I DECIDED TO FACE THE MUSIC AND TAKE THE DISC TO the police.
Was it smart?
I honestly didn’t know, especially with Yuri’s threat hanging over my head.
Yuri knew I didn’t kill Drago. I knew I didn’t kill Drago. But the police… well, I liked to think that if Yuri came forward and produced the receipt from Bucharest, the police would need a little more evidence before they locked me up and threw away the key.
Besides, I had bigger things to worry about than a restaurant receipt.
I had to admit that as a detective, I was a failure. Somehow, everything had turned into a gigantic mess. The worst of it was, I was confused about exactly what had happened and where our investigation had gone wrong. If all Yuri needed to establish that Beyla killed Drago was the disc now residing in my Sinatra jewel case, why wasn’t it enough for me to prove that she was guilty? Except for the fact that it was all in Romanian, of course.
But now the stakes were higher. No matter what Yuri said, there was something about him I just couldn’t trust. Something dangerous. Which is why, at some point in the day after I’d run into Yuri at the restaurant-a day in which my stomach was tied in knots and my head pounded like a brass band-I’d decided to let the professionals sort it all out.
As for me… well, I’d probably have enough time to work things through for myself.
Like the three to ten years I’d get for stealing evidence from a crime scene.
That evening after work when I stopped home to collect the disc, I packed a small overnight bag. I wasn’t going to take the chance that they wouldn’t give me a toothbrush when they threw me in the slammer. I stashed my fuzzy slippers in the bag, too, then gave myself a mental slap and pulled them out again. Something told me pink faux fur was not de rigueur in lockdown.
As I zipped up my bag, I noticed my hands were trembling. For about the hundredth time that day, I looked longingly at the phone, wishing I could call Jim. Jim would understand. I couldn’t explain how I knew it, but I was certain in a way that I had never been certain about anything before. Jim would support me. Jim would come to the police station with me, and stand by my side. He’d hold my hand if I asked him.
But I couldn’t ask him, not for any of it.
Not without involving him-and there was no way I was going to do that.
After everything that had happened with Peter, I knew enough not to fall head over heels for any guy. Not too quickly, anyway. But I couldn’t deny that I liked Jim-more than just a little. It wouldn’t be fair to tangle him up in this mess. After all, Jim had plans, and he had ambitions of his own. Someday, he was going to own that upscale restaurant he’d always dreamed about. I wasn’t about to risk embroiling him in my problems.
I set my bag down by the door and went to the living room where I kept my CD player, and what was left of my collection of music after Peter had gotten through raiding it. I grabbed the jewel case with “Sinatra” written on the front of it with the disc we’d found at Miss Magda’s inside, and tucked it in my purse. I took a deep breath and threw my shoulders back, hoping that a big dose of false courage would be enough to keep me going. But no sooner had I turned to the door, when the phone rang. The machine picked up immediately.
“Miss Capshaw. You know who this is.”
Yuri.
“Your little trick, it did not work so good. I am not amused. How stupid you were to think I could be so easily fooled.” He clicked his tongue. “I like Sinatra, but really!”
Sinatra?
It took a second for the pieces to fall into place. When they did, my blood went cold.
With one ear still tuned to the rest of what Yuri had to say, I raced to the bedroom. Sure enough, the jewel case where I’d originally stashed Beyla’s disc was gone. I hadn’t told Eve I’d switched the disc for Sinatra’s greatest hits. And Eve was the only one who had a duplicate key to my apartment. That meant-
I flew back in the living room just in time to hear Yuri say something about a last chance.
“You have only one hour. Then I will be forced to take serious measures.”
I didn’t like the sound of that.
I grabbed the phone and hit the Talk button. “Hello? Hello? I’m here. I’m listening. I couldn’t answer in time.”
There was no reply. I cursed myself for being so slow. But then I heard a rustling, as if the phone was being handed from one person to another.
“Annie?”
I almost didn’t recognize Eve’s voice, it was so soft and frightened. My heart sank.
“Annie, it’s me. I’m here with Yuri.”
