drive Angelina to the bus.” She remembered. Hurray!
“Oh, when did you last speak to—Angelina?”
“Last night?” The return of Mina’s memory e m powered her.
“How about you tell me the whole story ? ”
“Can I have a glass of water?”
DeFiore exchanged glances with one of the paramedics who nodded and went to the refrigerator. The others seemed to be hang ing around waiting for DeFiore to tell them what to do next. Mina drank the water wondering what happened to Angelina. Wasn't she sp ending the night on the couch? Why was there no trace of her anywhere? Should she tell the whole story to DeFiore ? Why did she get so sick? Was Angelina also sick? Mina's mind went into overdrive.
“I’m waiting.” DeFiore wasn’t giving up. Mina knew that.
“Angelina was going to spend the night here, and I was going to drive her to the bus station so she could go to Oceanside to see her family. I overslept or something. She must have walked to the bus stop.” She heard the quiver in her voice. Talking exhausted her, but she was finally thinking straight.
“You overslept? You look like you're coming out of a drug binge. What time did she get to your place?”
“Huh, well, she was in my car. We drove together.”
“How did she ge t never mind. You don’t lock your car. So you two drove straight here from Bosom Bodies, and she spent the night here?”
Mina nodded. She wanted everyone to leave, she wanted to close her eyes and go back to sleep. “Yeah, we had hot cocoa and then I felt very tired . I went to bed, an d… I don’t feel good.”
“You both drank hot cocoa? Where did you put the empty cups?”
She pointed to the dishwasher, hoping he would go back where he came from.
DeFiore went into the kitchen. “White mugs?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll have them analyzed.”
“I washed them.”
DeFiore smiled . “I’ll have them analyzed,” he repeated. His two - way radio went off. He turned away from Mina. “Yes, Sam. Where? You're sure?” He looked at Mina, his face an unfinished puzzle. “I’ll be right there.” DeFiore motioned to Sergeant Jones to take the mugs. He spoke to him in a low voice that made Mina suspicious.
What were they talking about?
“Mina, I have to go. Paco is sending Margo to stay with you until you are back to normal. And Jones here will keep you company. “
“No way. I’m fine, thank you very much. Jones can go where he is needed and the same with Margo.”
“She's on her way here. Shush and be a good girl. Talk to you later. Jones, walk to the elevator with me.” He turned to the two paramedics hanging around. “If you think she’ll be okay, you can go. Thanks, fellows.”
To Mina’s relief they all left. Two minutes later, DeFiore and Jones were back.
“Where is your phone?” DeFiore asked her.
“In the bedroom, exactly where I will be as soon as you get out of my house.”
“Good. Jones is staying put until Margo gets here. You need to answer the phone when it rings.” He looked at her, and Mina felt he was going to say something important. He didn’t. He left before she had a chance to tell him again to take Sergeant Jones with him.
Her flash of energy had passed, and she needed to lie still, close her eyes. She wasn’t sure she could make it to her room, but she had no intentions of ask ing the Sergeant for help. Maybe she could just close her eyes for a minute or two.
Margo’s perky voice woke her. Damn, goodbye peace and tranquility. “Mina, you look like hell! What happened? Party hardy?”
She didn’t know how long she slept or what Sergeant Jones did while she lay asleep on the couch . Mina wanted to scream . I nstead she gave Margo “the look,” for all the good it did. Nothing could dampen Margo’s enthusiasm, especially if there was a man around.
“Mina, I’m putting you to bed and making you some coffee, strong coffee. Have an espresso machine?” She put her arm around Mina’s waist and helped her off the couch.
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