"Then talk."
He kept his eyes on the road and didn't reply. She let the silence hang and watched the familiar scenery through her window. Date palm trees lined the boulevards, and, as always, Camelback Mountain towered over the city, its red clay humps assuring her that they were headed in the right direction.
As they approached her mother's house, Matt abruptly turned toward the canyon and the trail leading up Camelback Mountain. He drove into the visitors' parking lot at the base and stopped. "I want to talk to you alone," he said, laying a hand on her arm when she grabbed for the door.
"Without your entire ensemble hanging on every word. I'll take you home in a minute."
"I can walk from here." Or run if she had to.
"Peter Finch was attacked this morning."
Gretchen jerked her head in his direction. "What? What did you say?"
"I think you heard me." He watched her with an intense gaze.
"What happened?"
"Shot in the chest."
"Is he dead?"
"No, he'll live, but it was close. He's unconscious, so I haven't been able to talk to him. All of his camera and computer equipment is missing. Whoever did this took the entire computer."
"Why are you telling me this?" Gretchen felt like she might faint. "What do I have to do with Peter Finch?"
"Gretchen, you have to tell me what's going on. Every time I follow a lead, you've been there ahead of me. I've started carrying a picture of you around. I show it to people, and they recognize you."
"Who recognizes me?" Gretchen demanded. "Tell me who."
What was the point of the picture? Was he going to arrest her for Peter's murder?
Through the car's window, she stared at the mountain. No, he would have taken her in to the station. He wanted information to use against someone. Her… or…
"Ronny Beam's neighbor in the trailer park recognized you instantly," Matt said. "The security guard at the senior home we just left had a few choice words to describe you. And a tenant in Peter Finch's apartment building saw you entering there yesterday."
"That's ridiculous. And where did you get a picture of me?"
"You forget that my mother is the president of the doll club. She gave me one that she took at the last meeting. Very flattering."
Good old Bonnie, always helpful. That must be going over well with the doll club members. It would make a particularly choice topic for Curves. She didn't know which was worse-the doll collectors thinking Matt was interested in her romantically or thinking he considered her a murder suspect.
"The person who identified me at Peter Finch's made a mistake."
After what had happened to Albert Thoreau, how could she trust Matt enough to tell him anything? Albert had been beaten, and she hadn't forgotten that a cop was responsible for it. Matt? Or one of his partners?
Why was she always attracted to the wrong men?
"If your fingerprints show up in his apartment," Matt said. "You'll have some explaining to do." He got out, walked around the front of the car, and opened her door.
"Come on. Let's go for a walk."
Gretchen glared at him but got out and looked up at the mountain. By the ripple of his muscles, he obviously worked out, but in a gym. Aerobically, he wasn't up to her level, thanks to her years of serious hiking. She could beat him any day in a climb up to the peak, and she could probably outpace him in a race. She felt safer out in the afternoon sunshine with a number of hikers traversing the mountain above her. Still, if Matt wanted to grill her, he shouldn't have stopped the car where she could see her house. No wonder he couldn't catch the killer; he couldn't even catch her. She hated to think what would happen if she waited for him to protect her.
She started out, headed for home instead of up the mountain. "Have it your way," he called out behind her.
"But I'm warning you, Gretchen, and this is a friendly warning that's about to become less so if you don't heed my words. Stay out of this. You don't know what you're getting into. And stay away from Percy O'Connor's sister. You're interfering with an investigation."
Gretchen almost stopped in her tracks, but, with a lot of effort, she willed her leaden legs to continue moving toward home. Percy O'Connor's sister?
Chiggy?
Nooooo.
Nina and April sat at the kitchen table surrounded by mounds of McDonald's bags.
"Hey," April said. "Sit down and eat." She moved her chair to make room. "You should have invited that handsome detective in."
Starving, Gretchen dug in, but she didn't taste the food. It could have been kibble, and she wouldn't have cared. All the connections and all the deaths. Three people who had been at Chiggy's house before the estate auction were dead or injured: Brett, Ronny, and Peter. Two of them gone, the other barely alive. And Percy, connected by family to Chiggy, also dead. How did Steve fit in? Steve valued money above everything else, and diamonds would be a huge motivator. Was he the killer, or wasn't he? Her feelings vacillated exactly as they used to whenever she tried to decide whether or not to leave him. Yes, then no, then… The same teeter-totter effect.
Since Chiggy's poor health precluded pursuing and killing large men, the only suspects left seemed to be Steve and Howie. But wasn't Howie at the auction block when Brett was shoved into the street? Howie did take breaks, but Gretchen thought for sure he had been auctioneering when it happened.
She needed to talk to Steve, find Duanne Wilson, and discover who was sending her cryptic threats inside of Kewpie dolls.
"Is Daisy back yet?" Gretchen asked, seeing no sign that the homeless woman had returned.
"I peeked in her room, and she's not there," April said.
"What a disaster. Have you seen it? She has piles of trash from that shopping cart lying everywhere."
"She gave me strict orders to keep everyone out."
April slurped the last of her soda. "I can see why."
"She's pretty demanding, for a guest," Nina said. Gretchen and Nina made their first eye contact.
"I'm sorry I was so angry," Nina said suddenly, as if she had been working up to an apology and needed to get it over with quickly before she backed out. "April helped me realize that you were trying to protect me because you love me. I love you, too."
"And I'm sorry if I ruined your date. At the time, I didn't care. I only cared about your safety. As it turns out, I don't think Eric had anything to do with the murders."
"Now, before this gets any mushier," April said, "tell us what happened with Chiggy."
Gretchen related the story, ending with Chiggy calling security and trying to blast her with pepper spray.
"I knew going to see her was a bad idea the minute I heard it," Nina said, joining the I-told-you-so association.
"It was worth questioning her just for her reaction."
Gretchen chewed a cold French fry. "Duanne Wilson has something to do with this."
"I wonder why she attacked you," April asked.
"She was afraid," Gretchen said. "Very afraid. I don't think she's directly involved, though."
"She does have terrible health," April said, as though her poor health eliminated her.
Gretchen leaned forward. "Wait till you hear the rest."
"There's more?" April exclaimed. "You've been busy."
"Chiggy is Percy's sister."
Nina squealed. "How do you know that?"
"Matt Albright told me."
"Percy's sister," April said. "Imagine that."
"I'm so glad you're working with the police," Nina said, brightly. "Detective Albright will figure it out. He has resources."
"You're not kidding," April agreed. "His buns, his…"
She started giggling.
"Does he have any suspects yet?" Nina asked. "I mean besides Steve, who we know didn't do it."
"Suspects? Ah… not yet." Gretchen couldn't say for a fact, but she was pretty sure she was the latest suspect. And she wasn't about to tell I-told-you-so that news. Nina and April waved goodbye, leaving a vacuum of silence in the house. Gretchen called Information from the workshop bench and waited for the connection to go through.