- Steele With
a Twist 3:
- Tarnished
Steele
- Episode 3
- "And you have no idea who this
Lila Malone is?" Murphy asked once Steele had finished explaining
what he knew about recent events.
"Nonewhatsoever. Her voice wasn't familiar when I listened
to her message."
"It's probably some slime bucket you sent up the river,"
Mildred suggested, handing him the newspaper that he'd convinced
Murphy to take the time to stop and buy.
Murphy smirked. "Up the river?" Slime bucket? He
mouthed in Steele's direction.
"To the slammer," Mildred expounded, not seeing the
glance that passed between the two men.
"You're quite likely right, Mildred," Steele agreed.
"The question is: Who?"
"It's a long list, Steele," Murphy reminded him. "And-
since we don't have access to the agency's files-"
"We don't? Why not?"
"Oops," Murphy muttered, pulling the court order from
his jacket pocket. He handed it across the back of the seat.
"The Board's shut us down pending an investigation. Office
is padlocked, files confiscated."
Steele glanced at the paper and sat back. "Damn. How the
bloody hell are we supposed to prove my innocence if we can't
get access TOO that proof?"
"I think that's the idea," Murphy told him. "Look,
whoever it is, they're good. Must've been planning this for some
time to have things this far along already."
"You're right. Don't you have a connection at the Parole
Board, Murphy? That young woman-"
"Lesley? Heck, I haven't talked to her in months."
"Maybe it's time you renewed your acquaintance," Steele
suggested. "See if she can tell you who might have been
released recently that would have a grudge against the agency."
"I'll try. The bank's just around the corner," Murphy
informed him. A police car passed, and Steele sunk down in the
seat. "You know, it might not be a good idea for you to
go in there, Steele. If anyone recognizes you-"
"So how am I supposed to get into that safety deposit box,
Murphy?" Steele asked.
"I can do it," Mildred told them. She smiled. "I
was going to have to do it sooner or later, right?" Opening
her briefcase, she pulled out a paper.
"I can't ask you to involve yourself in this, Mildred,"
Steele said.
"Who's asking? You have to understand that if I DO find
something in that box that proves beyond a doubt that you're
guilty, I won't be able to keep quiet-."
"I assure you, Mildred, I'm innocent. And I would appreciate
the help." He looked at Murphy as the woman gathered her
purse and briefcase. "Why don't you go with her, Murphy?"
"Me? Why?"
"because he doesn't trust me," Mildred answered. "That's
all right, Mr. Steele. I don't think I'd trust anyone if I was
in your position, either. Come on, Michaels. You can play Federal
Marshal." She glanced at him. "Wouldn't happen to have
a badge you could flash in there, would you?"
"A bit unethical, don't you think, Mildred?" Steele
questioned, frowning as Murphy reached over and opened the glove
box to remove a leather wallet. "Murphy?"
The blonde man gave him a sheepish look as he flashed the shield
in Steele's direction and then pocketed it. "Necessary sometimes,
Boss. Besides," he said, opening the door to get out, "it
was Laura's idea."
"Umm," Steele murmured disapprovingly. "Once this
is over, Murphy, I think a bit of remedial ethics study is in
order. For you AND Miss Holt."
***
Inside the bank, Murphy followed Mildred across the lobby to
the desk that led to the safety deposit boxes. "I'm here
to get the contents of Box 1786," she informed the woman,
tossing her identification on the desk between them as she spoke.
The woman glanced at the card, then at Mildred. "You have
a court order, I'm sure?"
Mildred sighed, pulling out the slip of paper she'd removed earlier.
"I sent you confirmation about this on my own letter head-
you've been expecting it, and you know it. Now cough it up, honey."
The woman picked up the keys, then looked at Murphy. "Are
you IRS too?"
He shook his head, then flashed the badge at her as she turned
toward the barred entryway to the bank's vault. She removed the
box and set it on a table. "Thank you," Mildred said,
dismissing the woman with a cool glance.
"You're pretty good at this," Murphy commented to Mildred
as he opened the box to inspect the contents.
"yeah, well, you learn a little spending fifteen years on
the IRS Fraud squad," she informed him.
"Fraud squad?" he questioned, then turned his attention
to cleaning out the box into Mildred's briefcase.
