Step To The Graveyard Easy Part 13

"You want it. What about Boone?"

"Screw him. He's a d.a.m.n fool."

"Is that right?"

"In way over his head.... I told him but he wouldn't listen."

"In over his head in what?"

"He can rot in h.e.l.l for all I care. Him and Rollo both."

"Who's Rollo?"

Headshake.

Cape said, "You walked out on Boone, is that it?"

"Soon as you give me the money, then I'm gone."

"Where is he? Here in Tahoe?"

"Never mind where he is."

"What're Boone and Rollo up to?"

"You think I'm going to tell you?"

"Why not, if you're through with Boone and getting out? What kind of con are they setting up for the Vanowens and Vince Mahannah?"

"How did you-"

"The photographs were in the satchel with the money. Or didn't Boone tell you that?"

"Is that why you We here? Those d.a.m.n photographs?"

"The con, Tanya. Poker scam or something else?"

"Uh-uh. You're not getting anything out of me."

"At least tell me why you're quitting Boone. What happened? He start knocking you around?"

"He'll never lay another hand on me, that's for sure."

"What's got you so scared, Tanya?"

"Scared? What makes you think I'm scared?"

"Your eyes, your voice. That gun in your hand."

"Well, you're wrong. I want out, that's all."

"Out of what?"

"That's enough!" The automatic jabbed, jumped. On her forehead now, little b.u.t.tons of sweat. "The rest of the money must be in the hotel safe," she said. "Sure, that's it. The whole sixteen thousand."

"Wrong. Just under five thousand, all of it mine."

"We're going down there," she said. "You and me, right now."

"Wrong again. I'm not going anywhere with you."

"I'll use this gun, Cape. I mean it. I'll blow your c.o.c.k right out of the saddle."

"Tough talk. What good would that do you?"

"I want that money!"

Broken record. Cape walked over to the other chair, sat down: slowly, deliberately.

The hissing cat sound again. "Get up! We're going downstairs."

"No, we're not."

"I'll kill you! You think I won't?"

"I think you won't."

The gun's muzzle danced sideways, and she fired.

Noise halfway between a bang and a pop. The bullet chewed into the carpet alongside Cape's chair. He didn't move, his gaze locked with hers.

"Not even close," he said. "And not very smart. If anybody heard that, they're on the phone right now. It won't take hotel security more than two or three minutes to get up here."

"You son of a b.i.t.c.h!"

"Better get out while you can, Tanya. Only other option you've got is to blow my c.o.c.k out of the saddle-murder or attempted murder."

Four or five tense seconds.

Then she broke and ran, trailing obscenities.

As soon as the door banged shut after her, Cape was out of the chair and across the room. He eased the door open a crack to listen. No voices, no neighbors alerted by the shot. The bank of elevators was just down the hall; he heard one of the cars whining upward, heard the doors thrum open and then close again.

He ran for the elevators as the car began its descent. Jabbed the down b.u.t.ton, kept jabbing it. Fast elevators in the Lakeside Grand: another car was there in less than thirty seconds. It went down fast, too-no stops. When the doors whispered open, he was out in a rush to where he had a full view of the lobby.

She was still in sight, walking fast toward the side entrance, not looking back.

Cape followed her at an oblique angle until she pa.s.sed through the doors. Then he made a straight run, got outside in time to spot her heading into the parking lot at the rear. All right. That was where he'd left the Corvette, lucking into a s.p.a.ce in one of the near rows. Her wheels were somewhere farther back; she was hurrying deeper into the lot on a long diagonal.

He had the 'Vette clear of the parking s.p.a.ce and idling near the only exit when she drove past. Clear look at her in profile: She was one of those forward hunchers, both hands tight on the wheel, eyes locked straight ahead. She seemed to have no idea he was there.

Cape let her get clear of the lot before he swung out behind her. She took the loop back down to Lake Tahoe Boulevard, turned west at the light. Her car was a new, pale blue Mitsubis.h.i.+, California plates and a Hertz rental sticker on the rear b.u.mper-easy enough to keep in sight. She stayed in the left lane, moving in fast spurts, then slowing down. Nervous driving, not the evasive kind. He stayed in the right lane a few car lengths behind.

Back across the line into South Lake Tahoe. Traffic was heavy along motel row: stop and go, stop and go. It wasn't long before she slowed to a crawl, still in the left lane, bunching up cars behind her, the way some drivers do when they're looking for an unfamiliar street or landmark. Going to make a turn pretty soon. Cape squeezed over into her lane.

At the next intersection she veered into the left-turn lane. So did the car behind her, so did Cape. He checked the street sign: Pioneer Trail. She went into Pioneer at a good clip when the light changed, but the woman driving the car in front of Cape was the poky type. He moved up close to try to hurry her or prod her into pulling over. All it did was cause her to slow down even more. Tanya's lead was two hundred yards and growing before they'd gone a fifth of a mile past rustic motels, small apartment complexes, lower middle-cla.s.s homes on wooded lots.

