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He did make it. But he’d gone away again. Singe explained that to me before I ever went upstairs and found a very frightened Cassie Doap holed up behind a barricaded door, refusing to open up for anybody.
“Cassie, come on. This’s Garrett. The man Playmate hired to find your brother Kip. Now Playmate’s disappeared and I’m trying to track him down, too.” I hoped he turned up soon. My body was doing a lot of aching. “He came here about . . . ” I looked at Singe, whispered, “How long ago?”
“This morning.”
“He came here this morning. Why was that? Where did he go from here?”
Cassie kept telling us to go away. She was terrified. But Singe could detect no odors that would justify such a strong response. And none of the neighbors showed any curiosity, which suggested that great dramas by Cassie Doap were not at all uncommon.
I recalled Rhafi telling me that Cassie was an actress. She put on characters like clothing. Maybe she was overacting now.
I wished I had one of my human lady friends along. Particularly Tinnie Tate of the shoemaking Tates. That professional redhead would know how to manage a mere blonde. Tinnie was an accomplished actress herself. At least where the manipulation of guys named Garrett was concerned.
Singe did make a few calming remarks, loudly enough to be heard through the door, while I tried to talk Cassie out of her hysteria. Singe’s comments were kind of childish but they had their effect. At some point Cassie decided to open the door a crack to see who was out there in the hallway with me.
I don’t know why my having a ratgirl along should’ve been reassuring, but it was enough so that Cassie decided she’d talk to us. She asked, “What do you want to know, Mr. Garrett?”
My heart broke. That delectable young woman had called me “mister.” I was nothing but a “mister.” I wasn’t on her list of prospects.
It’s a cruel world indeed.
Probably just as well, though. Cassie was the kind of woman Mom warned me against. One goofier than me.
“Where’s Playmate, Cassie?”
“I don’t know. He went to find my mom.”
All right. That made sense. Maybe. To her.
She was definitely afraid, for real. She had referred to her mother as Mom. She’d always called her Kayne before. “And why did he do that, Cassie? Was she in trouble?”
“I don’t know. She went to find Rhafi when he didn’t come home. Then she didn’t come home. So I went and got Playmate. And he decided to go looking for both of them . . . ”
Without bothering to inform me. Or even Winger. Who hadn’t mentioned Cassie. Which probably meant that Winger wasn’t paying attention to what she was supposed to be doing.
“Just as an aside, did you see a tall blond woman at Playmate’s stable?”
“No. Is that important?”
“Probably not. All right. Let’s go back. Rhafi disappeared? What’s the story on that?”
“That man you had watching Bic Gonlit. Rhafi was hanging around with him. Covering for him when he had to go off. Like that. Then Rhafi just disappeared. While that man was away getting them something to eat. He told us when Kayne and me went to find Rhafi on account of Rhafi was supposed to start a new job today. It’s getting really hard to find somebody who’ll give him a chance anymore. Kayne really didn’t want him to screw it up this time.”
Now that she’d decided to trust me Cassie gushed, getting rid of the fear and the tension through a flood of words. She didn’t really have much to say except that Rhafi had disappeared, then Kayne had gone looking for him while sending her to tell Playmate. Then Playmate had gone after Kayne. And he hadn’t been seen since. And now Cassie was firmly convinced that the forces of darkness would come for her soon.
“You get back inside and barricade your door again. I’ll take care of it.” I hoped. I’d done somewhat less than take care of things on several occasions lately.