- Steele Hanging On
- Part Nine
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- Remington waited, fully expecting
the door to open all the way and Joe Blakewell to enter the apartment.
"You don't need to do this now, surely," Robert said
quickly. "My name's Robert Brandon. Why don't you come across
the hall to Mrs. Morgan's apartment? She was a friend of Maisie's.
I'm sure she would like to meet you."
"No, thank you. I don't feel much like company right now.
Another time, maybe?"
"By all means."
The door opened a little more, and Remington tensed. "Uh,
Mr. Brandon," Joe said.
"Yes?"
"You're Jessica Beecham's grandfather, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am," Robert admitted, his voice now guarded.
"Why do you ask?"
"Just- curious, I guess. Job hazard." He opened the
door fully and entered the dark apartment, hesitating as if loathe
to go further. "You're right. I'll do this tomorrow. It's
too soon." He closed the door again, and Remington remained
where he was, closing his eyes and saying a quick prayer of thanks.
"Good night, Mr. Brandon."
"Good night." A moment later, Robert tapped on the
door. "Remington?" he called softly
Remington opened the door and joined his grandfather in the hallway.
"Thanks. I'm going to follow him- see if I can't have a
little chat with him about why Maisie just refilled this bottle
of medicine two days ago- and yet there wasn't a pill to be found."
"Be careful, Remington."
"Always, Robert. Tell Jessica I'm borrowing her car. You'll
see that she gets home?"
"Of course." Robert sighed deeply as he watched his
grandson head toward the elevator, then turned to rejoin Jessica
and Katherine.
- ***
Remington watched as Joe Blakewell got into a car and drove away
from the building. He headed toward Jessica's car, his gaze still
on the dark green sedan.
Jessica ran from the hotel, looking both ways, hoping to catch
Remington before he left. But there was no sign of her car.
Laura saw Jessica the moment she turned the corner. She honked
the horn, then pulled up beside her sister in law. "What's
wrong?"
Remington left here a few moments ago, chasing after Joe Blakewell,"
Jessica told her. "Maisie Blakewell had a heart attack this
evening."
Laura winced. "Is she-?"
"I'm afraid so. Katherine's quite upset."
"I don't doubt it. Why is Remington following Joe?"
Laura asked, as Jessica got into the car. "Do you know which
way he went?"
"The last I saw of him, he was turning the corner at the
end of the block," Jessica said. "Remington was searching
Maisie's apartment," she explained. "Joe arrived and
Robert barely managed to keep him out of there. The next thing
I knew, Robert came back and told me that Remington was following
Joe."
- ***
Joe Blakewell pulled the green Ford into the curb beside Sheaffer
Import-Export, then got out and entered the building using a
key. Remington watched, and was about to get out of the car and
look for another way in when the car telephone rang.
"Steele here," he said, his eyes still glued to the
building, where he could see a faint glow in one of the windows.
"Where are you?" Laura asked in a tone that was a mixture
of anger and relief.
"The Import house," he told her. "I followed Joe
down here. How is Edward?"
"Probably sleeping. He ran us all out. I went to meet you
at Katherine's, only to discover that you'd taken off on your
own."
"Laura, you sound as if you don't think I can handle this,"
he said.
"Of course you can. It's just that if Joe is the killer,
I'd feel better if you had back up. I'll be there in ten minutes."
Remington sighed. "Okay. I'll give you ten minutes, and
then I'm going in. I don't want to risk Blakewell's giving us
the slip."
"Just be careful." She hung up, glancing at Jessica
as she increased the car's speed. "He's at Sheaffer's,"
she said. "Joe's there." As she approached a railroad
track, the lights came on and the bar began to lower. "Damn."
Looking at her watch, she sighed deeply. "I just hope his
watch is running slow."
- ***
Remington looked at his watch, then up and down the street. Where
was Laura? She'd said ten minutes-, it had been twelve. And Laura
was nothing if not punctual. Taking his time, he got out of the
car. She'd be there before he crossed the street, he was certain.
But she wasn't. He listened for the sound of her car as he went
around the corner of the building, past the spot where they had
likely found Edward earlier. He'd run right past this area as
he'd chased the killer. The side door was still unlocked, and
Remington paused another moment as he gave Laura another minute,
then entered the building. She would follow him inside when she
got here, he told himself.
Inside, he could see the light coming from the same office where
he and Laura had found Glen Darnell's body. He approached the
doorway quietly until he was able to see Joe Blakewell, his head
buried in a file cabinet, files strewn around the room as he
finished going through them. "Looking for something in particular,
Joe?" Remington asked in a soft voice that caused the young
man to jump and look at him with frightened eyes.
"Mr. Steele. What- What are you doing here?"
"I think I'm the one who should be asking that question,
don't you think, Joe?"
"I don't have to have a reason. The place is mine now that
Glenn Darnell's dead."
"Why did you kill him? Did being involved in a murder frighten
him? Did he threaten to go to the police?"
Joe laughed. Whatever Remington expected Joe's reaction to be,
it hadn't been that the young reporter would find the idea humorous.
- ***
The train cleared the tracks, and Laura handed the phone to Jessica.
"Keep trying. The operator keeps saying that she can't get
a clear line." She put the car back into gear and accelerated
toward the docks. With any luck, they would be there any minute.
Jessica hung up. "There's no answer. He's not in the car."
Laura's fingers tightened on the steering wheel as she turned
her little car behind Jessica's. "I'll go in. You stay out
here and-," she stopped as Jessica began to shake her head.
"Laura, this is my fight. I have to confront Joe about this
even if no one else does."
"Come on, then." They easily found the unlocked side
door, and entered the dark warehouse.