“Are you OK? What on earth possessed you to get the disc and take it to him? Tell him you didn’t know, Eve. Tell Yuri it’s not your fault. You didn’t know I switched the discs.”
“I didn’t know you switched discs.” Eve sniffled. She was crying, and I could tell she wasn’t listening to a word I said. “He says he’s not mad or anything and I hope you’re not, either. I couldn’t let you take the disc to the police, Annie. I didn’t want to see you go to jail. Don’t worry, Yuri says nothing’s going to happen to me but… but…” She sniffed. “Annie, he says I can’t leave. Not until you get here with the real disc. I don’t want to stay here with him.”
“Where’s here? Eve, where are you? Are you-”
“You see we have a serious problem.” Yuri was back on the line. I knew I had to keep the panic out of my voice-there was nothing to be gained from him knowing that I was scared to death. “You will bring the disc, yes?”
For once in my life, I didn’t hesitate. “Yes. Of course.”
“And you will not bring the police.”
I hadn’t thought of that, but now that he mentioned it, it was a damn good idea.
But again, no hesitation. “No. No police. But you have to guarantee me that Eve is going to be OK.”
“OK?” I didn’t see what was so funny about it, but Yuri laughed. “Of course your Miss DeCateur is going to be OK. Why would she not be? You do not think I am a… how do you say it? A bad guy, do you?”
I wasn’t so sure, but I wasn’t taking any chances. “Of course not. And I understand about how you want revenge because of what Beyla did to Drago. But you have to understand-”
“What?”
I have never heard a single word spoken with more venom.
I swallowed down what I was going to say-the part about how if one little hair on Eve’s head was out of place, I was going to hunt Yuri down to the ends of the earth like a dirty dog and hang his intestines on my Christmas tree for garland.
“You have to understand that I need to know where to meet you,” I told him instead.
As it turned out, I didn’t need to worry about the ends of the earth. When I asked Yuri where to bring the disc, his answer was short and sweet.
Arta.
Of course.
IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO FIND A PARKING PLACE IN Georgetown. No big surprise there. But I was surprised when I got to the gallery and didn’t find a single light on.
I hoped I wasn’t too late.
The front door was locked, so I went around to the side. There, the door handle turned easily. I inched the door open and toed the invisible line between the gallery and the stone stoop outside.
“Hello! Yuri? It’s me, Annie. Annie Capshaw. Are you here?”
No answer, and no lights, either. I fished in my purse for my flashlight and flicked it on, sending the skinny beam skimming through the hallway that led from the side door into the gallery. I followed it inside.
“Yuri? Eve? I’m here, and I brought the disc. The right one this time.” I took the disc out of my purse and waved it in the air. I don’t know why, it wasn’t like anyone could see it in the pitch dark. “You want to tell me what’s going on?” I asked. “Just tell me where you want me to leave the disc and-”
My flashlight beam skimmed over a body lying on the floor, and my words evaporated in sheer terror.
Though her face was turned away from me, I’d recognize the haircut and the three-inch heels anywhere.
“Eve!” I raced over to where she was sprawled behind the sales counter. Kneeling beside her, I felt for a pulse. It was thready, but it was there, and she was breathing. I barely had time to register relief when I heard a voice behind me.
“Not dead. Drugged.” It was Yuri.
I hopped to my feet and spun to face him. When the flashlight beam hit his face, he put a hand up to his eyes. “You will turn the light off, please,” he said, but I wasn’t in the mood to negotiate. At least not too much or too soon. I lowered the beam toward the floor.
“Drugged? Why?” I asked him. “Eve wasn’t going to cause any trouble. And she’s not the one who changed the discs-that was me. She didn’t know anything about it.”
“I thought as much.” Yuri took a step toward me. When he did, the light of my flashlight glanced over something metal in his hands. A gun.
My blood rushed so loud and so fast in my ears, I could barely hear what he had to say.
“I thought perhaps that it would be quieter if Miss DeCateur took a little nap. Then she would be less trouble and not so whiny. Poor thing. She is so lovely, but I knew she was not smart enough to change one disc for the other. But you, you are. Now, you have brought the disc with you? The proper disc?”
