CHAPTER
What do you think of the meatball?” Ingrid Whitfield handed Harvey Nyquist a tiny paper plate bearing a single bite-sized meatball, speared with a toothpick and resting in a small pool of creamy brown gravy.
Harvey shoved his well-used handkerchief into his pocket and reached up from his seat on my sofa, careful not to shift my dog, Packer, who was snoring loudly in his lap. As he grasped the plate in his liver-spotted hand, I detected a faint tremor, and he grabbed at the toothpick with the sort of lunging movement of a person whose fine motor skills are deteriorating.
He chewed the meatball thoughtfully. Good,” he said. Packer snorted softly and raised his head, his doggy dreams distracted by the rich scent of meat.
Good? Dont you think the nutmegs a little strong?”
Maybe.”
Ingrid heaved a long-suffering sigh. Well, do you want them as is, or do you want less nutmeg?”
Ya, sure.” He rubbed the end of the toothpick in the leftover gravy and sucked it off, his eyes closed and a contented smile gracing his face. Packer whined and licked his chops. Harvey held out the plate for him to clean, and Packer looked up at Harvey like he was the king of dogs. My little four-legged traitor.
Ya, sure? What kind of answer is that? Pain-in-the-ass old coot,” Ingrid muttered, but there was no heat to her complaint, and she gave Harveys shoulder a flirtatious little shove before she returned to my galley kitchen. No doubt about it, brusque and brash old Ingrid had a soft spot, and its name was Harvey Nyquist.
When the couple had first arrived in Merryville, I couldnt figure out why Ingrid was so smitten with Harvey. Theyd been high school sweethearts, torn apart by his familys decision to send him to military school, and before Ingrid had flown off to join him in Boca Raton, Id seen pictures of the lithe, handsome man he had been. Ingrid had rhapsodized about the love notes he would write to her and the numerous times he had serenaded her in front of God and everyone.
But Harvey Nyquist sixty-some years after the serenading stopped? The man didnt say boo, he had some sort of chronic sinus problem that produced earsplitting sneezes on a regular basis, and he looked like someone had stuffed a madras sack with sunburned potatoes.
When I met Harvey, I decided Ingrids determination to live happily ever after with him was driven by nothing more than the memory of a love long ago.
But during the week since their arrival, Id watched Harvey as he watched Ingrid bustling about my apartment, rearranging my knickknacks, finding hidden deposits of dust to clean away, and cursing about the little details of their upcoming nuptials. He looked at her as though she were his last mooring to this earth, all the light in his face reflected from her vitality. He didnt just love Ingrid. He needed her. And having someone need you is a powerful aphrodisiac.
Well?” I asked, pointing at the meatball-filled tinfoil take-out box on my counter.
I guess theyll do,” Ingrid groused.
Ollie Forde, whod made literally hundreds of thousands of Norwegian meatballs for the residents of Merryville over the years, would be delighted to learn that his spherical masterpieces would do.”
Thats good,” I said, struggling to hide my frustration. The wedding is tomorrow, after all, and we should probably finalize the details today.”
As if to punctuate my pronouncement, Harvey whooped and sneezed. I heard Packer whimper from the bluster of it all, and Jinxperched on the pass-through between my kitchen and dining nookswished her tail in annoyance.
In truth, we should have finalized the details the day Ingrid and Harvey rolled into town, with absolutely no advance notice, and declared they were going to get married in Merryville within the week.
Ingrid had decided at the last minute that she wanted to get married in her hometown of Merryville instead of at the Cherub Chapel of Bliss on the Las Vegas Strip. More specifically, she and Harvey were getting married in my store, Trendy Tails, the space Ingrid had called home. Trendy Tails occupied the first floor of 801 Maple, a house Ingrid had owned for decades. The second floor had been Ingrids apartment, and I still lived in the third-floor apartment. Ingrid and Harveys announcement had turned the entire house on its head.
