Donally, Claire - Cat Nap (A SUNNY & SHADOW MYSTERY)

She may smell terrible, but I have to admit, this one is generous.

Shadow ate enough to take the edge off his hunger and drank greedily. It was dry and dusty up beyond the ceiling. Then he took a quick trip to the litter box and started climbing back up again. Humans were supposed to sleep at this time of night, but he couldn’t be sure about the One Who Reeks. Best to be gone in case she came in to check the room.

Although she’s welcome to all the gifts I left. He hadn’t covered up the deposit he’d left in the litter box.

*

Dawn Featherstone toldSunny and Will to back up. “You a cop?” she asked Will, who nodded.

“Okay. Take out the gun, just with the tips of your fingers, and put it on the ground. And then both of you, drop your cell phones,” Dawn ordered, following the TV cop show writer’s rules of procedure.

Will disarmed himself, and he and Sunny dropped their phones.

“You have handcuffs?” Dawn asked. “Yeah. Toss me the keys. Then take the cuffs and put ’em on your right wrist. Stick that hand over here.” Dawn pointed to a sturdy metal ladder on the side of the play structure. “Now, you. Come around and click the other side of the cuffs to your left wrist.”

When Sunny complied, they were pretty well attached to the jungle gym. The ladder was kid-sized, the rungs set too closely together to squeeze through. Its base was set in concrete, and the top was welded to one of the metal pipes supporting the structure, Looks like we’re here for the duration, Sunny thought as the cuff snapped shut.

“Good.” Dawn might get most of her ideas from TV, but she seemed to know her way around firearms. She picked up Will’s pistol and efficiently removed the magazine. After throwing that and the handcuff keys in one direction into the darkness, she kicked the empty pistol and the phones the opposite way.

Then she checked the bag that Sunny had brought. “Newspaper. It figures. Those rich old broads, they’re really cheap.”

Dawn shrugged. “Well, I still have what I came with. And by the time anybody finds you, I’ll be long gone.” She repacked the duffel, slung it over her shoulder, and left.

Sunny tugged against the cuff, wincing as the hard metal cut into her wrist. “What are we going to do?”

“Looks as if Dawn knows lots about TV cops, but not so much about real ones.” He twisted around, trying to get his free hand into his right pocket. “For instance, in the real world, it’s a good idea to carry a spare set of keys.”

He fished the keys out, freed himself and Sunny, then retrieved his pistol. “You also carry a spare magazine or two.” He clicked one in place, worked the action, and started after Dawn.

“Stay back,” he warned Sunny. “I don’t know if that gun she was waving around is loaded, but she seems to know how to use it.”

Sunny let him lead, but she was almost on his heels as he ran in the direction Dawn had taken. “Carrying all that cash, Dawn won’t want to run far. She must have a car close by.”

They exited the darkness of the park and looked up and down the street ahead. It was empty. Keeping his pistol down by his side, Will ran to the first intersection, looking first right, then left.

Halfway down the block, Sunny spotted Dawn dangling from a big figure’s right hand. His left hand held out her gun. Olek gave the girl a shake and then deposited her in the street. Beside him, Dani was shouldering the duffel bag as Will and Sunny came up. “It was just as well we give you the backing,” Dani said. “She was a trickier one than you thought.”

Olek kept a cold eye on the pistol in Will’s hand, Dawn’s gun ready in his.

“Okay, you got what you wanted.” Will’s voice went into tough cop mode. “You’ll be heading out of town now?”

“Right now,” Dani promised. “We finish with the doctor’s business, so you tell the other cops to check his bank. Not so good. I don’t know if I come back.” He sighed. “More trouble.”

Then he looked at Sunny. “But remember this. I owe you a favor.”

She watched the Ukrainian odd couple head off for their car. “Guess we’d better start looking for our phones so we can call Trumbull,” she said. “I bet he’s going to love this.”

*

Detective Trumbull wasdefinitely not in a good mood. Even Fitch was staying out of his way. “You’ve got a hell of a nerve,” the big man rumbled at Sunny. Then he glared at Will. “And why in God’s name did you help her?”

“We were trying to break up an extortion attempt,” Will said. “Preferably in a way that wouldn’t cause any embarrassment for an elected official.”

“Yeah? Well, you’ll find that Maine officials don’t have much pull on this side of the river,” Trumbull said, but that was mostly bluff. One thing that Sunny had learned from her dad was that politics was definitely the art of the possible.

Trumbull regarded them sourly for a moment. “So you thought that you could talk this girl out of blackmail, and she turns up with a duffel full of money—money that Rigsdale had gotten his hands on.”

“Money that these two foreign guys turned up and claimed,” Sunny said.

“They’re some sort of Ukrainian loan sharks,” Will said. “I thought things were going to get hairy, but they had paperwork proving that the money belonged to them.”

“You can check with Martin’s bank,” Sunny added.

“Right,” the detective said with heavy irony. “Everything nice and neat. I know when I’m being handed a package. And don’t keep smiling at me like a nine-year-old, young woman. I should rat your boyfriend here out to Sheriff Nesbit and get his butt roasted but good.”

Sunny continued to give him a bright smile. But you’ve got other things to worry about, like a murder investigation circus that’s just gained two more rings. And I’ve done some checking. As annoyed as you might be with Will, you really don’t like Frank Nesbit.

Finally, Trumbull made a cutting gesture with his hand. “All right. Thanks very much for your statements. I’ll be questioning Ms. Featherstone. Good-bye.”

As they got back into Sunny’s Wrangler, she was still in a good mood. “Well, that could have gone much worse. Feel like having a very early breakfast?”

Will shook his head, frowning in thought. “We’ve dumped a lot on Trumbull’s plate, but it still doesn’t clear Jane. And even worse, we’re clean out of murder suspects.”

“Then we’ll have to look for more,” Sunny replied. “And considering the way Martin liked to spend his time, I expect that they’ll be female.” She drove for a moment in silence. “In fact, I’m pretty sure there must be another lover in the underbrush.”

“What leads you to that conclusion, Sherlock?” Will asked.

“Martin’s secret doorway to paradise,” Sunny replied. “It has to be the way the killer got in. I expect Dawn didn’t know about it—after all, that was how Martin was sneaking Christine in, literally behind her back. Dawn was on the front desk, and we were the only people who came in that way—that’s why she keeps insisting that Jane did Martin in.”

Will nodded slowly. “We know the back door was unlocked for Christine. Now we just have to find out who used it instead.”

“At least we’ve gotten Jane and Tobe some breathing space.” The conversation lapsed for a moment as Sunny negotiated the bridge crossing. “In the meantime, I’d like to suggest a new project.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with blackmail and foreign money launderers, does it?” Will asked warily.

“No,” Sunny told him, “it’s a lot farther down the scale—catnapping.”