When the road began to curve, Cape lost sight of the Mitsubis.h.i.+ for short periods. The woman in front of him kept right on poking. The gap was upward of three hundred yards when Tanya disappeared beyond another curve; and when he came around to where he could see some distance ahead, she wasn't on Pioneer any longer. Must've turned off at the next intersection. But which way?

Cape was close on the poky woman's b.u.mper as they approached the intersection. Look left, look right-no sign of the Mitsubis.h.i.+ in either direction. The street to the left was a two-block uphill dead end; he swung off to the right, past a sign that said Black Bart Road. Private houses on small tree-choked lots. Cars parked, cars moving, none of them the Mitsubis.h.i.+. A few people out and about, none of them Tanya.

He drove around half a dozen blocks, came back and crossed Pioneer Trail, and went up the dead-end street on the other side. No sign of Tanya or the rental car up there, either.

Lost her.

Yeah, or maybe she'd been wise all along-maybe she'd lost him.

16.

Cave Rock was a small hillside settlement on Highway 50 on the Nevada sh.o.r.e. Private homes perched along steep, narrow streets, some new and expensive with expensive views, others older, smaller, less affluent. Two-forty-six Lake Summit Road was one of the latter, a sprawling, boxy pile painted the color of dog vomit, with an oblique view of the lake and not much land around it on any side.

Lacy Hammond opened the door immediately to his ring, as if she'd been standing there on the other side waiting for him. Appraising look, lazy smile. "What, no flowers, no candy? No bottle of expensive liquor?"

"You expect a present?"

"h.e.l.l, no. Matter of fact, I wasn't sure you'd show up at all."

"Odds for or against?"

"Even money. What're you looking at, salesman?"

"You, the way you're dressed." Mauve slacks, a sleeveless tank top. Nothing on her feet. No makeup, and her hair carelessly finger-brushed.

"What'd you expect? Slinky gown? Sheer negligee? Bare-a.s.s naked?"

"None of the above."

"Uh-huh. I may be easy, but I'm not trite. Come on in."

Homey disarray-Anna's phrase to describe inoffensively sloppy housekeeping. Mismatched furniture, and no more color sense inside than out. Plaid couch, saffron-hued corduroy chairs, cobalt blue carpet, one wall painted gold with sparkly stuff mixed in.

"Nice place," Cape lied.

"It sucks, and we both know it. Funk junk."

"Why live here if you don't like it?"

"It's mine, that's why. Part of my divorce settlement. My ex got to move upscale-Vegas and a job as an a.s.sistant manager of a brand-new casino. I got to stay here and fend for myself."

"Fend for yourself how?"

"You mean what do I do for a living?"

"If it's not a secret."

"It's not. Sponge off men when I can find one who's got money. Sponge off my baby sister and her rich husband. Work as a c.o.c.ktail waitress in a pinch. I get by."

"I'll bet you do."

"So. What're you drinking, salesman? I'm having Scotch tonight."

"I'll join you. Neat, if it's single malt."

"It's not."

"Over ice, then. Can I use your phone?"

"As long as you don't call somebody long distance."

"Your sister and her husband. If you'll give me the number."

Frown. "What do you want to call them for?"

"Something important to tell them."

"Such as?"

"Listen to my end of the conversation."

"b.a.l.l.s," she said, but she gave him the number.

Four rings, and an answering machine kicked in. Everybody was out tonight; he'd gotten Vince Mahannah's machine when he called there earlier. Cape identified himself, gave the Vanowens the same message he'd given Mahannah: "Tanya Judson is here in Tahoe. Her partner, too, probably. Scared enough to show up at my room at the Grand, waving another gun and demanding the money I took from them in San Francisco. Wouldn't say how she found out where I was staying. Wouldn't give me any idea of what she and Boone are up to, just said he was in over his head with somebody named Rollo and she was walking out on him. I bluffed her into leaving, managed to follow her over into South Lake Tahoe. She's driving a blue Mitsubis.h.i.+ with a Hertz rental sticker. I lost her on Black Bart Road, off Pioneer Trail. She may or may not be staying somewhere in the area-I couldn't tell if she spotted me or not. My suggestion is that you notify the police about her. She seemed pretty desperate. I'll corroborate, if that's what you and Vince Mahannah decide to do."

He broke the connection. When he turned, Lacy said, "For Christ's sake. What was that all about?"

"You haven't talked to your sister today?"

"No. Some woman threatened you with a gun?"

"Let's get that Scotch, and I'll tell you about it."

Lacy said drowsily, "I'm glad you're not one of those clinical types.'