"I'm glad you find it amusing, Joe. Murder's a very serious
business." Laura and Jessica stopped at the sound of Remington's
voice and hid behind some boxes to listen.
"I'm sorry. It's just that the idea of my cousin being worried
about getting involved in a murder- the only thing that would
worry him would be getting caught. But he was very good at avoiding
that-of shifting blame. He framed my father ten years ago."
"Do you have proof of that?"
"I did- while my mother and I were staying with him after
the trial, I found some women's clothing in his bedroom. And
a photograph of him and the woman my father was convicted of
killing. It wasn't my father who was having the affair with the
woman, it was Glen." Jessica closed her eyes upon hearing
his words, and Laura reached out to grasp her hand in silent
sympathy.
"Why didn't you tell anyone about it?"
"I told my mother. And suddenly she was dead too. When I
tried to tell someone else, Glen told everyone that I was crazy,
that I needed to be put away. Of course, by then, he'd destroyed
the evidence I'd found."
"So you spent the last ten years trying to find a way to
get back at the people you believed responsible for your parents'
deaths. Your cousin, the attorney who represented your father-."
Joe shook his head. "I figured Glen would get what was coming
to him eventually. Dealing drugs the way he was doing, he had
to get caught sometime. As for Miss Beecham, I don't hold her
responsible for what happened to my father. I know she did the
best she could."
"You do?"
"She was going to help more, but my father died- and then
mother. I didn't know how to get in touch with her, or I would
have contacted her with what I knew. No, it was Glen and his
partner that's responsible for what happened. Not you sister."
Jessica refused to let Laura hold her back as she rose and approached
the office. "His partner?" Remington asked.
"That's what I was looking for in here. Something that would
point me in the right direction. Whoever he was working with
was careful not to leave anything laying around."
"Unless it pertained to Antony Roselli," Jessica pointed
out.
Remington and Joe turned to look at both she and Laura. "There
you two are," Remington said. His confusion was evident
as he looked to his wife for help. "Any ideas?"
"Not yet," she told him, watching as Jessica moved
a step nearer Joe.
"Joe, I want to tell you how sorry I am about what happened,"
Jessica began, but Joe simply waved away her words.
"Hey, it's over. And I found Maisie out of all of it. She
was like the grandmother I never had. If it hadn't been for her-well,
I don't know where I would have ended up."
Mention of Maisie reminded Remington of the bottle in his pocket.
"Joe, do you know why Maisie would refill these two days
ago and the bottle be empty today?"
Joe took the bottle. "Where'd you get this?" Seeing
Remington's uncomfortable expression, Joe shook his head. "I
had a feeling that you were in that apartment. Mr. Brandon was
trying too hard to get me to not go inside." He turned his
attention back to the brown plastic cylinder. "This does
say it was recently refilled," he agreed. "And she
didn't have to take them very often. The only time she had a
problem with her heart was when she was upset or frightened."
Laura held out her hand. "May I?" She read the label.
"Is it possible that someone frightened her to death? Then
kept the pills from her so that she couldn't take one?"
"There were two cups on the counter," Remington recalled.
"As if she had been making tea for herself and someone else
before she became ill."
"She quite likely was," Laura said. "I think we
need to have a talk with the doorman, see if anyone visited Maisie
today."
Joe's eyes narrowed. "You think Maisie was murdered? Oh,
God. Why?"
"Maybe to set you up," Laura suggested. "Make
it look as if you're on a vendetta against Jessica because of
your parents."
"Once Edward Holt's memory returns, he'll be able to identify
his attacker- and the person who murdered Glen Darnell,"
Remington pointed out.
Joe looked from Jessica, to Laura, to Remington. "You still
don't trust me, do you?"
"Of course we do," Laura said quietly.
"No. No, you don't. Well, I'll prove to you that I'm not
trying to hurt Miss Beecham or anyone else. I even offered to
help, earlier," he said.
"I remember, Joe," Jessica said gently.
"I guess I'll just have to prove it," he declared,
and then pushed past Laura and Jessica to run from the office.
Remington and the women gave chase, but he was in his car before
they got out of the building. With a squeal of rubber on pavement,
he was gone. Remington started for Jessica's car again, but Laura
grabbed his arm. "Where are you going now?"
"To follow him," he told her.
"I think we'd be better off talking to Eddie, don't you?"
"You believe his story?" Remington asked her.
"I do," Jessica answered. "He wasn't angry with
me, Remington," she said, deftly taking her keys from his
hand. "You and Laura go on, talk to Eddie. I'm going to
see if I can't do a bit of digging into Glen Darnell's background.
I know that Mildred didn't find anything. But there has to be
something if Joe's right."
"Mildred was going back to the office," Laura told
her. "To finish up the research. You might check with her."
"I will."
Once Jessica's car had gone, Laura turned to Remington. "Now
would you kindly explain why you brought Daddy's memory into
this?"
"Because," he said, going around to the driver's side
of the car, "I'm hoping that the killer will go after Edward
to keep him from remembering."
"You WHAT?!" she questioned in disbelief.
He looked at her over the black fabric roof. "Laura, Lt.
Cohen left he guard on Edward, remember?"
"Daddy sent HIM away too," Laura said. "Said he
didn't need a guard."
"Damn," Remington breathed, getting into the car and
starting the engine. "Coming, Laura?" he asked, revving
the engine.
Laura got into the car and barely had time to fasten her seatbelt
before finding herself thrown back against her seat as Remington
hit the gas. "What about Eddie?" she asked him.
"Call Robert, ask him to talk to Eddie, find out if he saw
anyone visiting Maisie this afternoon."
Laura dialed the number, praying as she did so that they would
be on time to save her father from a second attempt on his life.
To Be Continued. . .
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