Lili Rowen

17. january 2012 at 15:56 | Thalia Contostavlos
Just a short piece - probably one-shot. No pairing. A little angst, but it's being dealt with :)
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I've just borrowed the characters ... no serious harm done, will return eventually



………"What are you buying for Christmas?"
………I looked up and shot a glare at Saul. I wasn't in the right mood for this type of questions. "For who? You?"
………He laughed and shook his head. "No, for Mr. Wolfe, of course."
………I shrugged. "I have no clue. You buying something?"
………He didn't get to answer that question, because a doorbell rang and I went to let the intruder in. It was no one else but the good inspector Cramer.
………"Goodwin, got a minute of your precious time?"
………I nodded. "Sure. Come in."
………He hesitated for a second before he took one step inside. I grinned at him. "You want to talk to me here in the doorway or would you prefer if I'd close the door?"
………He frowned and stepped aside, so I could close the door. "Go to hell with your wit, Goodwin."
………I helped him out of his coat with an uttered 'Yes, sir' and motioned for him to go to the office. I almost told him that Wolfe's upstairs and won't be down in another hour or so, but stopped myself before I could offend him - he knows Wolfe almost as well as I do, meaning that he probably came to talk to me - so instead I said: "There's Saul in there, so if you'd prefer privacy, I'll send him home."
………He nodded his head and entered the office silently. He went for the red leather chair at first, but then changed his mind and sat on the chair in front of my table - another sign that he came to visit me, not Wolfe.
………I nodded at Soul and he got the message instantly. He blew us both a kiss and left. I finally took a proper look at Cramer - he looked depressed, and not in a sharing mood.
………"Oh, come on, Cramer," I started after a few minutes, after all I didn't have all day for him, "I'm getting seriously bored here. Give me something to chew on."

………He looked up as if he'd just realized where he was. "Sorry, Archie," he muttered and I frowned. This gotta be serious - he never calls me Archie unless it's serious.
………"What happened? Have you again bit off more than you could take?"
………He laughed silently and shook his head. "No, I have not. I wouldn't have gone to see you but Wolfe, if it was the case," he faltered and got all serious again. "I need to ask you something."
………I nodded. "Shoot."
………He winced at that, but didn't comment on it. Instead he asked: "When was the last time you've seen Miss Rowen?"
………Now it was my time to wince. "You mean to say that she's …" I gulped as he nodded. This cannot be true. She can't be dead.
………"I've seen her just yesterday."
………He kept quiet and let me process the information. After a while I asked: "How?"
………"She got shot. Straight to the heart."
………I nodded. At least I knew why he'd winced when I mentioned shooting. "Who?"
………"Don't know."
………"Suspects?"
………"None."
………"Motive?"
………"No idea."
………"Do you know at least something?"
………"Not much. Sorry, Archie."
………I stood up and started pacing. Cramer just looked up at me, but didn't say anything. Suddenly, the phone rang. Don't ask me how, but I easily slipped back into my role of secretary and picked it up.
………"Nero Wolfe's office, Archie Goodwin speaking."
………There was a sound of someone clearing their throat and then a deep voice saying: "Mr. Goodwin? My name is Anthony Clansey, I'd like to speak with Mr. Wolfe."
………I shook my head, although he couldn't see it. "I apologize, Mr. Clansey - oh by the way, it is ´a´ and then
´e´, right?" I asked writing his name down as he hummed in agreement, "Mr. Wolfe is not present at the moment. Do you want to leave a message or you'll call personally?"

………He sighed. "And when would it be possible to see him?"
………I glanced at my watch. "At eleven, which is exactly in forty-three minutes. You are familiar with the address, I assume."
………He laughed. "Yes, indeed."
………"Very well, at eleven then."
………When I finally hung up, Cramer gave me his best surprised look.
………"What the hell was that?" he asked.
………"A phone call?"
………He glared at me and opened his mouth to say something, but I interrupted: "What are you going to do?"
………"The usual - ask questions, inspect, deduce, confirm the theory and then arrest the bastard."
………"Sounds like a good plan."
………He sighed. "I know."
………I went to stand beside his chair and put a hand on his shoulder. "I hope you'll find him," I faltered, "or her, for that matter."
……He looked up. "Now, why would you say that?"
………I frowned. "No idea."

 

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