I put my hand-and the disc in it-behind my back.
“I brought the disc. It’s outside. In the car. Here.” With my other hand, I felt around in my purse for my car keys. It was the same hand I was using to hold the flashlight, and as I searched, the light was smothered. When I found the keys, I tossed them in Yuri’s direction, hoping that when he went to catch them, he’d lower the gun that was pointed directly at me. Wrong. He never even tried to catch the keys. They landed on the floor with a clank.
“Come, come, Miss Capshaw. I have just complimented you. I have told you that I believe you to be a bright young woman. The least you can do is offer me the same confidence in return. I am not stupid. You have the disc with you-you said as much when you walked in. If you will hand it over, we can finish with this business.”
“Not until you tell me what’s going on. What did you give Eve? When will she wake up?”
Yuri chuckled. In the dark, the sound was sinister. And too close for comfort-Yuri had taken a few steps closer.
“You do not understand yet, do you?” he asked. “You think life is like the stories you watch on your American television. Happily ever after. That is what you are waiting for, yes?”
I stepped back. “You’re not going to be happy, either, if you don’t get this disc. How else are you ever going to prove that Beyla is guilty?”
My own words echoed back at me. And that’s when it hit me.
Well, actually,hit me is putting it mildly. It ran into me like a freight train going full speed.
I can’t say that I know what a fell swoop is, but I know for sure that’s how the truth came to me. It landed right on top of me, all in one fell swoop.
“You and Beylaare in it together! Just like I thought when I saw you two at the restaurant. You pretended you were just there trying to find out what she knew, but you were really discussing strategy.” When Yuri didn’t answer, I kept right on putting two and two together. “You’re the one who had dinner with Drago at Bucharest that night. Beyla couldn’t have-she was at class. You’re the one who slipped him the foxglove, then she picked the argument with him to throw us off track. That’s why it was so important for you to get the receipt back. You knew it didn’t show that I was guilty. It showed that you were with Drago the night he died.”
“Brava!” Yuri could afford to give me a little bow and a smile that glinted in the glow of my flashlight. After all, he was the one holding the gun. “So, you are as smart as I thought. That’s too bad, really, because it means I will have to kill you.”
Talk about irony-I almost saidover my dead body.
This was one of those times when actions spoke louder than words.
I shone the flashlight right in Yuri’s eyes.
“Bitch!” He put a hand up to shield the beam, but by that time, I’d already made my move. I took off running across the gallery, switching my flashlight off at the last second so I wouldn’t give away my position. A moment later, I ducked below the front windows so that Yuri couldn’t see me against the bit of light that seeped in from the sidewalk that faced M Street.
“You cannot get away.” From the sound of his voice, I guessed that Yuri hadn’t moved far from where we’d started out, but it was hard to tell. The ceilings were open and high, and his words ricocheted against the redbrick walls and the hardwood floors. “It will be easy to find you here.”
I flattened my back against a cold, stone sculpture. “I was lying when I said I had the disc with me. I left it somewhere. Somewhere safe. And without me, you’ll never find it. Then you won’t have Drago’s inventory. That’s what it is, isn’t it? An inventory list of guns?”
Maybe I was imagining it, but I think the fact that I knew about the guns stunned Yuri a bit-he didn’t say anything for what seemed like an eternity. When he did, his voice came from somewhere on my right. Too close for comfort. I moved from the shelter of the sculpture.
“I hope for your sake that you do not think this is the smart way to deal with our little problem,” he said. “You will only make this harder on yourself. Harder on you and harder on her.”
In a flash, the overhead lights came on. I was blinded for a moment, but that moment dissolved all too quickly. When it did, I saw that Yuri had one hand on the light switch. He had dragged Eve to her feet and was holding her upright with his free arm. Her eyes were still closed, and she could barely stand-she swayed back and forth as if she were drunk. Yuri put the gun to Eve’s head.
“The disc,” he said. “Now. Or your friend dies right here, right now, right in front of your eyes.”
