Two O'Clock Heist: A Rebecca Mayfield Mystery (The Rebecca Mayfield Mysteries Book 2) (25 page)

Carlyle ordered them out the patio door, far from the partiers
. They went through the back gate to the street, where he directed them into the back seat of a Buick. Carlyle jumped into the front passenger seat, still holding the gun on them, while the flower vendor, Simone, got behind the wheel.

Simone turned the key. The car made a grinding noise, but nothing more. She tried again with the same result. “What the hell!”

“Does it have gas?” Carlyle asked.

She glanced at him as if he were an idiot. “Of course.”

“Try again,” he ordered, still facing Rebecca and Richie, his handgun aimed at them.

She tried three more times with the same result. “Can’t you fix it?”

“No time. We’ll take the car in front of us,” Carlyle said. “I’ve got the tools I need in the trunk. Hold the gun on them.” He then hurried to the back of the car and opened the trunk.

The inhabitants of the car waited.

“Jason?” Simone called.

No answer.

“Jason, what are you doing?”

The trunk was raised, blocking her view to the back.

Rebecca glanced at Richie, her eyes questioning. He raised his eyebrows a moment and gave a half-smile.

The flower vendor tried to open the window, but it didn’t work without power. She opened the door a crack. “Jason, what’s going on?”

When he didn’t answer, she kept the gun aimed at the two passengers as she backed out of the car. As soon as she turned towards the trunk, Rebecca saw Vito lunge at her from the front of the car where he had been crouched, waiting. He knocked her to the street.

“Go!” Richie said, twisting around so he could open the car door even though his hands were tied behind him. Rebecca did the same, and soon both were out of the car to find that Shay had trussed up Jason Carlyle like a turkey. Shay cut the zip ties off Richie and Rebecca, then got the bag of jewels from the car and tossed it into Rebecca’s hands.

Vito brought the dazed flower vendor to them. Her nose was bleeding; she looked like she had landed hard on it when she hit the street.

While Shay used masking tape on Simone’s hands, Rebecca retrieved her gun and cell phone from Jason.  She was about to make a call, but first turned to Richie. “You planned all this?”

“Not exactly. I knew we’d have to catch whoever it was red-handed, and I was afraid they might escape or we’d simply miss them among all the other people around. So I asked Shay and Vito to be lookouts. I called a couple times from the party to keep them updated, finally suspecting the thieves would arrive late, probably parking near the bedroom. I knew Shay would disable their getaway car, and we’d see how things progressed from there.”

“Those two were suspicious from the minute they arrived,” Shay said. “We knew we would stop them, but things got a little more complicated when we saw they had you two.”

“Don’t scare me like that ever again, boss,” Vito said to Richie. “You should’na been involved.”

Richie shrugged and looked at Rebecca.

She nodded in agreement with Vito, then faced Carlyle and the vendor. “In case you didn’t realize it,” she said, “you’re both under arrest.” She called the Tiburon PD. As she was talking, she saw Vito carrying cases of wine and putting them in the trunk of Carlyle’s car. Then he shut the trunk.

When she finished the phone call, she backed away from the prisoners as she whispered to Richie, “What are you doing?
Was that Uncle Sil’s?”

He nodded. Speaking softly, he explained, “It’s a little present for the ABCers. When they look into it, they’ll find leads that even they should be able to follow straight to Charkov’s house, with proof that he’s illegally wholesaling wine.”

“Are you kidding me?”

Richie grinned with satisfaction. “He’s already got the FBI after him. Why not a bunch of bureaucrats constantly trying to fine him? He might get so irritated by their nagging, he’ll turn himself in.”

“I can only wish,” she said.

Richie then nodded at Shay and Vito before he put the keys to his Porsche into Rebecca’s hand. “Better love has no man than he should give a woman the keys to his sports car.”

Rebecca realized they were all leaving. “But …”

Richie shrugged, and walked off with Shay and Vito.

She watched a moment. As she heard the police sirens in the distance, she put in a call to Mike Vargas.

CHAPTER 28

Rebecca spent the rest of the night and well into the morning at the Tiburon police station with Vargas and the local police. Since it wasn’t her case, she could do no more than listen and watch from behind one-way glass as Vargas questioned Carlyle and Simone Boudin.

Vargas first interviewed Carlyle.

“None of this is my fault,” Carlyle began. “It all happened because of Simone.”

“You’re saying Simone Boudin was the master mind?” Vargas asked.

“Yes. We met when she was doing tarot readings in a coffee shop in Sausalito. She told me I would be rich and famous one day so, of course, I listened to her. Then, we kept meeting. One day she told me how she had been a professional safe cracker.”

“She was a thief?” Vargas asked.

Carlyle chucked in a way to show he could understand Vargas’ mistake. To Rebecca, he was trying and failing miserably, to charm. “No, no. It’s a legitimate job. A number of old-fashioned safes continued to be found in people’s homes, particularly older homes. More often than one might suspect, the safe’s owners would at times lose the combination, or people would inherit safes from older family members without getting the combination, or companies would go out of business and the combination lost, and so on. People would need to either hire a safe cracker or destroy the safe to open it.

“She said a lot of those older safes are still in use by wealthy people in Marin, and that they were filled with quite a fortune. She knew that Larry and I had money problems. Living here is very expensive, and cops don’t make that much money. Finally, she persuaded me to pull a few burglaries with her. I’ll admit it, okay? But all I was involved in were simple burglaries in which no one was hurt, nothing more.”

“If that’s the case, why was Karen Larkin killed?”

At this point, all Carlyle’s forced charm and supposedly captivating ways vanished, and the look he gave Vargas was haughty insolence. “I had nothing to do with that. I know who did, and what happened. I’ll tell you, but only if I’m sure I won’t be spending time in jail for what someone else did, so I want a lawyer before I say another word.”

