I pulled the drapes shut and went over to the bed, where I stretched out, propping pillows behind me while I put in a call to Henry. As soon as he answered, I said, "Guess where I am."
"Jail."
I laughed. "I'm in Dallas."
"That doesn't surprise me. I talked to Chester this morning and he said you were off on some kind of wild goose chase."
"What's the latest from Bucky's? Has anybody figured out what was stolen last night?"
"Not as far as I know. Chester did tell me the kickplate at the bottom of the kitchen cabinet was pried off. It looks like the old man constructed some kind of hidden compartment when he put the sink in. The space might have been empty to begin with, but more likely somebody walked off with whatever was in there."
"A secret compartment in addition to the safe? That's interesting. Wonder what he had to hide."
"Chester thinks it was war documents."
"He told me about that. I can't believe it, but I intend to find out. The fellow I saw passed the duffel over to his wife or girlfriend, and she carried it with her on the plane last night. The guy wasn't on the flight, but he probably intends to join her. She was booked through to Palm Beach, but she got off in Dallas, so naturally I did, too."
"Oh, naturally. Why not?"
I smiled at his tone. "At any rate, you might have the police check the Capri motel. I didn't have a chance to tell Chester about that. I'm not sure about the number, but it was the second unit on the right. Her pal might still be there if he hasn't taken off by now."
"I'm making notes," Henry said. "I'll pass this along to the police, if you like."
"What about Ray? Do they think he was in on it?"
"Well, he must have had some connection. Police tried to question him, but he clammed right up. If he knew anything about it, he wouldn't say."
"Sounds like somebody pounded on him for the information about the kickplate."
"That'd be my guess. One of the officers took him over to the emergency room at St. Terry's, but as soon as the doctor finished treating him, he disappeared and nobody's heard from him since."
"Do me a favor. Go over to the Lexington Hotel and see if he's there. Room 407. Don't call first. He may not be answering his phone-"
Henry cut in. "Too late. He's already gone, and I don't think there's much chance of his turning up. Bucky went over there this morning and his room's been cleaned out. Not surprisingly, the police are interested in him as a material witness.
What about you? You want me to tell the detective what you saw?"
"You can, but I'm not sure how much good it will do. As soon as I figure out what's going on, I'll call the Santa Teresa cops myself. The police here won't have jurisdiction, and at this point I'm not even sure what kind of crime we're discussing."
"Assault, for one thing."
"Yeah, but what if Ray Rawson doesn't show up again? Even if he surfaces, he might not know the identity of his assailant or he might refuse to press charges. As for the alleged burglary, we don't even know what was stolen, let alone who did it."
"I thought you saw the guy."
"Sure, I saw him come out of Johnny's place. I can't swear he stole anything."
"What about this gal with the duffel?"
"She might not even know the significance of the bag she's toting. She certainly wasn't involved in the assault."
"Wouldn't she be guilty of receiving stolen goods?"
"We can't even swear there was a theft," I said. "Besides, she might not have the slightest idea anything's amiss. Husband comes home. She's going off on a trip. He says, Do me a favor and take this with you when you go."
"What do you intend to do?"
"I'm not sure. I'd love to get my hands on that duffel. It might give us a feeling for what the deal is here."
"Kinsey…" Henry warned.
"Henry, don't worry. I'm not going to take any risks."
"I hate when you say that. I know what you're like. Where are you staying? I want the telephone number."
I gave him the telephone number printed on the telephone pad. "It's a hotel called the Desert Castle, near the airport in Dallas. Room 815. The woman's up on twelve."
"What's the plan?"
"Beats me," I said. "I'm just going to have to wait and see what she does. She's ticketed on through to Palm Beach, so if she gets back on a plane, I guess I'll get on, too."