He might have been bluffing, but I wasn’t willing to take the chance. Not with Eve’s life.
I kept my place and held the disc out to him. “Here. Come and get it.”
“Bring it to me.”
“Move away from Eve.”
Yuri laughed. “You try so hard to bargain. I am impressed, Miss Capshaw. Who would have thought that a bank teller could be so tough? But there will be no bargaining. Just as there is no escape. You know too much.”
“You mean about the guns.”
“The guns, yes. The guns Drago was smuggling into this country. He did not want to share the profits, you see.”
“And you figured since you were partners in the gallery, you should be partners in the gun business, too. Except…” Another light went on, this time inside my head. “You weren’t partners in the gallery. You were the one who trashed the place looking for the disc, and when you didn’t find it, Beyla had to come back to look.”
“Very good.” Yuri’s smile was anything but friendly.
“And Tyler, he said something once about how now that Drago was dead, the gallery was closed up. I should have known right then and there. He didn’t just mean it was closed for the day. He meant it was closed for good, and that means that you and Drago were never partners. You were trying to take over his turf in the gun-smuggling business. You and Beyla.”
“If only you had put as much thought into your silly investigation as you are now. Then, perhaps, you would not have trusted me so much. But you didn’t. And now…” Yuri had the nerve to shrug, like we were discussing something no more important than the weather. “When the police find your bodies here, they will be baffled, yes?”
“Not so surprised. They know it is you, Yuri.”
This voice came from somewhere in the shadows behind Yuri. It was distorted by the echo. Man? Woman? Neither of us had the time to analyze. His finger on the trigger, gun raised, Yuri spun around, but the person standing in the shadows had the jump on him. There was a flash, and a shot cracked the air. The noise was still bouncing off the walls when Yuri tumbled to the floor, taking Eve with him. They landed together in a heap on the hardwood floor, on top of a trickle of blood that was quickly turning into a pool.
For the third time in as many minutes, I didn’t stop to think. I raced over to Eve, kneeling beside her and cradling her head on my lap. Thank goodness, except for some polka dots of blood that had spattered from the bullet that went clear through Yuri, she looked none the worse for wear. I managed to pull her aside a few feet, away from the growing circle of blood. And Yuri’s corpse.
“You are all right?”
I looked up just as Beyla stepped out of the shadows, and a new instinct took over. This one was self-preservation.
All I could think about was that Beyla still had a gun in her hands. And one look at Yuri’s lifeless body was all I needed to remind myself that she knew how to use it.
“You! You… you shot him.” My voice bumped over the words in time with the heartbeat knocking around my chest.
Beyla’s expression was grim. She cast a glance at Yuri’s body with blank, emotionless eyes. “He would have killed me,” she said. “And you and Eve as well. Like he killed Drago. Like he killed poor Magda.”
Nothing was making sense. I took in a breath as I sat back on my heels. “I know he killed Drago, but don’t deny that you were in on it, too. You and Yuri were trying to take over the gun-smuggling business. Is that why he wanted you dead?”
Beyla’s top lip curled (in a beautiful and exotic way, of course), and she barked out a laugh. “Guns! They are nothing to me. The money is nothing. If you understood this, you would know that I could have nothing to do with Drago and his guns or Yuri and his killings.”
“Then what about the disc? What about Yuri? He said-”
“Yuri is scum. Like Drago.” Beyla spat on the floor. It was so uncharacteristic a gesture from a woman who was so calm and beautiful, it sent a wave of fear through me. She must have known it, because she set her gun on the sales counter. “You still do not understand,” she said.
Understatement.
“But you had the foxglove.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “As a talisman. You know what this is? I carry foxglove for protection.”
“You mean, like a spell?” We were in deep waters now, and I was having a little trouble catching my breath. Gently, I moved Eve off my lap and got to my feet, all the while keeping an eye on Beyla and on the gun on the counter. As long as the two of them (Beyla and the gun, not my eyes) weren’t anywhere near each other, I could breathe a little easier.
“You mean you really are a witch, just like Eve thought?”