"What's this?" Mildred asked, picking up a coin.
"No telling. Just put it in here and we'll check it later."
He fastened the locks with a click and then returned the box
to its cubicle. "Shall we, Miss Krebs?"
***
"I can't believe you're going after Mr. Steele when you
don't even have a body, Jarvis," Laura insisted.
"The evidence points to the high probability that there
IS a body somewhere, Miss Holt," he replied, turning onto
the street where Valley Bank was located.
Laura saw Murphy's car sitting in the parking lot, and was sure
she saw someone in the back seat. As they got out of the car,
Laura asked, "If you won't tell me anything else, maybe
you could tell me whether or not you've checked to see if anyone
that the Agency put away over the years has gotten out of prison
recently."
"Haven't checked," Jarvis told her, indicating that
she should precede him into the bank.
As they came out of the vault, Murphy glanced toward the doors,
then quickly steered Mildred behind some potted plants. "Uh-oh."
"What's wrong?" Mildred asked, then saw Laura Holt
with a man wearing a rumpled suit. "Isn't that Miss Holt?"
"Yeah. With Lt. Jarvis. The LAPD's boy wonder of homicide."
"They're probably here to get whatever's in the safety deposit
box," Mildred told him. "So how are we going to get
out?"
"Just wait," Murphy said, then did exactly that. Once
Jarvis turned toward the vault, Murphy grabbed Mildred's arm.
"Come on. Don't run. Just don't' stop."
"This is so exciting," Mildred sighed, following Murphy
out of the bank without incident.
"I was getting a little worried," Steele informed them
from his hiding place in the rear floorboard of the car. "What
took you so long?"
"It wasn't that long," Murphy told him, starting the
car and putting it into gear. "It just seemed that way,
since you were waiting. Laura and Jarvis are inside the bank,
probably finding out that the IRS just confiscated the contents
of your safety deposit box."
"I know. I saw them arrive and go in. What was in the box?"
Steele asked.
Mildred started to open the briefcase, but Murphy placed a hand
on the leather surface. "Why don't we wait till we're someplace
a little safer than the streets, um?"
"And where might that be?" Steele questioned. "My
apartment's swarming with police, I'm sure they're watching Laura's
house and yours, since you're employed at the Agency."
"They're not watching my house," Mildred said. "And
it's only a few miles from here."
Steele looked at her. "You're certain, Mildred? I'd hate
for you to put yourself at risk-"
"Let's just say that I like rooting for the underdog, Mr.
Steele. I don't like seeing innocent people hurt."
"What's the address," Murphy asked.
****
Laura hung back as Jarvis interrogated the poor woman who had
given access to the safety deposit boxes to someone from the
IRS. "And you just handed it over?" he asked.
"She was with a Federal Marshal," the woman insisted.
"This- Federal Marshal," Jarvis asked, "Wouldn't
have been around six foot tall, dark hair, blue eyes, would he?"
"No. He was tall, blonde. Boy next door type."
"Did you at least get a name for either of them?"
"I know my job, Lt. Jarvis," the woman declared, offended.
She held out the paper. "Mildred Krebs."
Laura found herself wondering how Harry had managed to convince
Miss Krebs to go along with this. And then she wondered WHY Miss
Krebs was still with Murphy and Harry. "looks like a dead
end, Jarvis," she commented.
"Yeah. Guess so," Jarvis replied as they left the bank.
"Look, can I get a lift back to my car? Since you're obviously
not going to prove that Mr. Steele's innocent, I have to work
to do." When Jarvis gave her a long look, she added, "Unless
I'm under arrest."
"No. You're free to go." He turned to an officer. "Morgan!"
"Yes, Lieutenant?"
"Drive Miss Holt back to Rossmore to get her car."
"Yes, sir."
Jarvis opened the passenger door for Laura to get inside, then
closed it. Leaning down, he said, "Miss Holt, I think you
should remember that this is an open police investigation of
a possible murder. If you get in the way, you could get hurt."
"I've been hurt before, Jarvis," Laura assured him.
"I'm just trying to make sure that you don't send an innocent
man to prison."
Jarvis straightened as the car drove away. Picking up his radio,
he called, "Jacobs."
"Yeah, Jimmy?"
