E
AGLE PICKED UP SUSANNAH
at noon and drove to Santa Fe Municipal Airport. He opened the hangar door and parked inside, then took their luggage out of the trunk and closed the hangar door.
Eagle unlocked the airplane and stowed the baggage behind the rear seats, then helped Susannah into the copilot’s seat. He closed and locked the door, then climbed in next to her.
“What kind of airplane is this?” she asked.
“It’s a pressurized, six-place, single-engine Piper Malibu Mirage that’s had the engine ripped off and replaced with a turbine, turning a propeller.”
“What’s a turbine?”
“A jet engine. The airplane is now called a Jetprop.”
Eagle started the airplane and worked his way through his checklist, listening to the airport weather on the radio, then obtaining an Instrument Flight Rules clearance from the tower, then taxiing to the runway.
Twenty minutes later, they were at twenty-four thousand feet.
Fifty-two
E
AGLE FLEW THE KIMMO ONE ARRIVAL INTO SANTA
Monica, descending steeply and flying right past the towers of downtown L.A. He set down on runway 21 and taxied onto the Supermarine ramp. As he was shutting down the engine a large Mercedes sedan pulled up next to him, and a lineman got out and received their luggage, stowing it in the car’s trunk.
“Top off the inboards with Jet A, with Prist, and add ten gallons to each outboard,” Eagle said to the man. “I’ll be back the day after tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Eagle,” the young man said as he chocked the wheels.
Eagle locked the airplane door, and he and Susannah got into the car.
“General aviation is so much nicer than flying the airlines these days,” Susannah said.
Twenty minutes later they checked into the Hotel Bel-Air and were taken to a suite, one of two in a beautifully planted courtyard with a private patio out back. Eagle booked a dinner table in the restaurant for seven-thirty. “I’ve got to meet with someone at seven for a few minutes,” he said to Susannah. “Will you meet me in the bar at seven-thirty?”
“Of course,” she said, unpacking her bag and hanging up some things.
B
ARBARA CHECKED HERSELF
in the mirror. She was wearing a bright red Chanel suit she had bought in La Jolla, and it really set off her blond hair. The red shoes were a nice touch, too.
She went downstairs, where the concierge had a rented Mercedes SLK convertible waiting for her. She signed the documents and drove down the long driveway to Sunset, where she turned right and headed for Bel-Air.
V
ITTORIO WAS WAITING
at the Bel-Air bar when Eagle entered. They both ordered drinks, and Eagle took a stool facing the door, so he’d see Susannah when she arrived.
“So,” Vittorio said, “what’s your plan?”
Eagle handed him a folder. “Here are four copies of a settlement agreement, giving her the three hundred thousand dollars she already has and holding her blameless for having stolen the money from me; I have already signed it. You get her signature and witness it. Give her a copy and return the other three to me.”
“And how should I accomplish that?” Vittorio asked.
“That’s your part of the plan,” Eagle said. “Twenty thousand dollars and your expenses when you return the properly executed documents to me.”
Vittorio took a sip of his tequila. “How would you feel about having her disappear?” he asked.
“I’ve already told you, Vittorio, I don’t want her killed, and I won’t hire you to do it. I won’t be a part of murder.”
“I wasn’t thinking of murder,” Vittorio replied. That was nearly the truth.
“You may use any legal method you see fit,” Eagle said. “I certainly would be very pleased not to see her again.” He looked up, his eye caught by a blonde in a bright red suit.
B
ARBARA SAW EAGLE
the moment she walked into the Bel-Air bar. Her date was sitting four or five stools behind him. She had certainly not expected this. What the hell, she thought, this is as good a time as any. She walked across the room and directly past Eagle, passing no more than three feet from him, earning an appreciative glance.
She pecked her date, Jimmy, on the cheek, took his hand and led him back across the room to a table, this time passing Vittorio, who glanced at her, too.
“N
ICE
,” V
ITTORIO SAID
after she had passed.
