Susan Dunlap - Civil Twilight: A Darcy Lott Mystery

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To Edith Gladstone

I NEED A FAVOR, Darce. An easy one, this time.

What, and ruin your reputation?

An instant passed before my brother let out a hoot. Where are you?

At the zendo. Im doing that car stunt downtown tonight, the one on California and Market. I want to get down there and scope out the street. ItsI didnt want to say dangerous, not to hima one shot gag and

But he was talking over me. I need you to... hang with a client... just an hour or two. Take her window shopping, to the beach, for a walk, get her mind off things. When it comes to attorneys, my brother Garys a virtual Goliaths nightmare. Which means when one of his Davids calls at 3 A.M., hes there, pronto. Garys a hero to his clientsand to me. Hes always taking huge chancesfinancial and legaland when he says therere things I dont want to know, I believe him. Hell go to prison himself to protect a clients rights, but window shopping? Not hardly.

So, what are these terrible things she cant be thinking about: Indictment? Jail?

Divorce.

Hey, if she needs a hand to hold about that, shes in the right place. Hed had three of his own.

He started to say something, but must have thought better of it.

Besides, you dont handle divorces, I pointed out.

This is different.

Different how? Divorce and what else?

Listen, are you going to do this for me or not?

He was my nearest and closest brother, but the truth was all I really knew about him were the parts of his life that could be easily discovered, not the nooks and nuances of who he was. Until recently, Id steered clear of San Francisco and my entire family. Now I was cautiously feeling my way back.

Okay, okay. Sure.

Great. I appreciate it. I mean it.

So when do you need me?

Now.

Now! The shoots at six-thirty! Its almost five now!

Shes waiting at Washington Square. Her names Karen Johnson.

Jesus. Okay. What was I thinking? But only for an hour, I added.

... Darce? His tone had changed.

Yeah?

Rabbits it.

Our old childhood signal was barely out of his mouth when he clicked off. So I couldnt ask him just why I shouldnt mention it, particularly to the one for whom the code had been created in the first placeour oldest brother, John, the cop.

WHEN I FIRST spotted her, she was on the steps of Saints Peter and Paul Church, staring at Washington Square as if the park were the most fascinating, delightful spot imaginable. Turning, she smiled at me as if I was just what shed been waiting for. It was an appealingly disingenuous expression and one that automatically made me suspicious. The eggshell blue linen tunic and slacks she wore looked expensive, as did the cut of her subtly streaked blond hair. Her face work was as good as Id seen on any movie set. A first lift, as opposed to the nibble your own ear look of a third or fourth. It gave her the aura of a coddled twenty-something, one at odds with the lines already re-establishing themselves between her brows. But her hands nailed her age as over forty. Sinews in them revealed a past that involved heavy work; one pinky was twisted halfway around so the nail faced away from the other fingers. She had a salon manicure, but two nails were chipped and had been clipped short and chipped again.

Youve got to be Garys sister, she said.

Right.

I figured. You have the same walk.

Youre kidding. I run miles every other day, I take aerobics, dance, kill myself on machines in the gym. Gary works his butt off, but hes sitting on it the whole time. Only metabolism and missed meals keep him thin; his muscles have to be hanging three-toed from his bones. Thats not exactly a compliment. His office is a block from here. Bet he didnt walk with you, did he?

She did a flash assessment and laughed. Prove me wrong. He said you were a big-time jockyoud take me running.

He told me to take you shopping.

Really? she said, as if that added to the challenge. Then she caught my eye and laughed harder, the way my sister, Gracie, and I would over Garys foibles.

Who was this woman? And why did she need a babysitter? Why hadnt Gary just told me what was going on? Now I was dying to know. Considering how hed set it up, he was all but begging me to pry. But I was tilting toward liking Karen, didnt want to cause her more distress than whatever she already had. Damn Gary! Where do you want to go? Embarcadero? Marina Green? Ive only got an hour, but Ill see that you get back to Gary.

Somewhere high up with grass and big trees and shade. Where would you take a tourist who wants the best view of the city?

Ours is a knockout city and we San Franciscans are ridiculously proud of it. Few things please us more than an appreciative tourist. High up, trees, great view: youre talking Coit Tower. From there, you can see the entire city, the Golden Gate, Alcatraz, Berkeley, the works. I have to warn you, though, the run ups an extreme sport.

Youre on. With that, she pushed off like a sprinter, her worn running shoes at odds with the elegant linen pants that billowed out as she cut across Washington Square Park.

Behind us evening rush hour traffic crowded Columbus Avenue, heading toward the onramp for I-80, 101, 280 and Route 1 along the Pacific. The sky was clearunusual for July in San Franciscothe air just a bit too warm for decent running, as shed find out when that burst of energy evaporated. I could have paced myself to follow along until that happened, but, well no, I couldnt make myself come in second. I came abreast of her crossing Stockton and started up the gentle incline without breaking stride. I misjudged you.

Youre not the first.

Whore the others?

She eyed me, and a moment later laughed. Then she picked up the pace.

Whats Gary handling for you?

Divorce.

Gary doesnt

Doesnt what? she snapped.

I jolted back, then to cover my shock, skirted wide around a guy in chinos and tweed jacket arguing with himself, or sporting a Blue Tooth I couldnt see. Gary does an odd of combo civil and criminal suits, but he steers clear of divorce cases. Unless he suddenly, for some bizarre reason, had changed.

Sorry, Darcy, she said when I circled back to her. I didnt mean to sound so abrupt. Its just... well, you know, the usual. Big stuff to me, old hat to the rest of the world. I was so undone over the weekend I imagined I saw my ex, Matt, here. I just wish there was a divorce debit card I could swipe through and have the marriage deducted from our account.

I understand, believe me. Its never easy. I was married for a couple yearsno kids, no goods, no bad feelings, and even so it was hard. Nothing between us, because, as my husband had explained to his attorney, my favorite brother Mike had been missing for years and there was a hole in my life no one else could fill. In fact, the guilt, the grief, the ever-present not-knowing and imagining gnawed at all my brothers and sistersand I didnt want to think how much it ate at Mom. Were not great successes at marriage in my family.

My explanation wasnt quite the truth, and neither was Karens, I was sure. Oddly, that felt like a connection.

She must have felt it, too. Dont blame yourself, she said. Things happen.

The street was as steep as they get without being stairs, the sidewalk narrow. I hung behind, giving her time alone. Who was she? Had the divorce unhinged her? Damn Gary, why couldnt he have told me more? My gag was at 6:30. I needed to be on the set, doing a walk through, checking under the hood, double-checking the brakes. When I flipped on the ignition it would be too late.