Last to Fold by David Duffy

Author:David Duffy [Duffy, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery
ISBN: 0312621906
Amazon: B00457X812
Goodreads: 9241941
Publisher: Thomas Dunne Books
Published: 2011-03-29T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 23

Gina called as I entered the hotel.

“I’m at Grand Central. They’re taking a train. What do you want me to do?”

“Stay with them. Buy a ticket on board. Keep in touch.”

I skipped the house phone and went straight to room 604 and knocked. I wasn’t prepared when a tentative, female voice said, “Y … y … yes?”

I could’ve bluffed my way in—“Maintenance, miss, here to check a leak”—but that wasn’t going to encourage her to talk.

“My name’s Turbo, Eva. I found you at Ratko’s on Wednesday. Got you to the hospital.”

A long pause, then the scratch of the security chain being engaged. The door opened a crack, and two blue eyes peered out. A shade lighter than her mother’s and as bright, clear, and questioning today as they had been blank and fearful Wednesday night. Blue-black circles underneath, but that easily could have been from lack of sleep.

“I d … don’t know you. Who’s R … Ratko?”

That threw me for a moment. “You probably know him as Alexander. Alexander Goncharov.”

Recognition. “Wh … wh … what do you want?”

“I want to talk. That’s all.”

“Who are y … y … you again?”

“Turbo. You remember anything about Wednesday?”

She shook her head slowly.

“You tried to shoot me. Remember that?”

“Whaaa?!”

“Twice. Once through the bedroom door, once after I broke it down.”

Something registered. Her face scrunched in concentration. “Alexander’s pistol…”

“That’s right.”

She reached for more but gave up. “Sss … sorry. I remember about the gun—the d … d … drawer where he kept it, that’s all.”

“That’s something.”

“Wha … what are you doing here? H … h … how … how’d you find me?”

“You used his account at UnderTable.”

Surprise, then realization. “Sh … shit. My computer. You were in my apartment? Wh … wh … who are you?”

“I get paid to find things. And people.”

“But who … Oh, I kn … know. My mother.”

“Actually, your father. He’s worried about you. They both are.” I gave Polina the benefit of the doubt.

“I don … I don’t have anything m … m … more to say.” She started to close the door.

“Your dad’s in a tough spot, Eva. You know he was arrested?”

That stopped her, for a moment. “What do you m … m … mean?”

“He’s being charged with some heavy crimes—at the bank. He says he can beat them, but the last thing he needs right now is to worry about you.”

“Who t … told you? My m … mother?”

“He did.”

She thought about that. She clearly cared for Mulholland, but maybe not enough. She pushed on the door. “Sor … sorry.”

“Wait.” I put my foot in the way. I didn’t want to do it like this, but we were going to get to the subject sooner or later, and there was no good way to tell her. “Bad things happened in that loft Wednesday—before I got there.”

“What? Wh … what are you talking about? Wh … wh … what kind of things?”

“Alexander.”

“Wh … wh … what about him?”

“I’m sorry, Eva. He’s dead. Somebody killed him, Wednesday night. I found the body.

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