Part 39 (1/2)

”Something you need, sir?” the officer asked.

”Nah. Just thinking.” The pirate spoke from just behind them.

”Later.” The footsteps receded and the door opened, letting in the sound of wind and the street.

Dar pushed the paper back over to the officer. ”There you go.”

She leaned back, feeling the tension relax from her shoulders.

”Always quiet like this here?”

Mr. Steel took the paper. ”Oh, mostly,” he said. ”Fridays, payday, it gets a little hectic.” He smiled, then looked curiously at Dar. ”Beg your pardon, Ms. Roberts, but did you know Mr. Chasiki, the gentleman who was just here?”

Dar glanced Kerry's way. Kerry's eyes widened slightly and her pale brows lifted. ”He seemed a little familiar,” she temporized.

”Why?”

”Oh, he was staring at you, and I was just wondering,” the officer said easily.

Dar turned and gazed at the closed door, then looked back at Mr. Steel. She shrugged. ”Who is he?”

The banker shrugged back. ”He's known to be a ladies' man,”

he said. ”Bit of a rogue, but a generous one.” He handed over the box. ”Here you go, Ms. Roberts. I hope you do take care and put this somewhere soon. It's really not a good idea to be carrying it.”

Dar stood and lifted her backpack, then opened the box and transferred the bound stacks of bills to the pack. ”Thanks for the warning.” She finished stas.h.i.+ng the cash and zipped up the pack, handing him back the box. ”Nice doing business with you.” She shouldered the knapsack, adjusting it around her shoulders and pulling the straps tight. ”Ker?”

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Kerry gave the officer a brief smile, rising and joining Dar as they headed for the door. She put a hand on her partner's arm as they exited the bank, both of them looking left and right as the sunlight hit them. ”Dar, that was creepy.”

”That was very creepy,” Dar acknowledged. ”C'mon. I want to get hold of Bud and get rid of this cash before we do anything else.”

Her senses were jangling. ”Last thing we need is for that Chasiki to follow us and hold us up.”

Kerry looked around nervously. ”You really think he would?”

”I'd rather not find out.” Dar took out her cell phone and opened it. She dialed Bud's number. After two rings, he picked up.

”Bud, it's Dar.” Dar spoke into the receiver crisply. ”Did you get hold of your friend?” She waited for the answer. ”Good. We're heading back to the hotel now.” She closed the phone and clipped it to her belt. ”We'll take care of that, then ...”

”Seeing the pirate kinda throws a wrench into things, huh?”

Kerry asked. ”At least we have his name now.”

”And he has mine,” Dar reminded her. ”Kerry, I don't know if going to the police here is a good idea.” She started walking back toward the hotel. ”I just don't know who we can trust. If we go to the cops and tell them, and they're in on it, then what? They're gonna want to protect him.”

Kerry sighed. ”Yikes.”

Dar shook her head as they crossed the street and headed for the long climb up. They'd walked for just a few minutes when Dar heard footsteps behind them. She used an appreciative look around to glance behind her, and sure enough, two men were meandering up the slope after them. ”Son of a b.i.t.c.h.”

Kerry looked. ”Cripes,” she muttered. ”Maybe they're not following us, Dar. We could just be a little paranoid.”

True. Dar swerved, and the smell of coffee and hot dough hit her. She pulled Kerry into a shop they were pa.s.sing and went over to the counter. ”Two johnnycakes and two coffees, please.”

The man behind the counter handed both over readily, accepting Dar's cash and giving her change. Dar picked up one of the cakes and handed Kerry the other, then took her coffee. She strolled casually to the entrance and leaned against it, waiting.

Kerry eased up behind her.

At first there was only silence. Then abruptly, the two men pa.s.sed the shop, talking casually to each other and not giving Dar so much as a second glance.

Kerry released her held breath and took a bite of her cake.

”Mm,” she murmured.

”Good call,” Dar complimented quietly. ”C'mon.”

They eased out of the shop and continued up the stepped street. ”This would be a great morning workout,” Kerry*231 commented, almost dizzy with relief.

”Oh yeah,” Dar agreed. She finished her cake and dusted off her fingers, then took a sip of the coffee. ”Ugh. Gross.” She stopped dead and looked for a garbage can.

”I was wondering when you'd realize you took it from there without any cream or sugar.” Kerry smiled. ”I figured we were going to toss the stuff in those guys' faces. I never dreamed you'd try to drink it.”

”Yeah, yeah.” Dar disposed of the offending beverage and resumed her climb. She was still uneasy, and the inn at the top of the hill seemed a very long way off. Three-quarters of the way up, she heard footsteps again. She glanced at Kerry, and they both looked around. Six men were coming up after them. They looked at each other. ”Race ya,” Kerry murmured, increasing her pace to a jog.

Dar followed suit and they powered up the steps. They heard the men behind them speed up as well. Twenty more steps to go and they'd be at the inn level. Ten, and they heard the men catching up. Five, and Dar could hear the heavy breathing. Then they topped the steps and were in front of the inn. Dar spotted Bud waiting in front of the door for them and she headed in his direction, Kerry sticking to her like a flea on a dog.

The steps behind them stopped. Dar slowed her pace and risked a glance behind her, only to see the men cl.u.s.tered at the top, apparently in an argument. Bud watched the two women curiously as they approached, c.o.c.king his head as they pulled up next to him.

Bud looked past them to the men. ”What's up?”

”Tell you later,” Dar said. ”Let's go inside.”

Bud was staring over her shoulder, his eyes narrowed. Dar turned to look, but the six men were melting back down the stairs and were out of sight a moment later. She glanced back at Bud.

”You know those guys?”

Bud looked at her.

”Let's go inside,” Dar repeated.

CHEAPSIDE GUIDO WAS waiting as they entered the lobby.

He spotted Bud and nudged the big gorilla he had with him, then his eyes fell on Dar. A disagreeable smile crossed his face as Dar, Kerry, and Bud reached them. ”Bring your girlfriends? You switched sides, there, Buddy?”

”You want your money? Then shut up,” Bud replied gruffly. He indicated a small side room with a couple chairs in it.

”Oh, so now you're telling me to shut up?” Guido snorted.

”You little horse's a.s.s.”