The wedding plans got off to a rocky start when Ingrid had discovered that the tenant Id found for her apartment was still in residence, so she and Harvey would have to bunk with me. There goes the nooky,” shed complained.
Theyd only gone downhill from there. Soon she was chafing under the froufrou influence of my mom and Aunt Dolly. If Ingrid had had her way, she would have dressed in her best plaid shirt, signed the paperwork, and been married in ten minutes. But Mom and Aunt Dolly had managed to find her a feminine skirt suit with a peplum to give Ingrid some curves, had ordered a huge bouquet of lilacs, and had even stitched a deep purple lace-edged pillow to one of Packers harnesses so he could serve as a canine ring-bearer. Its just me and Harvey,” shed muttered, not the damn royal wedding.”
Yesterday, wed hit a new snag. Ingrid, who was usually perfectly happy with a bowl of canned soup and some soda crackers, suddenly became hypercritical about all the food options we had (which were scarce, given our short timeline). Not as good as mine,” shed griped about every single dish we proffered. For someone who claimed not to want a fussy wedding, she had become quite a demanding bride.
Now she looked at me with narrowed eyes. You know I love you, Isabel McHale, but I dont appreciate the sarcasm. Ollie Forde makes a good meatball, but you have to admit the man can be a little heavy-handed with the nutmeg. Well have the wedding tomorrow with or without meatballs, but Im not paying through the nose for a plate of crapola.”
I narrowed my eyes right back. You know I love you, Ingrid Whitfield, but youve become an irascible old biddy.”
Ingrids frown melted away, and she threw back her head in laughter. Become? Ive been an irascible old biddy since the day my mother birthed me. Thats precisely why you love me.”
I snickered. True enough. But you know what they say about too much of a good thing.”
Well, if it wasnt for that interloper on the second floor . . .”
Hey. No fair. You asked me to rent out the apartment, and when Daniel asked for an extra couple of weeks, I had no idea his stay would interfere with your wedding. You werent due back for another month. A little notice would have helped,” I added pointedly.
Ingrid plucked another meatball from the small tray. So whats up with this Daniel Colona guy?” she asked before popping the morsel in her mouth.
Honestly? I dont really know. He pretty much keeps to himself. He comes down to the shop pretty regularly to buy Renas treats for his Weimaraner, Daisy May, but he doesnt talk about himself much at all.”
You said hes a writer?”
From the other room, Harvey sneezed again. I waited until he was done trumpeting into his hankie before answering.
Thats what he said when he called about the apartment, but hes never given so much as a hint about what hes writing.”
I cant believe the crew around here hasnt figured out all his deepest secrets by now. You and your friends are pretty nibby.”
Oh, believe me, its not for lack of trying. Weve had some long conversations about Mr. Colona over dinners, drinks, card gamesyou name it. I think hes a novelist, maybe a J. D. Salinger kind of guy, and hes hiding out while some sort of sex scandal blows over.”
Really? Why do you say that?”
I dont know. Hes got these dark, haunted eyes and long black hair. He could play Heathcliff in a remake of Wuthering Heights if he grew just a few more inches. Hes got to have a troubled past and a broken love story.”
You get all that from his hair? I think youre being overly romantic.”
Thats what Rena says.” My best friend and business partner had been teasing me mercilessly about having a crush on my tenant . . . which I definitely did not. I had a couple of light crushes going, but neither of them were on Daniel Colona.
A week after Harvey and Ingrids wedding, Trendy Tails was playing host to a doggy wedding . . . pupptials, if you will. The dogs in question were Hetty Tuckers retired greyhound, Romeo, and Louise Collinss pudgy beagle, Pearl. Hetty and Louise had always been close, so they hadnt been difficult to work with. But their sons . . .
