burger, Doris?” he asked quickly. “I’ll buy!” Doris beamed at him. “I’d love that!”

Kit eased out the door with relief and delight. Doris and Adams were both middle-aged loners with no family to speak of. Why hadn’t anyone ever thought of tossing them together?

That made her think of salads, and she remembered that she hadn’t had any lunch. Thanks to Logan Deverell, she’d probably starve. If she didn’t die of pneumonia from standing around in wet clothes. First, she was going home to change and eat a sandwich. Then she’d find that cabbie.

Chapter Two Kit found the cabdriver without great difficulty. Yes, he did remember an elderly woman with a limp. He’d taken her to the bus station.

With fervent thanks, Kit rushed over to the bus station. One of the ticket agents remembered a silver-haired woman with a limp. She’d taken a bus to San Antonio.

Kit groaned. She shouldn’t have taken time to change clothes and eat lunch. By the time she could get to San Antonio, Tansy would be long gone.

She went back to the office, downcast and gloomy, to tell Dane what she’d found out.

“Chris mentioned a relative in San Antonio named Emmett, but I don’t know if he’s got the same last name as Logan and Chris.”

But Dane only grinned. “No problem,” he said. “I’ve got a contact in San Antonio who owes me a favor. This will be a great time to collect.” “Will I need to go out there?” she asked hesitantly.

“Of course not. Logan only wants to know where she is. We won’t be obliged to follow her. Not yet, anyway,” he added with a knowing smile.

Kit was given a new assignment, one which wasn’t quite as interesting as trying to find an elderly needle in a haystack. A man wanted his wife followed to see if she was two-timing him. This

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was relatively easy for Kit to do, especially since the woman seemed bent on a shopping spree.

Staying a little behind the woman, Kit was just congratulating herself on her stealth when Logan Deverell loomed up in her path and brought her to a standstill.

”Where is the Dawson file?” he demanded. “Some private detective you are, you can’t even put things in their proper place!”

Kit could have hit him. The woman she’d been shadowing couldn’t possibly have missed hearing her loud ex-boss denouncing her. Sure enough, the woman gave her a startled glance and dived toward the nearest cab.

“There, look what you’ve done,” Kit cried, exasperated. “I’m on a case! I was shadowing a client, for heaven’s sake…!”

“I want the Dawson file,” he said. “None of those would-be secretaries have any idea how to find it. You’ve got to come back with me. I’m going to lose my most influential client if you don’t.” “I should care?” she burst out.

He glowered down at her. His dark eyes narrowed with irritation. “You’re costing me time,” he muttered, slamming back the immaculate white cuff of his shirt so that he could see the gold watch imbedded in the thick, curling black hair on his muscular wrist.

“I was on a case,” she pointed out. “You hijacked me. Speaking of hijacking-“

He was pulling her along as she spoke. “Can’t you be quiet for two minutes running?” he asked conversationally. “All you need to do is find a file. What’s so difficult about that?”

While she was trying to formulate it in words of one syllable that he might be able to understand, he helped her into his gray Lincoln.

I’m crazy, that’s what I am, Kit thought as he got in under the wheel. He’s blown an assignment for me, fired me, humiliated me and here I am letting him lead me to his office to work for him on my own time! Well, actually, she admitted it was on Dane’s time.

“Have you found my mother yet?” he asked as he pulled away from the curb. “We’re working on it,” she said.

He cocked a busy eyebrow. “I thought you were in charge of the case?”

The Case of the Missing Secretary 315 “I am. But I lost her at the bus station.” He chuckled. “My mother wouldn’t be caught dead on a bus.”

“She would and did, to escape surveillance. Doesn’t she have a relative named Emmett in San Antonio?” she persisted, remembering only then that Chris had warned her never to mention him.

“Oh, yes,” he said with a vicious glare. “Emmett lives in San Antonio, as near as not. But I guarantee she wouldn’t go there. Nobody in the family will go near the place. You’d have to be out of your ever-loving mind to want to go and see Emmett, even if you were hiding out from the police!”