“Yes,” Eagle agreed. Another blonde walked into the room, this one his. “You’re going to have to excuse me, Vittorio,” he said. “I’ve got a dinner date.” Eagle put some money on the bar and shook the Apache’s hand. “Call me on my cell with progress reports. I’ll be in L.A. until the day after tomorrow.”
He walked over to Susannah and kissed her on the cheek. “Shall we go straight in to dinner?”
“Good,” she said.
B
ARBARA WATCHED THEM LEAVE.
She had passed muster; neither of them had recognized her, and she felt elated.
“So,” Jimmy said, “what have you been up to? You certainly look different.”
“It’s the hair and the suit,” she said.
“It’s more than that,” he said, putting a finger under her chin and turning her head. “I can’t quite figure out exactly what it is.”
“Good,” she said, sipping the margarita that had just arrived. “Are we having dinner here?”
“Unless there’s somewhere else you’d rather go,” Jimmy replied. “I’ve booked a table.”
“I like it here,” she said. “Let’s finish our drink and go in.”
“Great. I’ve always liked this place.”
“So have I,” she said. And so had Ed Eagle. And, when she was done, that little fact would be the end of him.
E
AGLE AND SUSANNAH
were seated at a banquette with a good view of the room. They were ordering when the blonde in the red suit and her Hollywood-looking companion entered the dining room. A couple of weeks earlier, he would have been interested enough to ask the headwaiter who she was and if she was a guest at the hotel, but now he was otherwise occupied and very happy to be.
B
ARBARA AND JIMMY
were seated at a table near the window overlooking the garden restaurant, and her view of Eagle was just perfect. She could move her eyes without moving her head and watch his every move.
She knew his companion from somewhere, she was sure. Maybe she was an actress?
“That’s Susannah Wilde you’re looking at,” Jimmy said. “She’s a very good actress.”
“Oh, yes. I thought she looked familiar.”
“Don’t worry; she’s nothing compared to you, not tonight, not in that suit.”
“Why, thank you, Jimmy,” she said, enjoying the compliment. “Maybe later, I’ll make you glad you said that.”
E
AGLE AND SUSANNAH
rose from their table and walked from the restaurant. From her table by the window, Barbara watched as they passed, then continued up the walkway toward the suite where Eagle always stayed. She knew, because she had stayed there with him on half a dozen occasions. She knew the little courtyard, and she knew the patio behind the suite.
“Jimmy,” she said, folding her napkin. “Why don’t we get out of here? I’ll follow you to your place, so you won’t have to get up in the morning to take me home.”
Jimmy grinned and tossed a credit card on the table.
S
HORTLY, THEY RECEIVED
their respective cars and drove from the Bel-Air parking lot, following the winding roads to Sunset, then on to Beverly Hills. They turned up Camden and soon pulled into Jimmy’s steep driveway.
Barbara made a point of leaving her car pointing downhill toward his gate.
Fifty-three
B
ARBARA FOLLOWED JIMMY THROUGH THE LIVING ROOM
of his house to the kitchen, where he snagged a bottle of Dom Perignon from the fridge and two champagne flutes from a cupboard, before continuing upstairs to his bedroom.
“Your wife isn’t in town, I take it,” Barbara said.
“She left five weeks ago,” Jimmy replied, slipping out of his pants. “I wish she’d come and get the rest of her clothes,” he said, nodding at a closet. “I could use the space for mine.”
Barbara matched his speed at undressing. She pulled him on top of her and let him find his way inside her. Jimmy had always been an athletic lover, but he was a little out of shape these days, and she wanted him tired, so she let him do all the work, while she uttered encouraging words and noises.
An hour later, Jimmy had been rendered helpless. Barbara decided to nap for a while; she didn’t want to make her move until much later.
Eagle and Susannah were locked in each other’s arms until exhaustion came, then she went to the bathroom and returned to find him fast asleep. An orgasm, she remembered, rendered a man unconscious.
B
ARBARA WOKE FROM HER NAP
and discovered from the bedside clock that she had slept until nearly three in the morning. She checked on Jimmy and found him snoring happily. He had always been a sound sleeper, she reflected.