Neither Hetty nor Louise could drive, so each depended on her son to get her to our planning sessions. Sean Tucker and Jack Collins were night and day. Sean was intellectual, reserved, a true romantic. In a past life he might have written lots of poetry about sheep or painted women frolicking through the woods in diaphanous gowns. Jack Collins was a cop. A mans man. In a past life, he was a cop. At our meetings, the two men danced around each other like alley cats with their backs up, hissing and spitting at each other at every opportunity. They were different, sure, but Im not sure where the animosity came from. I honestly didnt know what to do with either one of them. But I definitely thought they were both pretty cute.
Anyway,” I continued, Rena thinks hes a retired crime boss whos writing a tell-all book. She says that once you get past his polished shoes and perfectly pressed dress shirts, he looks a little rough around the edges, like maybe hes broken a few knees in his time. Meanwhile, Lucy and Xander both think hes an investigative journalist doing an exposé on . . . well, they dont exactly know what he plans to expose. And of course Sean and Dru, the practical members of our little gang, think were all crazy and we ought to let the man have his privacy.”
Sean and Dru are probably right.” Ingrid leaned forward and called into the living room. Dont you think so, Harvey?”
Ya, sure.”
Ingrid chuckled. Its nice to be right all the time,” she said.
I know we shouldnt be such busybodies, but honestly, our speculation is perfectly tame compared to Aunt Dolly. Shes come up with far more harebrained theories than the rest of us. Shes completely obsessed with the man.”
Your aunt Dolly is a nut job,” Ingrid huffed.
I shrugged. Yeah, well, shes our nut job. She fancies herself quite the sleuth after the hubbub last Halloween.”
Last fall, my friends and I found ourselves in the middle of a murder investigation, trying to keep Rena from being hauled to the hoosegow. Ever since wed sussed out the killer, Aunt Dolly had taken to watching and taking notes on true crime shows. Shed even suggested she might try to get her private investigators license.
Shes dragging me right behind her, straight to the loony bin,” Ingrid complained. All this stuff with the wedding: favors and veils and nonsense.”
I gave Ingrid a sidelong glance. Come on. I know youre not a girly girl, but you must be enjoying all the attention just a little.”
Ingrid grinned at me around a gravy-stained toothpick. Maybe just a little,” she said with a wink.
Lord, help me, I thought. Between Ingrid blowing hot and cold, Dolly blowing plain old crazy, and Harvey endlessly blowing his nose, this wedding might be the death of me.
* * *
That afternoon, I set to work making favors for the wedding, listening to Rena humming out of tune while she worked on cookies for Ingrid and Harveys reception. I sucked in a big lungful of vanilla-and-sugar-scented air.
At the tinkling of the bell above our doorway, I looked up to find Aunt Dolly using her rear end to bump open Trendy Tails door. She managed to maneuver herself into the shop with her arms filled with boxes of white tissue wedding decorations. Thankfully, Id already ordered decorations for Pearl and Romeos doggy wedding. We could give the decorations a dress rehearsal, using them to perk up Trendy Tails for Ingrid and Harvey.
Hows the blushing bride today?” Dolly asked, her voice brimming with high spirits and good cheer.
I set down the last little packet of Jordan almonds, bundled neatly in a circle of white tulle, and raised a finger to my lips. Shes upstairs,” I mouthed.
Gotcha,” Dolly mouthed back.
I stretched my back and answered her in a voice that wouldnt carry up to my apartment on the third floor, where Ingrid Whitfield had gone to sulk. Take your pick,” I said. Irritable, grumpy, annoyed, occasionally hostile. Shes spent a lot of time storming up and down the stairs muttering that she and Harvey should have just gone to Vegas like they originally planned. At one point she bellowed at Harvey that they should call off all this stuff and nonsense and just keep on living in sin.”
Rena sauntered out of the kitchen to join us during my explanation. Weve been having a great time,” she deadpanned. Maybe we should get Ingrid on that show about bridezillas. I bet shed be their first postmenopausal bride.”