Beyla laughed. “There are those who would use the word to describe me. I am Gypsy. I know the secrets of the old way of life. I am not using the foxglove to protect myself, but to protect my family. Back in Romania.” She pulled in a breath and let it out again, apparently ordering her thoughts.
“Drago, he hired me to take care of the books for the gallery.”
I thought back to something Yuri had told me. “Then you weren’t lovers? Back in Romania?”
I guess the wave of revulsion that shivered through Beyla was answer enough. “I am accountant,” she said. “I do this for businesses owned by Romanians. It is easier to handle their business because we speak the same language. I was doing accounts-this is how I found out about Drago and the guns. I made a copy of the information.”
I glanced down at the disc I was holding. The Sinatra jewel case sparkled with tiny drops of Yuri’s blood. I dropped it like it was on fire and wiped my hands on my pant legs. “That’s what’s on the disc. The information you copied.”
Beyla nodded. “I told Drago I would keep this secret, but he must do something for me in return. Drago is rich and powerful. I tell him he must use his influence to get my family to this country. He said he would, but he lied. This is what we argue about, that night the cooking class started. I was very angry.”
Beyla drew in a breath. “Drago thought I would give up, that I would be intimidated by him. I was not.”
“And Yuri killed him to take over the smuggling business.”
“Yes.” Beyla’s brows dropped over her eyes. “And Yuri…” She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. “He is even worse man than Drago. He realized I knew what was going on-Drago told him. The night they had dinner together at Bucharest.Yuri knew about the disc, too, and he wanted it. This is why he tried to frighten me at cooking school.”
I remembered the exploding stove and my singed eyebrows. “You are next!That’s what the message meant. If you didn’t cooperate, Yuri would kill you, too.”
“Yes. I think that was his plan. Until he came up with one that was even more sure to work. He told me that if I did not deliver the disc with the information to him, my family in Romania-my mother and my brother and his children-they would all be killed.”
“And all along, Yuri acted like all he wanted was to prove that you killed Drago so he could enlist our help.” I shook my head, feeling like a fool. Looking around the gallery, another thought popped into my head. “But if you copied the information onto the disc, why were you searching the gallery for it?”
“You mean, the night you were outside the window watching me?” I looked away sheepishly. Apparently, Beyla knew exactly what tripped the alarm that night. “I was not looking for disc. Not in here.” She glanced around the gallery. “I was checking for… how do you say this?… for bugs. To see if Yuri had cameras hidden. When I did not find any, I knew it was safe to go to the place where I had hidden the disc.”
“And Magda?”
“Magda.” Beyla shook her head sadly. “Magda’s death is heavy in my heart.”
For a moment, I thought she was confessing to killing Magda. But then I realized there was a sheen of tears in Beyla’s eyes.
“I was to give the disc to Magda,” Beyla said. “And Yuri would pick it up there. Only by that time, I do not trust Yuri. The disc I gave him was not complete. I leave false disc for Yuri and hide the real disc also at Magda’s so that Yuri cannot kill me and find it in my home. Yuri picked up the disc I left for him, and then he killed Magda. When he looked at the disc, he was very angry to see that all the information was not on it, but I tell him I do not care. He will not get complete information until I know my family is safe.”
“But then I showed up at Magda’s and took the real disc.” I felt like a fool, but I knew there was no use apologizing. “Then what about the pasta sauce?” I asked. “And the time you threatened to slit my neck?”
The expression that crossed Beyla’s face was nearly a smile. “The sauce… this, you do not understand. My sauce of tomatoes, it is very good. And your cooking…” She shrugged and made a face. Enough said.
“And you say I threatened to kill you?” Beyla shook her head. “No. This is not true. I tell you to watch yourself. I tell you these are dangerous people you are dealing with. It was a warning.”
I guess it all made sense. Though I would have felt a little more at ease if I just hadn’t seen Beyla kill a man. At the same time I wondered if I should call the cops, I wondered if Beyla would let me.
I didn’t have a chance-we heard the back door of the gallery open. I was all set to duck for cover, but Beyla stopped me. “It is safe, I think,” she said. “I have called a friend.”
