Out of Body

Chapter 16

“There they go,” Gray said. “Shucks. And they barely said goodbye. I’m wounded.”

“You could try to sound hurt.” Marley gave a nervous little laugh. “Weird, though,” she said. She looked different, distracted.

The cab carrying Danny and his newly formed singing duo had cut a left at the end of the block.

Standing there in the sunshine, gold hoops glinting in her ears, Marley attracted all the light to her hair and skin—to her green eyes—or so it seemed to him.

“You’ll want to get to your friend’s office,” she said.

It took an instant for him to know what she meant. “Nat Archer?” Only moments ago she’d said she was going with him. What gave? He said, “Yeah. I need to keep Nat in the picture if there’s something I find out. Do you want to take a cab, too? Or shall we walk?”

He didn’t much care how they got where they needed to be as long as she was with him. Black was great on her and he’d like to tell her how much he appreciated the tight shirt, and the shorts that showed off her legs. Smoothing his hands up her thighs would feel so good. His fingers would slide all the way around to her tush. And her breasts would make sweet little handfuls—sexy-as-hell handfuls.

Shoot, he had lousy timing.

Marley dug in her pocket and pulled out a key. “Wow, I thought I’d forgotten this.”

She didn’t sound as if she thought that at all. He would bet she was uncomfortable with him again and searching for things to say.

If she had any idea how much research he had already done on the Millets, she’d be mad.

“The key to my flat,” she told him, waving it in the air. “Difficult to get in without that.”

“Why is it called Court of Angels?” Damn, he shouldn’t have asked that.

“How do you know about that?”

“You mentioned it,” he lied.

“Really? It’s filled with angels—all kinds of them.”

He looked at her narrowly. “All kinds?”

She nodded. “Stone angels. Young ones, old ones, pretty ones, plain ones, visible and invisible.” Her little smile amused him. She did like to try getting a rise out of him.

“Good,” he said. “You can’t have too many guardian angels.”

“I’ll take as many as I can get,” she said.

He nodded, fresh out of answers.

He’d done some research on her family on the Internet and discovered a lot of odd details. But the really odd thing was that once he hit a site—usually containing nothing more than a few cryptic innuendos—it went away and he couldn’t get back there. The one time he had tried to print something to get around what seemed like a self-destruct setup, he only got what looked like Sanskrit or something equally indecipherable.

“Well.” She gave him a brilliant smile. “I’d best be going. Good luck with everything.”

“I thought you wanted to come with me.”

She spread her hands and shrugged. “You don’t want me tagging along all the time.”

With an awkward, bouncy step, she backed away.

“Okay,” he said slowly. Her act wasn’t convincing. Marley didn’t want to be with him anymore, and she was in a hurry. That was obvious, but not why.

“Thanks for letting me come here with you,” she said, wiggling her fingers at him.

A few more feet separated them. She was hiding something, but he didn’t think it would help to press her.

“It’s nice to have company,” he said and felt lame. “Better than walking alone. Hey, I’m going right past your place anyway.”

She flushed, that lovely bright blush he was getting to like a lot. “You go on. I’m already out so I’m going to do a few things first. Better than breaking away from work again later.”

Marley, he decided, was perfect to look at. And she’d be perfect in bed.

He actually sucked in his gut. When was the last time he had thought about sleeping with a woman and felt as if someone had punched him? He couldn’t remember.

“Bye then,” she said.

He grinned. “Bye then, Marley. We’ve still got a date for tonight, remember?”

She all but danced in place. “We do? Oh, yes, we do. See you then. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Marley jogged away and ducked down a side street.

Gray’s attention switched at once to a police cruiser heading his way. It swerved to a stop at the curb beside him.

“What are you doin’ here?” Nat Archer said through the open front-passenger window of the car. He threw open the door and got out.

“You tell me first,” Gray said. He didn’t like it that he hadn’t been able to hang on to Marley longer.

“According to you I was keeping you out of bed earlier. When you left, you said that’s where you were heading—bed.”

“I changed my mind. Is that a new crime?”

“Only if you make it into something I don’t like,” Nat said. He wasn’t known to be argumentative, but no one would know that here and now.

Bucky Fist climbed from the other side of the car and crossed his arms on top. He wore dark sunglasses. “Hey there, Gray. I bet you think we’re followin’ you around.”