Dolly snorted a laugh as she carefully lowered her load onto the giant red worktable in what used to be the dining room of the gingerbread Victorian house. She shoved aside the tangle of ribbons and fabric swatches that littered the table, the detritus of my early morning efforts to create cats pajamas.” The unfinished results hung on a wooden cat-shaped form Id had specially made by a carpenter in Bemidji. Eventually, I would try the jammies on Jinx, but she was too feisty to serve as a model during development.
I guess we shouldnt be surprised,” Dolly whispered. Ingrids always been a pill, and a bride must be an awkward hat for her to wear.”
Dolly made a good point. Our octogenarian friend would pick corduroy over cashmere any day of the week.
Still, I thought Ingrids irritability went deeper than that. She seemed uncharacteristically vulnerable. I had a sneaking suspicion why.
Ingrid had spent most of her adult life running the Merryville Gift Haus in the space now occupied by my store, Trendy Tails. Shed supported me in starting up the business right before she left for Boca, but it must still have been difficult to come back and see no trace of her own well-loved shop left. Whats more, the second-floor apartment in which Ingrid had lived for over four decades was now occupied by a stranger, a renter shed never even met. Its hard to deal with the fact that life in your hometown could continue on without you.
Well,” Rena said, one way or the other it will be over tomorrow.”
That sounds ominous,” Dolly said with a shiver.
Rena laughed. You havent seen ominous until youve seen the thundercloud that gathered over Ingrid when she found out Jane Porter was bringing a plus one to the wedding.”
Oh, shes just being ridiculous. I mean, its not like Janes marrying Knute Hammer,” Dolly huffed. They just gad about town together.”
Rena started pulling rolls of crepe-paper and tissue-paper wedding bells from the box Dolly had brought. Why would she care about Janes love life, even if Jane was going to tie the knot with Knute?”
Dolly hummed thoughtfully. I think the whole reason Ingrid invited Jane was that she had a vision of Jane curled in a puddle of misery while she walked down the aisle with Harvey. Jane having a date takes some of the fun out of it.”
Geesh,” I muttered, fanning out a honeycomb bell and slipping the plastic clips in place to hold it open. Ingrids always been brusque, but Ive never known her to be mean-spirited. Other than a few sour grapes over a canasta hand, what does she have against Jane anyway?”
You dont know?” Dolly gasped.
Renas eyes lit from within as she leaned in for a good dish. No, we dont. . . . Spill it.”
Dolly hummed nervously, studying the ceiling as though she could pinpoint Ingrids precise location there. Well,” she finally whispered, Jane and Arnold Whitfield dated in high school, when Harvey and Ingrid were together. Everyone thought Jane and Arnold would get married and Harvey and Ingrid would live their own happily ever after. But then Jane moved to Chicago to do some TV work, commercial bits, and such. Harvey got sent to military school, and things just sort of happened the way they happened. . . . Next thing you know, Arnold and Ingrid were engaged.
Then back, oh, thirty-some years ago now, when Arnold was still alive, Ingrid spent a few months up in Duluth looking after her sister whod broken a hip. When she got back, she and Arnold had a big blowup, and he ended up spending a month or so with his brother in St. Paul. When he came home, he brought Ingrid a fancy new dishwasher. I dont think either one of them ever told a soul about that fight, but we all knew. And we all knew its cause: Jane and Arnold had, uh . . . well . . .”
Rena squealed. Oh no, they didnt! Arnold Whitfield and Jane Porter had a fling?”
Hush,” Dolly urged, glancing up at the ceiling again.
Man,” I whispered, Jane picked the wrong woman to betray, didnt she?”
You bet she did,” Dolly continued. Ingrid seemed to forgive Arnold, but she never forgave Jane. Whats more, without so much as a word she made sure everyone in Merryville remembered that Janes morals were a little loose. I know Ingrid never hung her head in shame over the affair, but this . . . Well, this was her big chance to beat out Jane in the love game once and for all.”
I slipped a ribbon through the grommets on the tops of three of the honeycomb tissue bells, making a little cluster to hang from the chandelier in the front room. Wow. I never would have guessed. I cant imagine Ingrid putting up with a tomcatting husband. I guess everyone has secrets.”
