“Emilie, you know very well—”
“Gabriel, I adore you but—”
“Excuse me,” Cass said, “but I already told you I didn’t want—”
The phone jangled loudly, arresting the verbal free-for-all. The three combatants stared at the white instrument perched on the wicker table as it rang again. Emilie Crosswhite and Gabe Preston moved toward it together until Emilie halted Gabe with an imperious look. She picked up the receiver and spoke calmly into it. “Yes, Mark?”
Emilie turned to smile at Cass, pointedly ignoring Gabe who stood, hulking over her, apparently trying to look menacing. “Put him through, dear,” she said. For the next few moments she concentrated on her conversation. “Yes...yes, I do... I see... Well, of course I do... No, no I wouldn’t do that... Is he, er, she all right?... Good, because if anything were to happen to him, uh, her, naturally I wouldn’t pay... Yes, I understand... Yes... Well, that’s quite a lot of money—not the sort of sum I have just lying about the house. I’ll need a few days to make arrangements to have it ready.... No, that would be quite impossible. I’ll need until Friday at least—Friday, that’s right... Very well.” Emilie hung up the phone and turned to her expectant audience.
Emilie still ignored Gabe and looked at Cass, breaking into a triumphant grin as she did. “They’re giving us until Friday. I told them I couldn’t possibly have the money before then. That gives us three whole days to come up with a plan.”
Gabe took a quick step to Emilie’s side. “What kind of plan?”
“The police may not be interested in our problem now,” she said haughtily, “but once we capture the catnappers and hand them over, I assure you the authorities will take us seriously.”
Cass could hardly fail to notice she seemed to have acquired a new ally. Neither could Gabe. “This has gone far enough, Emilie. Despite my advice, you’ve done all Miss Appleton claims she wanted you to. You’ve stalled the kidnappers. Now stay out of it.”
Emilie shook her head determinedly. “She was counting on the police to help her after I’d done my small part. But as you’ve so logically explained, they won’t I’ll have to, instead.”
Gabe stared into Emilie’s unwavering blue eyes. Sighing heavily, he ran his fingers through his sun-streaked hair. “Just how do you two amateur detectives propose to catch these crooks? Where are you going to begin your investigation?”
Emilie flicked a glance at Cass, who could only look back blankly. Her meeting with the society matron hadn’t gone quite as she’d hoped. She’d never planned on doing any investigating on her own. She’d expected to turn the whole mess over to the police. Suddenly left to her own devices, she hadn’t a clue what to do next. She shrugged and bit her lip. “We’ll think of something,” she said lamely.
Emilie Crosswhite was not so easily daunted. She looked Gabe square in the eye and smiled engagingly, as though they hadn’t been arguing ten seconds before. “You could help us,” she said sweetly.
“No.” The softness of the immediate response did nothing to lessen its forcefulness. Gabe picked up Emilie’s tiny fragile hand and held it tenderly in his own. “You know I can’t. And you know why.”
For a long moment the two of them looked at each other as though conducting a private conversation in complete silence. Emilie patted Gabe’s hand and smiled pensively. “I know, dear.” She turned back to Cass. “I suppose we’ll just have to pay the ransom.”
“What?” Gabe and Cass chorused with varying degrees of surprise.
“I don’t see any other choice,” Emilie said to Cass. “And it’s only ten thousand dollars,” she said to Gabe, adding with a meaningful lift of one eyebrow. “Hardly worth arguing about.”
“Ten thousand dollars?” Cass echoed. Unlike Emilie Crosswhite, she was horrified at the thought of spending so much money in a lump sum for anything. At the same time she was relieved that complying with the kidnappers’ demands would not be impossible, after all.
“Ten thousand dollars?” Gabe repeated in turn. “Are you sure that’s what they said?”
“Ten thousand dollars,” Emilie confirmed. “Since you won’t help us capture the kidnappers, we’ll just have to pay them off. I would have given them ten times that amount to secure Princess Athabasca’s return.”
“I know,” Gabe said. He frowned in confusion. “It’s almost as though whoever planned to take her doesn’t understand how much she’s really worth. I don’t like it.”
Cass stared at him in amazement. “I don’t believe you! A minute ago you were insisting Mrs. Crosswhite not pay anything, and now you’re insulted because they’ve asked for too little money!”
Gabe conceded the seeming oddness of his remark with a wry smile. “Not exactly. I am worried, though, that whoever stole your cat doesn’t have a better grasp of what its market value should be.”
“Worry all you like,” Cass replied in exasperation. “Personally I’m thrilled. If they’d demanded any more, I would never have been able to pay. As it is, by emptying my bank account and floating a small cash loan on my credit card, I can come up with the ransom.”
“Now, dear, you shouldn’t have to spend your life’s savings, even for such a worthy cause as rescuing your beloved pet. When I agreed to the kidnappers’ terms without consulting you, I made myself responsible for paying. I had no intention of forcing you to accept the financial burden.”
“That’s very generous of you, Mrs. Crosswhite. But I already explained I didn’t come here to ask for money. You’ve been very kind. Without your help I don’t know what I would have done. This isn’t how I expected to save my cat, but it doesn’t matter as long as he comes home safely.”
“Just a minute,” Gabe said, completely frustrated by the rapid turn of events. “You seem to have forgotten one or two minor details. Who is going to deliver the ransom money to the kidnappers? Where? When? These kinds of transactions don’t usually occur in broad daylight in public places. There is bound to be some danger to the person carrying the money.”
“He’s my cat. It’s my money. I’ll make the delivery,” Cass said shortly.
“And what if they want Emilie herself to be the courier?”
“Then I will be,” Emilie chimed in.
Cass threw an uneasy glance at the tiny woman. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. If we come to it,” she said with more confidence than she felt. “Look, all these people want is the money. They don’t want trouble. Why are you looking for problems where there are none?”
Gabe sighed heavily. “The problems are there whether or not you choose to see them. I already told you, the relatively small ransom the thieves have demanded means something. The only possibilities I can think of aren’t good. Most likely, it means we’re dealing with amateurs who don’t understand the value of what they’ve stolen. As amateurs, they’ll be twice as dangerous as professional crooks. They’ll be nervous and unpredictable, easily frightened into doing something stupid that could hurt someone. They’ll make mistakes and, unfortunately, you could be the ones to suffer for it.”
The women silently thought over Gabe’s analysis. Cass shifted uneasily on the wicker sofa. “There could be other explanations for why they asked for that particular amount of money,” she said.
“Perhaps ten thousand dollars is all they need,” Emilie suggested.
Gabe smiled tolerantly. “Greed, not need, usually motivates a kidnapper, Emilie. Maybe this first demand is only a way to test the waters. Maybe when the kidnappers call back Friday they’ll ask for twice as much. Or ten times as much. Maybe this is a kind of training exercise for them. Maybe they plan to go into business kidnapping the pets of wealthy people and ransoming them back. It’s a lot safer than kidnapping people, and could be almost as lucrative if you pick the right victim.”
He spread his hands and lifted his palms to indicate the world of possibilities. “I don’t know. But that’s my point. None of us understand the kidnappers’ motives, beyond the obvious desire to acquire some of somebody else’s money. My concern—” he leveled a serious expression at Emilie Crosswhite “—is you, Emilie. I can’t let you endanger yourself. That would be completely irresponsible of me.”