The friend in question was John, the nerdy accountant from cooking class. Who suddenly didn’t look much like an accountant or very nerdy anymore. In a well-tailored navy suit, a white shirt, and a to-die-for Italian silk tie, John looked more like-
“Special Agent Derek Malchowski.” He stuck out a hand, and because I didn’t know what else to do, I shook it. He pulled a leather wallet from his back pocket and flashed his credentials. “FBI.”
My mouth fell open. “That’s why you lied for Beyla about the night Drago died.”
John-er, Derek-smiled. “Sorry to make you look bad in front of the locals. But Beyla needed an alibi, or the local cops were going to find out what was going on. We couldn’t risk it. Not that early in the operation.”
“And that explains what the two of you were doing in cooking class, too, right? It was an excuse for you to meet with Beyla. A way for you to get together and talk without anyone knowing.”
John-er, Derek-smiled again. “We were afraid Drago was onto Beyla, and we couldn’t take that chance. She was too valuable a source. And yes, since I know you’re going to say it, that’s why we missed bread class Saturday. Important meeting at headquarters.”
Suddenly, my attention snapped back to my best friend. “Eve! we have to…” But Derek was way ahead of me.
“Called an ambulance,” he said when I made a move to check on her again. Eve was still on the floor, but now she was curled up on her side and breathing peacefully.
With that worry out of the way, I had the luxury of being mortified. “I was so stupid to believe anything Yuri said. We almost ruined everything!”
Derek pursed his lips. “Actually, I think you conducted one heck of an investigation. Without you… well, we would have found the disc eventually, but you found it sooner. And thanks to you, it didn’t fall into Yuri’s hands. If it had, we’re pretty sure he would have disappeared. We’ve been expecting a new shipment of weapons, a big one. If Yuri disappeared, we knew we’d never be able to track him or that shipment. That’s why we held off arresting Drago, in case you’re wondering.”
He smiled. “You did fine there. Your only problem was assuming you knew who was guilty right from the start. Let me offer you a little professional advice, Annie: never make up your mind. Not about anyone. Not until you have all the facts.” He dug a business card out of his wallet and gave it to me along with a wink. “Give me a call the next time you start on a case. I might be able to help out.”
He turned and walked away just as the sound of sirens started pulsing outside the gallery. A team of paramedics rushed in and lifted Eve onto a stretcher, and I headed to the door to ride to the hospital with them.
But not before I took one last look at Yuri’s body.
Once upon what seemed like a very long time before, I’d promised him that I would do whatever I could to bring Drago’s killer to justice.
I wondered if he dreamed it would ever turn out this way.
I shook away the thought and stepped outside. Just as I did, a black car pulled up to the curb. No sooner had it stopped than a man stepped out of the passenger side. He waved Beyla over.
“You kept your part of the bargain.” That was all he said before he opened the back door. Crowded into the backseat was a woman with iron-gray hair who looked a whole lot like an older version of Beyla, another man, and three small children. When Beyla saw them, she let out a gasp, and tears ran down her cheeks.
“Thank God!” She grabbed my hand, and honest to gosh, I think she would have kissed it if I didn’t stop her. “This is my family. They are here. From Romania. They are no longer in danger.”
I wasn’t so sure that I had all that much to do with it, but I accepted her thanks. “I hope I can see you again,” I called out as she rushed to the car door. “I’ve got a lot of apologizing to do.”
Beyla turned and cast me a beaming smile.
“No need. And I will send you my sauce of tomatoes recipe. I think maybe it will taste better than yours.” With that, she ducked into the car and from what I could see, there were tears and laughter all around.
“Just let me know when we can get together,” I said, but the man who’d gotten out of the car first took my arm. He abruptly closed the car door and as soon as we backed off, the vehicle pulled away.
“Witness Security,” he said. “What most folks call Witness Protection. You won’t be seeing Beyla again.”
Honestly, the thought made me a little sad. But in the great scheme of things, I guess it really didn’t matter. After all we’d put her through, it was enough just to see Beyla happy.