Dolly finished nestling the bundles of Jordan almonds in a lace-lined basket. That they do, my dear. That they do. Dont you ever forget it.”
CHAPTER
Everyone who was anyone turned out for Ingrid and Harveys wedding. My sisters and parents were there, graciously standing near the back to allow other guests a better view. I counted every member of the Methodist Ladies Auxiliary. The Merryville Gazette had even sent a reporter to cover the event for what passed as our society page. I admit, I was delighted to see Ama Olmstead taking photos of the array of goodies laid out on the cherry red folk art table that dominated Renas barkery, while her husband, Steve, stood back and patiently held her bagsso many bags it looked like she was ready to go on the lam. Not only was she chronicling the nuptials, but she was providing Trendy Tails with a little free publicity. I admired the way they worked, tiny Danish Ama having merely to give her strapping Norwegian husband a glance before he handed her a lens or some other sort of camera paraphernalia.
Ken West emerged from the kitchen, a tray of his savory hors doeuvres in his hands. Ken had come to Merryville from Madison to open a high-end seafood restaurant, the Blue Atlantic, but when it went out of business, he stuck around doing catering jobs. Hed recently secured backingthanks to a little blackmailfrom Hal Olson to open a new restaurant, this one with a more realistic steak-and-chops menu. Hed recently begun the process of revamping the building that once housed the Grateful Grapejust across the back alley from meinto his new concern, Red, White and Bleu. The conceit was to pair just the right wine with locally sourced beef, pork, venison, and fish. Id even heard a rumor that he was bringing in a sommelier from his days in Madison to help with the pairings.
I admit I was a little disappointed about Ken opening Red, White and Bleu. As smug and unpleasant as I found Ken to be, he really did a nice job with catering, and I imagined that the restaurant would take up too much of his time for him to continue with these little jobs.
A small mob of no-nonsense Merryville menall over fiftycrowded around Ken to grab his mini-chicken-potpies and beef skewers, along with a few of Ollie Fordes Norwegian meatballs. I noticed the widowed contingent of the Methodist Ladies Auxiliary staring at the men with predatory eyes, looking for a weak one to cull from the herd.
Even the much-maligned Jane Porter had shown up, hanging on the arm of Knute Hammer. Knute Hammer was the minister at the Hope of Christ Lutheran Church. Though he was slight of frame, he towered over the gently rounded, petite Jane Portera birch tree giving shelter to a plump squirrel. All things considered, it was hard to imagine that Arnold, the man whod loved strapping, forthright Ingrid, would find much of interest in Janes Cupids-bow mouth and coy, lash-batting gaze.
Still, the past was what it was, and according to Dolly, Ingrids bitterness had never mellowed. I just hoped the two women wouldnt come to blows during the reception.
It really was a true Merryville event. The only person glaringly missing was Hal Olson, Merryvilles most outspoken mayoral candidate. I was a little surprised, because Hal always had a new deal in the works, something that needed the shaking of hands and the slapping of backs, and with the election coming up in just a month, glad-handing the denizens of Merryville was all the more important. Missing an opportunity to hobnob like this seemed out of character.
His wife, Pris, was in attendance, though. She stood right in the thick of the action, but most of the guests carefully avoided her eyes. Half the town was terrified of Priss tongue, as sharp and precise as a surgeons scalpel. Pris didnt seem to be bothered by the absence of her husband or her lack of conversational partners. Still, everyone with eyes could see the Hal-shaped hole at Priss side and could guess that there must be tension between the two. I, however, knew the depths of their marital discord. This was not an isolated incident but part of a long trend of Pris and Hal avoiding each other whenever possible. A few months earlier, in a rare moment of camaraderie, Pris had confessed her desire to ditch Hal and the financial bonds that kept them tethered.
