- A Steele To Remember
- Laura's Story
- Part 5
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- Mildred looked up as Laura entered
the office, a welcoming smile on her face. But the smile faded
as she looked behind Laura. "Where's Mr. Steele?" she
asked.
"Who knows?" Laura said, dropping her purse into a
chair. "He wasn't there."
"Wasn't-? But- Miss Holt, he promised."
"Well, it looks like he broke his promise,"
Laura told her, taking the file folder from Mildred's hands.
"Who's in Mr. St- Who's in the office?" she admended
at the last minute. Might as well get used to not calling it
HIS office anymore.
"Mrs. Burns," Mildred told her. "You're not going
to try and find him?"
"He's obviously made his choice, Mildred," she said,
moving toward the office door. "Let's go see what we can
do for Mrs. Burns."
Mildred hesitated, glancing at the telephone. "I'll be right
there," she said.
Laura stopped in her tracks, turning around. "NOW, Mildred.
We've got work to do. Let's not keep the client waiting, shall
we?"
- = < @ > =
Laura hung up the telephone with an irritated scowl on her face.
Greg was tied up in a meeting and wouldn't be available all day.
When he'd asked her to dinner this evening last week, she'd told
him no, that she was going to be busy. Busy? Hah! Busy thinking
up ways to get even with that lying, conniving snake, maybe.
How DARE he do this to her? After all they'd gone through, evidently
none of if could hold a candle to his life back in Europe. He
was probably living it up over there. Champagne, caviar, blondes.
The telephone rang, and Laura sighed deeply, remembering that
Mildred had gone to the post office. She picked it up. "Remington
Steele Investigations."
"Laura? I didn't think you'd be in the office this afternoon,"
Frances said. "How did it go?"
"It didn't," she replied.
"Want to talk about it?"
"I don't think there's anything TO talk about, Frances,"
she said. "I just have to get on with my life, accept that
he prefers to be wherever he is instead of here with me."
"I don't believe that, Laura Holt, and I don't think you
believe it either. That man loves you, Laura. It obvious every
time he looks at you."
"Really? Then way wasn't he at Griffith Park this afternoon
as we agreed?"
"Maybe something came up," Frances suggested. "And
now he's afraid to face you because he knows you'll be angry.
Maybe he'd just letting you cool down so you don't take his head
off when he walks in the door."
"Now THERE'S an image I can live with," Laura muttered.
"Just calm down. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation
for all this," Frances said.
"I KNOW the explanation, Frances. He's over in Europe with
his friend Daniel Chalmers, running a con, or planning a heist.
He probably hasn't thought about me since he left."
"That does it. What are you planning to do for dinner tonight?"
"I WAS going to ask Greg to go out, but he's busy. I'll
probably just have a salad and do some paperwork," Laura
told her.
"No, you're not. You're going to come out here for dinner-
and tell Mildred that you'll be late tomorrow- or that you might
not be in at all. You and I can make a day of it. I think you
should spend the night here. I don't like the idea of your being
alone after all this."
"I'm not going to do anything drastic, Frances," Laura
insisted. Unless I see Mr. Steele, that is, she thought
to herself. "And I don't think I'll be very good company."
"Nonsense. We're family, Laura. And right now, you need
your family. Be here at seven- or I'll send Donald to get you.
Bring an overnight case."
"Frances, I can't just take a day off. My business isn't
something you can just put off that way."
"Can't Mildred handle some of it?"
"Some of it, yes. But-."
"There? You see? Problem solved."
"I'll come for dinner, Frances, and I'll stay the night.
But I have to be at work tomorrow."
"It's a deal. See you later. And don't worry. Things will
work out, Laura. They always do for you, somehow."
Laura murmured an agreement before hanging up. If nothing else,
these last few months had brought she and her sister closer together.
The telephone rang again, and Laura picked it up quickly, still
thinking about Frances. "Remington Steele Investigations."
Silence. No, not silence, soft breathing.
"Hello? Can I help you?"
Click!
Laura frowned at the telephone, then shrugged. Must have
been a wrong number, she told herself as Mildred came to the
door of the office. "Any calls?" she asked.
"Just Frances. And a wrong number. I'm going out to Frances
and Donald's for dinner, Mildred. And she wants me to stay the
night."
"Good. I don't think you should be alone right now. Miss
Holt, please let me call-?"
"No, Mildred. I'm not going to chase after him," Laura
said, rising to return a folder to the file cabinet. "If
this is what he wants, then I'll just have to learn to live with
it."
Someone entered the reception area, and Laura found herself grateful
for the client's arrival. At least concentrating on someone else's
problem would keep her from thinking about her own for awhile.
- = < @ > =
Laura's mood deepened as the evening stretched out. Seeing her
sister's happy family, she realized that she was probably never
going to have one of her own. Of course, she'd never really WANTED
one, had she? At least, not until a pair of killer blue eyes
and a smile that was equally as devastating had made her start
thinking about such things. Well, that dream was gone, now, she
told herself as she got ready for bed in the guest room of Frances'
house.