She rose from the bed and went to Jimmy’s wife’s closet. From a large selection, she chose a dark dress, a black silk scarf and a pair of sneakers. The shoes were a little too large, but she could manage.
She dressed, wrapped her head in the black scarf, completely covering her hair, and quietly left the room, taking her large handbag with her. Outside, she got into her little SLK and, without closing the door, put the transmission in neutral and let the car roll down the driveway and out the gates. Once in the street, she closed the door, started the engine and headed for Sunset Boulevard.
Ten minutes later she drove past the main exit of the Bel-Air parking lot, where she got a good look at the lone parking attendant, sitting in a chair, leaning against the attendants’ shed, dozing, then on, past the entrance to the lot, and to a driveway, which, at this hour, she knew from experience, would be unattended. She switched off her headlights.
This drive led to a couple of smaller parking lots where guests could park near their rooms without having to take the longer walk through the hotel lobby. She knew where Eagle always parked, and she put her car there.
Before leaving the car she took the little. 380 Colt from her bag and found the silencer, screwing it into place. She checked to be sure there was a round in the chamber, then she put the weapon back into her handbag and got out of the car, stopping to listen for footsteps before continuing.
The silence was broken only by a chirping insect nearby. She walked lightly down a footpath toward the courtyard where Eagle’s favorite suite was, and when she found the gate to the courtyard, she pulled herself up so that she could see over. All the lights were out inside.
She walked around the building to the rear of the suite and found the fence that enclosed the patio off the bedroom. A nearby garbage can would do for a stool she could stand on to survey the inside. The doors from the bedroom to the patio were wide open, and she could see the foot of the bed, by the light of an outdoor lamp over the path behind her.
She set her bag on the ground beside the garbage can and took out the small, silenced pistol, sticking it into the belt of her borrowed dress, then, with one last look around for company, she climbed onto the garbage can, hiked up her skirt and threw a leg over the fence. She dropped lightly to the stone patio. She didn’t much care if he came outside to meet her; it would just make things simpler.
She stopped and listened for a moment but heard no noise, no rustling sheets. Satisfied that all was quiet, she tiptoed to the French doors and looked inside. She could see the shapes of two people in bed, Eagle with his dark head and the actress with her yellow hair. She took another step inside.
Neither moved. She raised the pistol and fired two shots into Eagle’s head, then, as the woman woke to the small sounds, two more rounds into her.
Done.
She went back to the fence, moved a patio chair, stood on it and looked around. No person, no sound but the chirping insect. She threw a leg over the fence, found the garbage can and let herself down. She replaced the can where she had found it, took a handkerchief from her bag and wiped the can and the top of the fence clean of any fingerprints, then she dropped the pistol into her bag and began making her way toward where she had parked her car.
She was about to step from a short tunnel into the lot when she heard a noise, and headlights flashed, as a car pulled into the lot. She turned and ran lightly out of the tunnel and stood behind a small tree, trying not to breathe audibly.
She heard car doors slam, and a moment later, a couple, holding hands and laughing, came out of the tunnel and turned up a path toward another building.
Barbara paused to hear their door close, then she made her way through the tunnel and back to her car. She waited until she had driven out to Stone Canyon Road and passed the Bel-Air parking lot before turning on her headlights.
She saw no cars before reaching Sunset, and only two or three before she made it back to Camden. She turned up Jimmy’s driveway and parked her car as before, making as little noise as possible.
She let herself into the house and undressed at the foot of the stairs, before tiptoeing back to the master bedroom. Quietly, she put away the borrowed clothes, then eased back into bed. Jimmy still slept soundly.
She woke him in the most pleasant possible way, with her lips and tongue on his penis. She wanted him to remember that they had made love in the middle of the night.
As she mounted him she caught sight of the bedside clock. She had been out of the house for a little less than half an hour. Now, using all her charms, she began establishing her alibi in a way he could never forget.
When they were done, he glanced at the bedside clock. “God, it’s four-thirty,” he said. “And I’ve got to work tomorrow.”
“Hush, baby, and go to sleep,” Barbara said, rubbing the back of his neck. Good boy, Jimmy, she said to herself.