Dont get me wrong. Pris and I were not friends. In fact, Pris and I were archrivals in the Merryville pet care industry, though our businesses seemed to drive us into each others paths more than they kept us apart. In such a small town, you couldnt do much without collaborating with people you barely tolerated. Take, for instance, the upcoming doggy wedding between Pearl Collins and Romeo Tucker. While I was dressing the duo and providing the site for the wedding, and my friend and partner, Rena, was catering the event for the animal guests, Prissys Pretty Pets was helping with decor and with grooming the pups before their walk down the aisle.
Trying to be a gracious hostess, I sidled up to Pris. Hows it going?”
Pris flashed her beauty-queen smile. Izzy! Dont you have just the worst feeling of déjà vu?”
What do you mean?” Priss smile rarely boded well for me.
Well, it was only, what, six months ago that we were standing right here in Trendy Tails, the room packed with guests, Ken West in the kitchen providing delicious nibbles just like today. And look how that turned out.”
That night had ended with a dead body.
I chuckled uncomfortably. I think that was a once-in-a-lifetime sort of thing.”
Pris just smiled.
The room looks lovely,” she said.
Thanks.” Given the short notice, wed done a fine job with the decorations. Id spent the morning clearing away all the merchandise on the floor and draping the glass case beneath the cash register with a swag of deep purple velvet. White tissue paper and tulle twined around the handrail of the staircase leading down from the second floor. Wed scattered the room with milk glass bowls of mixed nuts and the all-important wedding mints: little pastel pillows that melted on your tongue. While many of the guests would stand, wed placed a handful of chairs at the front of the room for Ingrids contemporaries and their shaky knees. All in all, Aunt Dolly, Rena, and I had transformed Trendy Tails into a chapel of love that rivaled any in Vegas. All we were missing was the Elvis.
Whats up with those two?” Pris asked. They look like theyre ready to take it outside.”
She lifted her glass of punch in the direction of the chairs. Hetty Tucker and Louise Collins were sitting side by side, chattering and giggling like a couple of teenagers. They were flanked by their sons, Sean and Jack, who were glaring at each other over their mothers snowy permanent waves.
You got me,” I muttered. Theyve been like that for weeks. Every time we meet to talk about Romeo and Pearls pupptials, I feel like I need to send them to separate corners.”
Well, in my experience, men only get their dander up like that over one thing: women. Id lay odds that those boys are in a tiff over some females affection.”
Pris had probably been the subject of many male rivalries, so she would know. Sean was newly single, and wed been renewing a friendship from our high school days . . . a friendship I secretly hoped might blossom into something more. But Sean hadnt shown any signs of reciprocating my affection, and I hadnt heard of Jack having a girlfriend since high school. Maybe it was a woman. Or maybe theyd had a run-in on the grade school softball field and had never let it go. Who could tell? After my fiancé of many years had left me high and dry, Id given up trying to figure out the male mind.
I saw Rena waving at me from across the room. I made my excuses to Pris, and wound my way through the guests toward the kitchen door.
Are we ready?” I asked.
I think so,” Rena replied with a weary sigh. Dolly just texted down that Ingrid was dressed and ready to go, Harveys been standing by that makeshift altar for the last thirty minutes, and I caught the reverend checking his watch.”
Great. Ill get everyone in order, and you can send Dolly a text telling her to send Ingrid down the front stairs, and then she can hurry down the back stairs and not miss a thing.”
I grabbed my hand-tied bouquet of lilacs off the red country table, made my way to the altaran arch of lavender and white balloonsand beckoned to Reverend Wilson. As he took his place between Harvey and me, a wave of whispers rippled out through the room, leaving silence in their wake. Someone coughed, the sound like a shot in the quiet room.
Somewhere behind me, Rena pushed PLAY on an MP3 player, and the sweet notes of Pachelbels Canon in D filled the air.