As soon as he asked for a lawyer, Vargas ended the interview, left the room, and went to talk to Simone Boudin.

Boudin story was similar to Carlyle’s about their meeting, but then it veered away. She said that after she told Carlyle about her skill at safe-cracking, he warmed up to her, and eventually convinced her he loved her and she should help him steal some jewels from rich people who won’t miss them anyway, so that she and Jason could afford to leave the country and run off to Belize or the South Seas. He told her his marriage to Wong meant nothing, that he wasn’t really “that way,” but had no money and needed someone to take care of him. Wong was an easy mark.

Rebecca was disgusted to see that Simone still believed Carlyle to the point she was in tears as she talked to Vargas about him.

“How could I refuse to help him?” Simone asked through her tears. “I love him.”

“Did he kill Karen Larkin?” Vargas asked.

Simone shook her head. “No. That was all Karen’s fault, and nobody else’s. She was a meddling bitch. Jason told me she wanted to horn in on our plans. That she thought she could steal him away from me, and wanted him to run off with her. He had me keep an eye on her out on Gate 6 Road, to see who she talked to, and what she was up to.”

“That was why you pretended to sell flowers?” Vargas asked. She nodded. “How did that lead to Karen Larkin’s death?”

Simone shut her eyes a long moment. “One day, Jason came to me all upset. He told me the bitch invited him to her home, the houseboat. He told me he didn’t want to go, but he would do whatever
it took to make her believe he loved her so she wouldn’t go to the police. I understood what he was telling me, even though he was too much of a gentleman to say it. It made me sick. I knew I had to protect him. I went to her houseboat, and sure enough, there she was, all dressed up, waiting to seduce him. I stopped her. I made sure she’d never threaten my man again.”

Rebecca found it particularly difficult to listen to Simone Boudin. She wasn’t sure if she was more sickened by Carlyle’s lies, or by Simone for being such a stupid, love-sick fool as to act on those lies.

In the end, it was Vargas’ interview with Wong that provided the missing pieces of information.

“For the first time,” Wong told Vargas through his tears, “I believed that Jason was sincerely interested in police work. That he might even want to join the force some day. He had lots of suggestions, good suggestions I thought. He even helped me work out police stake-outs at some of the parties where the homeowner had valuable jewels. Of course, the thief never struck those places.” His face contorted into a bitter laugh. “And now I know why.”

Rebecca couldn’t take staying mute at that point, and knocked on the interview room door, then handed Vargas a slip of paper with her question on it. He read it, nodded, then shut the door and went back to Wong. “Did you discuss with Jason that an insurance company was working with a local woman who had a lead on the jewel thief?”

“I believe I mentioned it. But I didn’t know who the woman was.” Wong paled. “You aren’t … you aren’t suggesting the woman was Karen Larkin, are you?”

Rebecca shut her eyes, not even able to look at Wong after hearing that. Since Karen had contacted Carlyle, he didn’t have to be a genius to realize she was the person working with the insurance company.

Vargas leaned back, folded his arms and glared at Wong. “Throughout all this time, as we tried to work the Larkin murder, you insisted that her husband was her killer, yet all this other garbage was going on around you. How could you look me and others in your department in the face and continue to insist that Yuri Baranski was guilty of his wife’s murder?”

Wong covered his face with his hands. After a moment, he put them down and folded them together. “Whenever I had doubts, Jason was there to buck me up. He convinced me I was right, and said others were simply not as good at police work as I am.”

Vargas gave Wong the courtesy of laying out for him the facts of the case against Carlyle and Boudin.

At that point, Rebecca thought she had heard everything, but nothing prepared her for Wong telling Vargas that he would hire an attorney for Carlyle, and the attorney could work on a plea deal. Carlyle would provide evidence against Simone Boudin as Karen’s actual murderer in order to save himself from being charged as an accomplice. All neat, tidy, and sickening.

Rebecca saw that Wong was in denial over much of what he had learned about his spouse, but reality would soon hit. Not only would he never become police chief, but his loose lips had caused a good woman’s death. He would lose his badge over that. Simone Boudin would face murder charges. Jason Carlyle would probably get a light sentence for burglary because of his cooperation with the police. And a little girl was going to grow up without her mother.

To Rebecca, Carlyle’s manipulations made him the worst villain of them all.

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It was four forty-five a.m. before she reached Richie’s house.

She entered as quietly as she could, surprised that Spike didn’t come running to her.

When she walked into the living room, she saw why. Spike opened one eye, looked at her, then shut it again. He was curled up on Richie’s stomach. Richie was sprawled on the sofa, his head on a pillow placed atop the sofa’s arm, one foot on the floor, and one arm hanging off the side.

She picked up Spike, then shook Richie’s shoulder. “Come on, sleepyhead. You need to go to bed. You’ll be miserable tomorrow trying to sleep this way.”

He barely opened his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Almost five.”

He slowly sat up. “Did everything turn out okay?”

“I guess. More plea deals, I’m afraid. I’m getting really sick of them. Anyway, we’ll talk more about it in the morning. Also about Nina. I haven’t heard a word from Eastwood, and I’m worried about her.”

“Me, too,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “She’s a sweet kid.”

“It’s late. Go to bed, that’s where I’m headed.”

His eyebrows rose. “Oh, really?”

She grinned. “My bed. And alone. Spike excepted.”

“I think it’s already morning,” he grumbled. “And I’ve been thrown over for a mutt.”

CHAPTER 29

Richie was already up and looking surprisingly fresh when Rebecca wandered into the kitchen. She had set her alarm for nine, and then took a shower and got dressed, hoping to feel somewhat awake before she faced the day. It wasn’t working.

“Just in time,” he said. “There’s coffee. I’m making French toast. How many slices?”