He did. “Why would you do a thing like that? I’m boring. You making any progress with the case?”

“Nope. Nothin’s movin’, not one damn thing. Except the phones. Those phones are ringin’ off the hooks. Lemon’s ready to quit if somethin’ doesn’t happen soon.”

Gray wrinkled his nose and thought about it. “What would make you happy? More bodies?”

“Don’t goad me,” Nat said.

“Me?” Gray feigned shock.

“Where’s your lady friend?” Nat said, catching Gray unprepared.

“Who would that be?”

“Don’t get cute with me. You know who I mean. Your new psychic amour. Is she still inside?” Nat indicated the Caged Bird.

They hadn’t seen Marley on the sidewalk. That was something positive.

“How the hell do you know who I’ve been with or where I’ve been? Or where to find me?”

A slow smile spread over Nat’s memorable face. “You got a short memory? I’ve got my ways—you found that out earlier.”

Bucky came around the car and onto the sidewalk. He hitched his wrinkled suit jacket across his chest and did up a button. He wore a shoulder holster and it bulged.

“You go on in and make sure nobody leaves,” Nat said to his partner. “I’ll be right there.”

Like the good command-taker he was, Bucky walked into the club, his pant legs flapping. Gray noticed he kept on his sunglasses. Maybe he used them to look inscrutable.

When they were alone Nat said, “Now you can answer the question—what were you doing in this club?”

“Visiting old friends,” Nat said.

“When did Pipes Dupuis get to be an old friend of yours?”

He ruckled his brow. “Who told you she was there?”

“Anonymous tip.”

“Ah, of course. So how about letting me in on who you’ve got following me around.” The idea irked Gray. When he’d been with the department his ability to lose tails was legendary. “I must be losing my touch.”

“I doubt it,” Nat said, suddenly really interested in the sky. “Now and then a real talent comes my way, that’s all. I want you with me. Let’s get inside.”

He ought to tell the man Pipes had already left with Sidney and Danny. “Would it be okay if I wait out here?”

Nat hesitated.

“It’s a stuffy place and I’m tired,” he said. “I don’t want to drift off on you.”

“Yeah,” Nat said. “It wouldn’t look good, you asleep on a barroom table. Leave this sidewalk before I get back and I’ll have you picked up so fast you’ll think it’s yesterday.”

“Nice,” Gray said. “I’m not leaving.”

Nat shrugged his big shoulders inside a gray seersucker jacket. He strode across the sidewalk and into the club.

Gray rested his arms on top of the police vehicle, just the way Bucky had. Too bad he didn’t have a pair of cool shades. He grinned and let his eyes close. Damn, he was tired.

A tap on his shoulder sent a shock down his spine. He maintained his casual position and looked over his shoulder.

“Hi,” the man who stood there said. “Gray Fisher?”

Giving out his name or any other personal information to strangers was at about the bottom of Gray’s list.

“I’m looking for Marley Millet,” the man said. “I was told she might be with you.”

“She’s not.”

“Is that never, or not anymore?”

“It’s ‘I’m on my own right now,’ which you can see, and I don’t like people who sneak up on me. Are you a friend of Nat Archer’s?” As a tail, this guy would have a hard time. He would be difficult not to see.

“Never heard of him,” he said.

Tall, dark and handsome was a cliché, but it described the dark-haired, blue-eyed man Gray was looking at.

“Where do you live?” the other man asked.

“I didn’t tell you my name when you asked. What makes you think you’ll get my address?”

“Worth a try.”

Gray rolled to lean his back on the car. He crossed his arms. “Who are you?”

“Sykes Millet.”

Not one response came to mind.

“Marley’s brother. Her only brother,” the guy said.

Gray straightened up and slowly extended a hand. “Gray Fisher.”

“Yes, I know.” Sykes Millet shook Gray’s hand.

“Uh-huh. You already said so. Marley left.”

Sykes smiled very faintly. “Mmm. I’m very fond of my sister.”

Gray wasn’t slow. “It must be nice to have siblings you get along with.” He was being warned off—or at least told his intentions had better be honorable.

“You don’t have any family?”

“Just my dad.” As far as he knew, and it was none of Millet’s business.

“Are you married?”

Shit. “No. Never did get around to that. You?”

