G Is for Gumshoe

locate a woman named Sharon Napier…"
    "Right, right. I remember now. Lee said you might call."
    "Yeah, well it looks like I'm going to need some help. I'm in Brawley, California, at the moment in a hospital bed. Some guy ran me off the road-"
    He cut in. "How bad are you hurt?"
    "I'm okay, I guess. Cuts and bruises, but no broken bones. They're just keeping me for observation. The car was totaled, but a passing motorist came along before the guy could finish me off-"
    Dietz broke in again. "Where's Brawley? Refresh my memory."
    "South of the Salton Sea, about ninety minutes east of San Diego."
    "I'll come down."
    I squinted, unable to repress a note of surprise. "You will?"
    "Just tell me how to find you. I have a friend with a plane. He can fly me into San Diego. I'll rent a car at the airport and be there by midnight."
    "Well, God, that's great. I mean, I appreciate your efficiency, but tomorrow morning's fine. They're probably not going to let me out before nine a.m."
    "You haven't heard about the judge," he said flatly.
    "The judge?"
    "Jarvison. They got him. First name on the list. He was gunned down this morning in the driveway of his house."
    "I thought he had police protection."
    "He did. From what I understand, he was supposed to be sequestered with the other two but he wanted to be at home. His wife just had a baby and he didn't want her left alone."
    "Where was this, in Carson City?"
    "Tahoe, fourteen miles away."
    Jesus, I thought, it must have happened just about the same time the guy here was after me. "How many people did Tyrone Patty hire?"
    "More than one from the sound of it."
    "How's Lee doing? Is he okay?"
    "Don't know. I haven't talked to him. I'm sure security on him is tight."
    "What about the killer? Did he get away?"
    "She. Woman posing as a meter reader in a little truck across the street."
    I could feel outrage flash through me like a fever. "Dietz, I hate this. What the hell is going on? The guy who tried to kill me brought his kid along." I took a few minutes then to fill in the details. He listened intently, asking questions now and then to clarify a point. When I finished, a short gap in the conversation suggested he had paused to light a cigarette. "You have a gun?" he asked. I could almost smell the smoke drifting through the line.
    "In my handbag. A little thirty-two. It's not much of a weapon, but I can hit where I aim."
    "They let you keep that?" he said with disbelief.
    "Hey, sure. Why not? When you check into a hospital, you get quizzed about meds. Nobody thinks to ask about your personal firearms."
    "Who knows you're there?"
    "I'm not sure. It's a small town. I asked the deputy to keep it quiet, but word gets around. Actually, I was feeling secure until I talked to you."
    "Good. Stay nervous. I'll get there when I can."
    "How will you find me? They're not going to let you roam around up here in the dead of night."
    "Don't worry about it. I got ways," he said.
    "How will I know it's you and not another one of Tyrone Patty's little friends?"
    "Pick a code word."
    "Dill pickle."
    He laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
    "Nothing. That just popped into my head."
    "Dill pickle. Around midnight. Be careful with yourself."
    After I hung up, I eased out of bed and crept out to the nurses' station, clutching my hospital gown shut with one hand behind my back. Three nurses, a ward clerk, and an aide sat behind the counter. All five looked up at me, eyes straying then to a spot just behind me. I turned. The rookie deputy was sitting on a bench against the wall. Sheepishly, he lifted a hand, a blush creeping up his face.
    "You caught me. I'm burnt," he said. "I thought maybe somebody oughta keep an eye on you in case this dude comes back. I hope you don't mind."
    "Are you kidding? Not at all. I appreciate your concern."
    "This's my girlfriend, Joy…"
    The nurse's aide flashed a smile at me and I was introduced to the other four women in turn. "We've alerted security," one of the nurses said. "If you want, you can get some sleep now."
    "Thanks. I could use some. There's a private eye named Robert Dietz, who said he'd be here later on. Let me know when he gets here and make sure he's alone." I told them the code word and his estimated time of arrival.
    "What's he look like?"
    "I don't know. I never met the man."
    "Don't worry about it. We'll take care of it," Richie said.
    I slept until dinnertime, sat up long enough to eat a plate of hospital food concealed under an aluminum hubcap.