Free "V" is for Vengeance by Sue Grafton Page B

save her arguments for the judge. That set off a whole new round of weeping and wailing. I didn’t see the end of it because I went back to the floor when the officer arrived. Ricardo told me by the time they put her in the cop car, she was white as a sheet.”
    â€œWere you aware she was working with someone else?”
    Claudia seemed taken aback. “You’re not serious. There were two of them?”
    â€œAbsolutely. You might have noticed her partner without realizing who she was. A younger woman in a dark blue dress.”
    Claudia shook her head. “Don’t think so.”
    â€œWhen I first saw them they were standing together, chatting. I mistook her for a sales clerk. I assumed the younger one was a Nordstrom’s employee and the older a customer. Then I realized the second woman had a shopping bag of her own, so I figured they were both customers making idle conversation.”
    â€œProbably deciding what to take.”
    â€œI wouldn’t be surprised. After that they split up, and by the time your security guy arrived, the other woman had gone off to the ladies’ room. She was on her way back when she caught sight of her friend stepping onto the escalator with Mr. Koslo hard on her heels. She knew exactly what was going on. She went straight back to the ladies’ room and locked herself in a stall. Then she clipped the price tags off the articles she’d cribbed and tossed ’em in the trash. I went in there right afterward, and when I saw what she’d done, I made a beeline for the fire stairs and followed her, but not fast enough. She managed to peel out of the parking garage before I got a look at her license plate.”
    â€œFunny you should mention the tags. Ricardo told me the cleaning crew found tags when they were picking up trash. The supervisor turned them over to Mr. Koslo and he included them in his report. I think both he and Ricardo assumed it was the same woman.”
    â€œWell, if he needs a corroborating witness, I’d be happy to oblige.”
    â€œI doubt he’ll take you up on it, but if the DA files charges, you can talk to him.”
    â€œI just hope the one woman gets nailed, even if her pal got away.”
    â€œYou and me both.”
    At that point Claudia’s husband arrived, and after a brief introduction, I excused myself. I returned to the bar and when I asked for a second glass of wine, William caught sight of the skid marks across my right palm. “What happened to you?”
    I looked down and made a wry face, holding up my hand to show him the full effect. “I fell while I was chasing a thief.”
    I gave him the short version of the incident and then, since there was so little in it to recommend my private detecting skills, changed the subject. “I was sorry to hear about Nell’s tumble. Have you talked to her?”
    â€œNot yet. I had a call from Henry when he arrived at the house. He said his flight was uneventful and he was going to the hospital as soon as he dropped his bag.”
    â€œI’m glad he made it with no problems. How’s she doing?”
    â€œFair, at least from what I’ve been told. The head of the femur was broken off and the shaft was in pieces, probably the result of osteoporosis.”
    â€œThat wouldn’t surprise me—at ninety-nine years old. Henry told me about the pin they put in.”
    His tone turned from somber to gloomy. “Let’s just hope it ends there. If she’s immobilized for any length of time, her muscles will atrophy and she’ll develop bedsores. Next comes pneumonia and after that . . .” He fixed me with a bleak look and let the sentence trail off.
    â€œI’m sure they’ll get her up within a day. Isn’t that the current thinking?”
    â€œOne can only hope. You know the theory about bad things coming in threes.”
    â€œThere was something else bad?”
    â€œI’m afraid so. I received a