Sykes laughed and Greek gods came to Gray’s mind. Now he was getting fanciful. He had better watch himself if he kept on hanging around with the mystical Marley.

“I take it that’s a no,” Gray said.

“You take it right,” Sykes said. “I watch out for Marley.”

Gray didn’t doubt it if this “call” was typical for Sykes. “That’s a good thing.”

“You used to be a cop.”

“I’m starting to think everyone either was or is a cop. You’ve been doing a little investigating yourself.”

“That’s a yes?” Sykes said.

With a sigh, Gray said, “Yes.”

“Now you’re a writer.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t get too deeply into my siblings’ affairs,” Sykes said.

Unfortunately I’m not having an affair with Marley. The car was heating up against Gray’s back. He stayed put. “I’m a big believer in respecting personal boundaries,” he said.

“I agree, unless safety is involved.”

“You’re suggesting I could be a threat to Marley?” Gray said. “Get that right out of your mind. I’m a pussycat.”

Sykes grinned. “That would be a really big cat, Gray. But I’ll trust you till you give me a reason not to.”

“You’ve got four sisters,” Gray said. The other man would assume Marley had shared family details, which she hadn’t. “How does that feel?”

“Crowded sometimes,” Sykes told him. “Very female and emotional. I like it. I like them.”

Sykes didn’t look like Marley. There wasn’t a hint of red in the man’s hair that Gray could see. But the manner reminded him of Marley. Self-assured and with a quick mouth, but someone you wanted to know better.

“Marley always knows she can call on me,” Sykes said. “We make sure we look out for one another—all of us.”

“Nice,” Gray said.

“I thought you’d like to know that.” Sykes smiled broadly. “If you see her before I do, give her my love.”

Gray nodded.

“Hey, Fisher!” Nat strode from the Caged Bird. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

With his hands in his pockets, Gray dodged a kid on a skateboard and walked to meet Nat.

“You are one meddlin’ son of a gun,” Nat said. “You knew Pipes wasn’t in there anymore. Why didn’t you say so up front?”

“You didn’t ask.”

“Does obstruction ring a bell with you?” Nat said.

“It might if it was relevant. You’ve been on my case since I walked into your office yesterday. I’m one of the good guys, Nat.”

Nat passed a hand over his face. “This one is getting to me,” he said in a low voice. “I’ve got people on my case in every direction. They think things are moving fast so I should sew it all up fast. I hate dealing with politicians.”

Gray didn’t have to ask who Nat was talking about. In New Orleans there were plenty of folks looking out for their elected positions and with women dropping out of sight, or showing up as alligator bait, public pressure would be running high.

“Bucky’s bringing Bernie out,” Nat said. “He’s got a big mouth, but he doesn’t say anythin’ unless it’s to his benefit.”

“That pretty much sums up Bernie,” Gray said. He was aware of Sykes behind him, but didn’t want to introduce him to Nat.

Bucky Fist arrived with a sullen-looking Bernie in tow.

“You can’t just haul me in like this,” Bernie said. “I haven’t done anything.”

“We’re gonna make sure of a few things,” Bucky said.

“Like what?”

“If your dancing permit’s in order,” Bucky said, grinning.

Bernie shook his head heavily from side to side. “You are shitting me.”

“Would we do that?” Nat asked.

“There ain’t no dancing at the Bird,” Bernie said. “Except for invitational and I don’t need no permit for that. I don’t need no more permits at all. I got permits comin’ out my ears.”

“Invitational dancing?” Nat asked.

“The cages are open,” Bernie said with a shrug. “Anyone feels like climbing in there and strutting their stuff, they can consider themselves invited.”

“Get in.” Nat opened the back door of the cruiser and let Bucky deal with settling their guest.

“Dancing permit?” Gray said.

“Bernie thinks he’s got a right to know everything and share nothing,” Nat said. He narrowed his eyes at Gray. “Maybe he isn’t the only one.”

Nat hopped into the car beside Bucky and they drove off.

“Sorry about that,” Gray said, turning toward Sykes Millet.

There was no sign of him.

Gray looked up and down the sidewalk. A man like Sykes shouldn’t be hard to spot—if he was around. Gray hadn’t seen him move from the spot where he’d left him.

“He didn’t just disappear,” Gray muttered.