Tess Gerritsen: Thief Of Hearts aka Stolen

Now, by the light of morning, the symbolism of that nightmare was all too clear. Panthers. Dangerous women.

He shook off the image and poured himself another cup of coffee.

Beryl took a nibble of toast and marmalade, the whole time watching him. “Tell me, Jordie,” she said. “Where did you hear about Nimrod Associates?”

“What?” Jordan glanced guiltily at his sister. “Oh, I don’t know. A while ago.”

“I thought it came up last night,” said Richard.

Jordan reached automatically for a slice of toast. “Yes, I suppose that’s when I heard it. Veronica must have mentioned the name.”

Beryl was still watching him. This was the downside of being so close to one’s sister; she could tell when he was being evasive.

“I notice you’re rather chummy with Veronica Cairncross these days,” she observed.

“Oh, well.” He laughed. “We try to keep up the friendship.”

“At one time, I recall, it was more than friendship.”

“That was ages ago.”

“Yes. Before she was married.”

Jordan looked at her with feigned astonishment. “You’re not thinking…good Lord, you can’t possibly imagine…”

“You’ve been acting so odd lately. I’m just trying to figure out what’s wrong with you.”

“Nothing. There’s nothing wrong with me.” Save for the fact I’ve recently taken up a life of crime, he thought.

He took a sip of tepid coffee and almost choked on it when Richard said, “Look. It’s the police.”

An official car had turned onto Chetwynd’s private road. It pulled into the gravel driveway and out stepped Constable Glenn, looking trim and snappy in uniform. He waved to the trio on the terrace.

As the policeman came up the steps, Jordan thought, This is it, then. I’ll be ignominiously hauled off to prison. My face in the papers, my name disgraced…

“Good morning to you all,” said Constable Glenn cheerily. “May I inquire if Lord Lovat’s about?”

“You’ve just missed him,” said Beryl. “Uncle Hugh’s gone off to London for the week.”

“Oh. Well, perhaps I should speak with you, then.”

“Do sit down.” Beryl smiled and indicated a chair. “Join us for some breakfast.”

Oh, lovely, thought Jordan. What would she offer him next? Tea? Coffee? My brother, the thief?

Constable Glenn sat down and smiled primly at the cup of coffee set before him. He took a sip, careful not to let his mustache get wet. “I suppose,” he said, setting his cup down, “that you know about the robbery at Mr. Delancey’s residence.”

“We heard about it last night,” said Beryl. “Have you any leads?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact. We have a pretty good idea what we’re dealing with here.” Constable Glenn looked at Jordan and smiled.

Weakly, Jordan smiled back.

“A matter of excellent police work, I’m sure,” said Beryl.

“Well, not exactly,” admitted the constable. “More a case of carelessness on the burglar’s part. You see, she dropped her stocking cap. We found it in Mr. Delancey’s bedroom.”

“She?” said Richard. “You mean the burglar’s a woman?”

“We’re going on that assumption, though we could be wrong. There was a very long strand of hair in the cap. Blond. It would’ve reached well below her-or his-shoulders. Does that sound like anyone you might know?” Again he looked at Jordan.

“No one I can think of,” Jordan said quickly. “That is-there are some blondes in our circle of acquaintances. But not a burglar among them.”

“It could be anyone. Anyone at all. It’s not the first break-in we’ve had in this neighborhood. Three just this year. And the culprit might even be someone you know. You’d be surprised, Mr. Tavistock, what sort of misbehavior occurs, even in your social circle.”

Jordan cleared his throat. “I can’t imagine.”

“This woman, whoever she is, is quite bold. She entered through a downstairs locked door. Got upstairs without alarming the butler. Only then did she get careless-caused a bit of a racket. That’s when she was chased out.”

“Was anything taken?” asked Beryl.

“Not so far as Mr. Delancey knows.”

So Guy Delancey didn’t report the stolen letters, thought Jordan. Or perhaps he never even noticed they were missing.

“This time she slipped up,” said Constable Glenn. “But there’s always the chance she’ll strike again. That’s what I came to warn you about. These things come in waves, you see. A certain neighborhood will be chosen. Delancey’s house isn’t that far from here, so Chetwynd could be in her target zone.” He said it with the authority of one who had expert knowledge of the criminal mind. “A residence as grand as yours would be quite a temptation.” Again he looked directly at Jordan.

Again Jordan had that sinking feeling that the good Constable Glenn knew more than he was letting on. Or is it just my guilty conscience?

Constable Glenn rose and addressed Beryl. “You’ll let Lord Lovat know of my concerns?”

“Of course,” said Beryl. “I’m sure we’ll be perfectly all right. After all, we do have a security expert on the premises.” She beamed at Richard. “And he’s quite trustworthy.”

“I’ll look over the household arrangements,” said Richard. “We’ll beef up security as necessary.”

Constable Glenn nodded in satisfaction. “Good day, then. I’ll let you know how things develop.”

They watched the constable march smartly back to his car. As it drove away, up the tree-lined road, Richard said, “I wonder why he felt the need to warn us personally.”

“As a special favor to Uncle Hugh, I’m sure,” said Beryl. “Constable Glenn was employed by MI6 years ago as a ‘watcher’-domestic surveillance. I think he still feels like part of the team.”

“Still, I get the feeling there’s something else going on.”

“A woman burglar,” said Beryl thoughtfully. “My, we have come a long way.” Suddenly she burst out laughing. “Lord, what a relief to hear it’s a she! ”

“Why?” asked Richard.

“Oh, it’s just too ridiculous to mention.”

“Tell me, anyway.”

“You see, after last night, I thought-I mean, it occurred to me that-” She laughed harder. She sat back, flush with merriment, and pressed her hand to her mouth. Between giggles she managed to choke out the words. “I thought Jordie might be the cat burglar!”

Richard burst out laughing, as well. Like two giddy school kids, he and Beryl collapsed against each other in a fit of the sillies.

Jordan ’s response was to calmly bite off a corner of his toast. Though his throat had gone dry as chalk, he managed to swallow down a mouthful of crumbs. “I fail to see the humor in all this,” he said.

They only laughed harder as he bore the abuse with a look of injured dignity.

Clea spotted Guy Delancey walking toward the refreshment tent. It was the three-minute time-out between the third and fourth chukkers, and a general exodus was under way from the polo viewing stands. Briefly she lost sight of him in the press of people, and she felt a momentary panic that all her detective work would be for nothing. She’d made a few discreet inquiries in the village that morning, had learned that most of the local gentry would almost certainly be headed for the polo field that afternoon. Armed with that tip, she’d called Delancey’s house, introduced herself as Lady So-and-So, and asked the butler if Mr. Delancey was still meeting her at the polo game as he’d promised.

The butler assured her that Mr. Delancey would be at the field.

It had taken her the past hour to track him down in the crowd. She wasn’t about to lose him now.