There was a soft tap on the door, and Frances' face appeared.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure," she said, taking one of the glasses of wine
that her sister was carrying. "Thank you."
"I thought we could talk- if you want to, that is."
Laura sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down into the
red wine. "Not much to say. He didn't come back."
"He will."
"I wish I could be as certain of that as you are, Frances,"
Laura said, going to the window and looking out at the back yard
with its swings and lawn furniture, all the trappings of a happy
family. "What's wrong with me, Frances?"
Frances put down her glass and came over to her. "Nothing."
"There must be something. I mean, every man I care about
leaves. Daddy. Wilson. Mr. Steele."
"Daddy didn't leave you, Laura. He left Mother. Maybe he
thought he was doing the best thing for all of us by not pulling
us between the two of them. Especially you. As for Wilson, well,
I never thought he was right for you, anyway."
Laura looked surprised. "You didn't? I thought you and Mother
had all but picked out the china patterns for us."
"Mother, maybe. But I saw the changes that you went through
while you were with him. Your attempt to be less the Laura that
I remembered, the Laura who liked shocking people, who liked
living on the edge, and more the Laura that Wilson expected you
to be. Quiet, reserved,- boring."
Laura laughed softly. "Maybe he was right. I mean, if I
hadn't taken his advice, I wouldn't have gotten nearly as far
in my career."
"Your career. It always comes back to that, doesn't it?"
"Why not? It's the one thing no one can take away from me.
It's mine."
"But is it worth it, Laura? Is it worth going home to an
empty apartment every night? To knowing that you're going to
be alone at the times when you really should be with someone
else that you care about and that cares about you? Someone to
share the good times and the bad?"
"What do you suggest I do, Frances? Chase after him? Run
him down to Europe or wherever he is?"
"Of course not. But give him some more time. I'm SURE there's
a good reason for his not being there today." She gave Laura
a hug. "Just don't write him off yet. Good night."
"Night, Frances." Once her sister had gone, Laura laid
down in the bed, punching her pillow several times before settling
in. It was going to be a long night, she decided, finding it
impossible to get comfortable. She'd had such plans for this
evening. Dinner at Che Rive- or better yet, one of Mr. Steele's
gourmet feasts, followed by an evening in front of the fireplace
drinking champagne, and then . . .
But all that had come crashing down around her ears when he hadn't
shown up at the park. Where could he be? She wondered. What if
he had joined his friend Chalmers on a con and got caught? The
thought leapt unbidden into her mind. No, someone would have
knocked on HER door, asking why Remington Steele, famous detective,
had been involved in something illegal.
"Stop it, Laura," she said aloud. "Stop torturing
yourself. He simply didn't come back because he didn't want to."
Frances had suggested she give him a few more days. She'd give
him one. If he hadn't called or shown his face in the office
by tomorrow evening, Laura would put him behind her and move
on with her own life. She'd done it before, started over from
square one. She could do it again.
Punching the pillows yet again, she stared at the ceiling. "Self
deception WAS always your strong suit, wasn't it, Laura?"
she whispered to the empty room.
- = < @ > =
Laura felt like hell the next morning as she entered the office.
Seeing Mildred, she realized that the "other woman"
in Mr. Steele's life probably hadn't slept any better than she
had. "Good morning, Mildred," she said, trying to hide
her broken heart behind a bright smile.
"What's good about it, Miss Holt?" Mildred asked. "I
didn't sleep a wink, worrying about why Mr. Steele didn't come
home."
"Maybe because he doesn't really consider this as his home,"
Laura suggested. "I'm sure he and Daniel Chalmers or one
of his other friends from the old days are probably sitting in
a casino, somewhere, sipping champagne and playing baccarat."
Mildred shook her head. "I think something happened to him,"
she insisted. "It's the only way he wouldn't have been there.
He promised us both that he'd be back in three months. I just
can't believe that he'd -."
"Well, he's not here, is he?" Laura asked, growing
tired of talking about it. "Who's our first client this
morning?"
"Mr. Douglas is due at nine for a final report on his case."
Glancing at her watch, Laura noted the time. "He should
be here soon, then. I'll get his file from my office."
Mildred held it up. "It's right here. Miss Holt, I'm going
to give him today- and if he doesn't show up, I'm calling the
number he gave me first thing tomorrow. *I* want to know what's
going on, even if you don't."
Laura looked at the woman. "I can't stop you, Mildred,"
she admitted. "But when you find out that I'm right, you
won't mind if I say `I told you so', will you?"
The glass doors opened, and Mr. Douglas entered the office. "Miss
Holt. Good morning."
"Mr. Douglas," Laura said, smiling warmly. "Why
don't you step right in here? I'll be right behind you."
She waited until the client was out of earshot before whispering
to Mildred, "And if you DO find him, tell him he'd better
be flat on his back in a hospital. Because that's the only excuse
I'll accept for his standing me up." With that, she turned
and followed Mr. Douglas into Mr. Steele's office.
To Be Continued . . .
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