Morgan's taking Holt back to her car. I want a tail on her. She
could lead us to Steele."
"I'm on it," Jacobs said through the static. Jarvis
got into his own car. It was time to call in that favor from
an IRS auditor. He wanted to find out why an IRS agent would
have taken the contents of that box.
***
Remington looked around the small house. "Very nice, Mildred."
"Thanks. Anyone want coffee? Tea?"
"Coffee sounds good," Remington said.
"Yeah," Murphy agreed. "Coffee." He held
up a Raymond Chandler novel that was laying open and face down
on the coffee table, showing the title to Steele.
Remington found a half read paperback romance nearby. "Rather
eclectic, our Miss Krebs," he said softly, listening as
the woman under discussion puttered in the kitchen. "Why
is she with you?"
"She was there when they came to shut down the office. I
figured there was no sense in letting them join forces, so-"
"So?"
"I told them that she was our new receptionist," Murphy
confessed.
"You what?"
"And then we high tailed out of there. The only reason she
went along was because I promised her first crack at you when
we found you."
"Oh, thanks, Murphy."
"She's eating out of the palm of your hand, Steele,"
Murphy pointed out. "She-"
"And what if something from that safety deposit box is so
incriminating that I can't charm my way out of it, eh?"
Remington asked.
"Here we go," Mildred said, returning with a tray containing
three cups of coffee, sugar and cream.
"Let me take that," Remington offered, deftly plucking
the tray from the woman's hands and carrying it to the coffee
table.
"Thank you, Mr. Steele." She picked up the detective
novel and smiled, a bit embarrassed, and laid it aside as Murphy
laid the briefcase in that spot. She opened the latches. "Newspaper
articles about the Conover Coin Robbery," she said, handing
them to Murphy. "And what looks like a confession to the
robbery written and signed by a- Louis Malone, dated almost seven
years ago."
"Let me see that," Remington said, holding out his
hand. He shook his head. "I've never seen this before."
"These aren't much help either," Murphy told him, lifting
the newspaper clippings. "A detailed report about the robbery,
an interview with Mr. Conover, who said that since the police
weren't able to find the person who stole his collection of rare
coins, he had decided to hire a private investigator."
"He doesn't name me specifically," Remington pointed
out, glancing at the article. "I remember now. He said he
didn't want to reveal who the investigator was until he found
the coins and the thief. But since neither were found, he never
revealed who he'd hired."
Murphy held up the last article. "And Mr. Conover's obituary,
stating almost word for word what you just said."
Remington looked into the case. "Was that everything?"
"Oh," Mildred said, digging through the folders. "There
was one other thing. A coin."
"A coin?"
She pulled it out. "Some kind of general on it," she
said, handing it to Remington.
"Hmm," Remington said, rubbing the coin between his
fingers. "Probably put there to make it look like I got
to Malone before he sold the coins and took one as evidence."
"Let me see it," Murphy said. Remington flipped it
toward his partner, who caught it easily. "Should be easy
enough to find out if it's one of the Conover collection, shouldn't
it?"
"With some digging, maybe. That news article doesn't list
every coin."
"So what's our next move, Mr. Steele?" Mildred asked.
"You still believe I'm innocent, Mildred?"
"I don't see anything here that makes it anymore than your
word against this guy's daughter's word," Mildred pointed
out as the telephone rang. All three jumped nervously. Mildred
picked it up. "Hello?--Supervisor Melisch. What a surprise--well,
--yes, yes, I did, but there was a very good reason for it--
Mr. Steele never showed-- No. I didn't know that there was a
murder involved. Really? --Yes, but-" she looked flustered.
"My car's got a flat tire--Yes, I've got a spare, but it's
got TWO flat tires." Murphy winced. Remington covered his
face with his hand. "I think that kid down the street whose
father I audited last year--A courier? Sure. I'll have it ready
for him--No problem." She hung up and visibly sagged. "They're
sending a courier over to get the contents of the safety deposit
box."
"And Jarvis will probably be on that courier's tail,"
Murphy pointed out, his eyes on Steele.
Remington stood there for a long moment as if weighing his options.
When he spoke, his voice was soft. "I think it's time I
cut you and Laura loose on this, Murphy."
To Be Continued---
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