Part I Part 139 (2/2)
”Maybe someday things will change,” I said.
”Maybe someday,” she agreed. ”I love you. I never stopped loving you, Harry.”
”Yeah,” I said. I choked on the end of the word, and the fire went blurry. ”I love you too. Dammit.” We sat there and warmed up in front of the fire for a couple of minutes before I said, ”When are you leaving?”
”Tomorrow,” she said.
”With Martin?”
She nodded. ”He's a coworker. He's helping me move, watching my back. I have to put everything in order here. Pack some things from the apartment.”
”What kind of work?”
”Pretty much the same kind. Investigate and report. Only I report to a boss instead of to readers.” She sighed and said, ”I'm not supposed to tell you anything else about it.”
”h.e.l.l's bells,” I muttered. ”Will I be able to reach you?”
She nodded. ”I'll set up a drop. You can write. I'd like that.”
”Yeah. Stay in touch.”
Long minutes after that, Susan said, ”You're on a case again, aren't you?”
”Does it show?”
She leaned a little away from me, and I drew my arm back. ”I smelled it,” she said, and stood up to add wood to the fire. ”There's blood on you.”
”Yeah,” I said. ”A woman was killed about five feet away from me.”
”Vampires?” Susan asked.
I shook my head. ”Some kind of demon.”
”Are you okay?”
”Peachy.”
”That's funny, because you look like h.e.l.l,” Susan said.
”I said no scolding.”
She almost smiled. ”You'd be smart to get some sleep.”
”True, but I'm not all that bright,” I said. Besides, I didn't have a prayer of falling asleep now, after talking to her.
”Ah,” she said. ”Is there anything I can do to help?”
”Don't think so.”
”You need rest.”
I waved a hand at the stationery pad. ”I will. I just have to run down a lead first.”
Susan folded her arms, facing me directly. ”So do it after you get some rest.”
”There probably isn't time.”
Susan frowned and picked up the pad. ”Marriott. The hotel?”
”Dunno. Likely.”
”What are you looking for?”
I sighed, too tired to stick to my confidentiality guns very closely. ”Stolen artifact. I think the note is probably about a site for the sale.”
”Who is the buyer?”
I shrugged.
”Lots of legwork, then.”
”Yeah.”
Susan nodded. ”Let me look into this. You get some sleep.”
”It's probably better if you don't-”
She waved a hand, cutting me off. ”I want to help. Let me do this for you.”
I opened my mouth and closed it again. I guess I could relate. I knew how much I'd wanted to help her. I couldn't. It had been tough to handle. It would have been a relief to me to have done her some good, no matter how small it was.
”All right,” I said. ”But just the phone work. Okay?”
”Okay.” She copied down the word and the number on a sheet she tore from the bottom of the memo pad and turned toward the door.
”Susan?” I said.
She paused without turning to look back at me.
”Do you want to get dinner or something? Before you go, I mean. I want to, uh, you know.”
”Say good-bye,” she said quietly.
”Yeah.”
”All right.”
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