After a few moments of tense anticipationduring which I harbored the fleeting fear that Ingrid had escaped down the back stairs and fled into the twilighther taupe pumps appeared between the balusters of the staircase. Everyone sighed softly as the bride made her way down the last of the stairs. She wore a periwinkle suit with a flirty little peplum and carried a cascading bouquet of frothy lilacs. A blusher-length veil covered her face, a gift from Dolly, who had worn the same veil when she married. The outfit was out of character for Ingrid, but I could tell by the tilt of her chin and the faint smile playing across her rose-painted lips that she felt beautiful.
I scooched out of the way so she and Harvey could stand squarely before the minister. Rena cut off the music, and Reverend Wilson began the service, his resonant voice holding us all rapt.
By the time Rena sent Packer scampering across the store, the ring pillow balanced precariously on his back, there wasnt a dry eye in the house. Except, of course, for Ingrid. She looked vaguely embarrassed by the tears pouring down Harveys weathered cheeks. I was right there with him, choking back unexpected sobs of joy for my friend and mentor.
Ill be honestwhile most of the tears I shed were for Ingrid and Harvey, a few were for myself. I didnt love Dr. Casey Alter anymorehed made sure of that when he ran away to New York with a perky little nutritionistbut I still felt as though some part of life had passed me by. I didnt miss the groom a bit, but I did miss the wedding Id been planning, the prospect of being a bride.
Do you, Harvey, take Ingrid to be your wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live?”
I do,” Harvey sighed, his voice trembling with raw emotion.
And do you, Ingrid, take Harvey to be your husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live?”
I”
Ingrid stopped short, midaffirmation. The sharp noise that had startled her into silence still echoed through the room. My first thought was that our coughing guest was at it again, but before I could consider that thought further, the room was filled with a thumping that grew louder with each report.
Hetty Tucker was the first to utter a gasping scream, but she was quickly followed by other guests as something heavy tumbled down the stairs behind Reverend Wilson.
It came to a stop in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, and it didnt take long to see the hand extended, fingers curled in a gesture of supplication, to make out the outline of a hip beneath the black mass, and to realize that the crumpled object at the foot of the stairs was a person.
I was closest, and I reached the injured persons side first. I looked down to see a sweep of inky black hair partially hiding the unmistakable strong, square jawline of our second-floor renter, Daniel Colona. I also saw blood. So much blood that Daniel Colona had to be dead.
Behind me, I heard someone speaking frantically to a 911 operator, begging for police and an ambulance to come to Trendy Tails. I glanced over my shoulder to find a shaken Ama Olmstead, panting softly from her sprint through the partygoers to the front of the pack, fumbling with the bags hanging off her shoulder and clicking off pictures with trembling fingers, likely capturing the most significant story of her career.
As I leaned down to check for a pulse, a flash of movement caught my eye and stopped me in my tracks. I glanced up the stairs. There, on the landing, stood my aunt Dolly, a gun in her hand and a look of horror on her face.
Before I could recover, Jack Collins nudged me out of the way and knelt to check Daniels pulse. I saw him look up the stairs in Dollys direction. He then caught my eyes, and gently shook his head.
Sure enough, Daniel was dead, and my aunt couldnt have looked more guilty if shed worn a sweater with the word murderer” embroidered across the chest.
I glanced around the room at the sea of wide eyes and dropped jaws. From across the room of shocked partygoers, Pris Olson caught my gaze, lifted one eyebrow, and raised a glass of punch in a silent toast.
Right then I knew one thing for certain: I was never throwing another party again.
* * *
I led Jack through the first-floor kitchen, just as Ken West was walking in from the alley.
Where are you coming from?” Jack snapped.
A smoke,” Ken snapped back. Perfectly legal, Officer.” The last word rolled out in a snide drawl, an equally snide smile gracing his face.
Did you see anything, Ken? Anyone else come out the back door?” Jacks urgency must have pushed through Kens usual contrariness. He straightened up, on alert.
See anything? No, what happened?”
Daniel Colona is dead, and it looks like he was shot in the upstairs apartment. Did you see anyone going through your kitchen?”
Ken shot me a look of pure amazement. Hed been there for my last murder party.
