Goodnight, Irene
be ducking under a table every time a car slows down in front of my house, is to find these people and figure out what, if anything, O’Connor had on them.”
    We drank in silence for a while.
    “You’re right,” she sighed. “But it still scares me.”
    “It scares me, too. Are you really okay with my staying here? I mean, I’m obviously some sort of target.”
    “Get real. As I said, I’m glad you turned to me, Besides, no one knows you’re here, and no one is going to learn it from me.”
    Cody had relaxed and was walking around in the kitchen sniffing in the air. Lydia gave him a little lasagna and he devoured it in nothing flat. I helped her clean up, over protests, and then went back to her guest room to unpack my bag. In the meantime she had actually drawn a hot bubble bath for me.
    “Lydia, I can’t stay here if you’re going to play Jeeves the whole time.”
    “Don’t expect this treatment every day. But I think you’ll find this will help you sleep better.”
    It was too tempting to pass up, so I wished her goodnight. I undressed and studied myself in the mirror before stepping into the tub. Not bad, I decided, and then felt embarrassed at my lack of modesty. The bath was great. Lydia had even put some magazines next to the tub. I picked up a
Cosmo
for the first time since Lydia and I had bought them in college to take the sex quizzes.
    Eventually, fully pruned and getting cold, I made myself get out of the tub. I dried off, put on my pajamas, and crawled under the clean sheets. Lydia used a better fabric softener than I did. Cody climbed up next to me, and fell asleep purring. I felt good, like maybe things would come together from here.
     
     
    A LL NIGHT I DREAMED of breaking glass and O’Connor picking up packages.
     
6
     
    I WOKE UP STARTLED by my surroundings, then remembered where I was and why. I was tired even after eight hours of sleep. The morning sun was shining in through the bedroom window, and I heard the sound of Lydia’s car starting up and pulling out of the drive. I had that weird feeling I get sometimes when I sleep at other people’s houses: The bed was oriented differently from my own at home, so I had the sensation of having slept with my head at the foot of the bed.
    Cody stretched and yawned and I followed suit, and we both got out of bed. I wasn’t exactly shocked that Lydia had breakfast all laid out for me — cereal, fresh fruit, and a note saying to make myself at home and that she’d see me after work. An envelope marked “spare key” was under the note.
    I ate and then called my office.
    “Good morning, Malloy and Marlowe,” came the sugar-coated greeting.
    “Can you say that three times fast, Clarissa?”
    “Oh — hello, Irene. Where are you? Kevin said if you called in, to tell you that you could have a few days off if you’d like.”
    “What?”
    “Kevin told me about what happened to your friend — he showed me the article in the paper. Kevin said that he had really loved the guy who got killed and that you were almost like the guy’s daughter or something, so he didn’t expect you in for a few days. I’m really sorry it happened, Irene.”
    All morning I had wondered what I’d tell Kevin, who seldom takes no for an answer; but I had failed to keep in mind just how much Kevin and O’Connor had meant to each other. The two of them had been friends for many years.
    Clarissa was babbling on. “Hey — somebody called for you. A man. Asked if you were in this morning, but wouldn’t leave a name. Said he’d call back later to see if you had come in.”
    The hairs on my neck stood on end.
    “Did you recognize the voice?”
    “Nope, not one of our regular clients, that much I know. You got a new boyfriend or something?”
    “Huh? Oh, no. No, I don’t know who it could have been. Look, Clarissa, if he calls back and won’t leave his name, don’t tell him I called, okay? Just tell him you don’t know when I’ll be in, all right?”
    That
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