I didnt see a thing. I, uh, went out to have a smoke with Steve Olmstead.”
So he can vouch you were outside the whole time?”
Well, no, I guess not. He came in before I did. But I didnt have any reason to kill Daniel Colona.” He shook his head. Wow. I cant believe this is happening again.”
Did you see anyone leave through the back door?” Jack was growing impatient. I knew he wanted to get upstairs, but he had to ask these questions while the answers were fresh in Kens mind. Ingrid had been the only one to use the front stairs, which meant the killer must have used the back.
No.”
Just that: No.”
But . . .” Jack prodded.
I, uh, wasnt right by the door the whole time.” Jacks eyes narrowed and his lips thinned. Ken held up his hands. Nothing shady, I swear. I just took a little walk down the alley. Stretched my legs.”
Jack was done dillydallying. But I tucked Kens comments away for further consideration. Assuming Dolly was innocentand loyalty prevented me from assuming anything elseeither the murderer was still in the building (heaven forbid), the killer had managed to sneak out back and through the alley without alerting Ken (which would be tough given that all the shops on either side of the alley had motion-sensor lights), or Ken West was, himself, the killer. Ken was a bit of a sleaze at the best of times, but his answers to Jacks questions seemed especially cagey.
Weird.
Jack led the way up the back stairs, and through the open door to Daniels apartment. I called softly to Dolly as we made our way through the half-light.
She turned slowly, eyes glazed, hands trembling. With incredible care, Jack removed the gun from her hand and set it on an entertainment center out of Dollys reach, as though she might lunge for the weapon and start taking potshots at Jack and me.
Im sorry about this, Ms. Johnston,” he said as he gently raised her hands above her head and began to pat her down. He paused when he reached the pocket of the daring kimono-cut jacket shed picked out for the wedding.
Izzy,” he murmured. Run downstairs and get me a paper bag and a plastic Baggie.”
I did as he said, clattering down the back stairwell as fast as my legs would carry me. I found a Baggie in a drawer by the stove, and I grabbed one of the white paper bags Rena used to package her pet treats.
When I got back upstairs and handed the items to Jack, he shook open the paper bag with a loud snap. He then put his hand in the plastic bag, creating a makeshift glove, and reached gingerly into Dollys pocket. When his hand emerged, I was puzzled to see him holding a toothbrush. He dropped it into the paper bag, rolled over the bags top, shook the Baggie off his hand, and tucked it in the pocket of his twill pants.
I shot him a questioning look. He lifted his shoulders in the universal sign for I dont have a clue.”
By then, Dolly was starting to regain her faculties. Is he dead?” she asked.
Yes,” Jack replied simply, carefully studying her face for a reaction.
Poor Dollys shoulders drooped in misery. Oh dear. This is all my fault.”
What do you mean by that?” Jack asked.
Not another word.” I hadnt heard Sean coming up the stairs behind me, but I was glad he had. Dolly? Do you want me to represent you?”
Represent me?” she asked, clearly not grasping the gravity of her situation.
Yes,” I said firmly. You do want Sean to represent you.”
She still looked puzzled, but she shrugged. Okay.”
Jack glared at Sean, who kept his expression carefully neutral. My client will not be speaking with the police at this time.”
Lawyers,” Jack muttered.
Cops,” Sean muttered back.
Jack took a step toward him, and for an instant I thought they might come to blows. Youre not doing her any favors by telling her not to cooperate.”
Why dont you leave the legal advice to me, big guy? You stick with the crime-solving bit.”
Jack growled low in his throat before turning away. He stepped around Dolly, and made his way gingerly up the stairs to my apartment, likely making sure the culprit hadnt escaped up instead of down.
Sean walked over to my aunt, grasped her hands gently, and looked her square in the eyes. Dont you everevertell a cop that something is your fault.”
But it is,” Dolly said, her voice soft but firm.
Jack reappeared on the second-floor landing, rocking on his heels to contain his nervous energy. He was ready to take Dolly in.