“Yeah, she had a good day.”
“You mean she’s not always like this?”
He shook his head.“Like I said, sometimes she forgets who I am.”
“Johnny the milkman, huh?”
“Yup. Or worse.”
“Bozo the Clown?”
“No. Sometimes she thinks I’m Dad, and tries to kiss me.”
“Oops.”
“Yeah. Last time she said we had to try for a baby. I graciously declined.”
“That can’t have been fun for you.”
“It was funny to Aunt Ariadne. She laughed her ass off.”
“She lacks delicacy.”
“Honey, Aunt Ariadne doesn’t even know the meaning of the word.”
I could see that. Aunt Ariadne was a little rough around the edges. We’d just merged onto the Long Island Expressway when a call came in. It was Sally Borrell. Chase put her on speakerphone.
“Yes, Sally. What have you got for me?”
“Well, he’s not in any of the hospitals—and he’s not in the morgue, either.”
“That’s great news.”
“Yeah, he’s not anywhere else, either, though. He just kinda went off the grid there, Chase.”
He balled his hand into a fist and bumped it softly against the steering wheel.“What could have happened to the old man?”
“We’ll keep looking, but so far we’ve got nothing. Is it possible he had no credit cards? No bank account? Nothing?”
“That’s possible. Grandpa doesn’t believe in banks or credit institutions. Says they’re all a bunch of crooks and thieves and he wants them nowhere near his money.”
“He’s probably right, but that only makes our work more difficult.”
“What about his cell phone?”
“Hasn’t been used for days.”
“Dammit.”
There was a pause.“Is Miss Spume with you?”
“She’s sitting right next to me.”
“Tell her I’m sorry. I was way out of line before.”
“Tell her yourself. You’re on speakerphone.”
“Kingsley!”
“Borrell.”
There was another pause.“Miss Spume?”
I leaned into the cell phone, which was in its cradle on the dash.“The name is Odelia Poole.”
“Whatever. I owe you an apology, Spume. I guess I got carried away.”
“That’s all right. I can appreciate what it must feel like to lose a partner.”
“That’s an awfully nice thing to say, Spume. Maybe you’re not so bad after all.”
“Thanks. I guess.”
“Yeah. Listen, take care of Chase, will you? He’s a great guy. And we all miss him down here.”
“I know,” I said, and I did. I would miss Chase if he suddenly disappeared from my life.
“Hey, why don’t you put in for a transfer to Hampton Cove PD?” Chase asked suddenly, and I could see he wasn’t kidding either. “That way we could be colleagues again, Borrell.”
“I’ll think about it, Kingsley,” said Sally acerbically, and promptly disconnected.
“Do you think she will do it?” I asked.
“Put in for transfer? I doubt it. Hampton Cove is considered the boonies. Nobody wants to work in the boonies.”
“The boonies, huh?”
“Nobody moves from the big leagues to the minor leagues, Odelia. And Sally is no exception.”
“You did. And you said you like it.”
He gave me a grin.“I’ve got my reasons.”
“Oh?”
“One big reason, actually, and her name starts with an O and ends with Delia.”
“Mh. That’s a tough one to figure out.” But I got all warm and fuzzy inside anyway.
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I arrived home just in time to find Max and Dooley all atwitter. Apparently they hadn’t stopped looking for Bambi, same way me and Chase had been looking for his grandpa. They actually thought they’d found her, locked up by some kidnapper, and they’d even heard her scream. I immediately called Chase, who was already back at the police station. So him and Uncle Alec got into my uncle’s car and met me outside within five minutes. We all filed in, Max and Dooley and me, and then we were on our way to rescue Bambi Wiggins from ‘a fate worse than death,’ as Dooley described it.
“What’s this all about?” asked my uncle.
“Attempted murder,” I said without hesitation. “Someone’s trying to murder… someone else.”
“How do you know?” asked Chase, who, once again, was the designated driver.
“I, um… happened to walk past the house and suddenly heard a loud scream.”
I didn’t explain it hadn’t been me walking past the house, nor did Chase ask how it was possible I’d gone walking past this murder house when he’d only dropped me off ten minutes before.
We soon arrived, and that’s when I saw that it was actually the Wiggins place. Huh?
“Randi and Bambi Wiggins,” Chase said. “The postal duo.”
I had a strong suspicion I knew exactly what was going on here. For once, my two sleuthing felines had made a boo-boo. But there was no backing out now. We were going to have to bite the bullet. Chase looked through the window into the Wiggins living room as my uncle rang the bell.
“Be careful!” Dooley said. “He’s got an axe!”
And that’s when we heard loud screams coming from inside the house.
“There! That’s Bambi!” Max cried. “Hurry!”
My uncle pounded the door with his fist, and Chase said,“Can’t see a thing. Just the biggest Christmas tree I’ve ever seen in my entire life. That thing is huge!”
The entire house was dressed up for Christmas, actually, with a big sleigh on the roof, a Santa dangling precariously from the second-floor window, and Christmas lights all around.
The door swung open and Randi Wiggins appeared, looking as jovial and cheerful as ever. For the occasion the big guy was dressed in a knitted Christmas sweater depicting Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Cute.“Hey there, Chief,” he said. “What’s going on?”
“My niece heard screams,”’ said the Chief. “May we come in and take a look?”
“Screams? Oh, that must be Willa. She’s been screaming up a storm.”
Of course. I’d totally forgotten that Bambi was expecting. She must have had that baby by now, which would explain the screams, just like Randi said.
“He’s just trying to confuse you,” said Max. “Ask about Bambi!”
“Yeah, we want to see Bambi!” Dooley added.
“We want proof of life!”
“Is Bambi in?” I asked.
Randi shrugged.“She’s kinda busy. Now’s not a really good time, Odelia.”
“Don’t take no for an answer,” Max said. “Demand to see Bambi.”
“We still need to see her, I’m afraid.”
Randi stepped aside.“Suit yourself. But I’m warning you. It’s not pretty.”
“He’s killed her,” said Max.
“There’s blood all over the place,” said Dooley.
“Poor Bambi!”
“We’re too late!”
Uncle Alec walked past the man and entered the house, followed by Chase, me, and the cats.
“Um… what are these cats doing here?” Randi asked, surprised.
“Oh, those are mine,” I said. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Sure don’t,” said Randi. “I actually have one myself.”
The house was all dressed up for Christmas, and cozy as heck. A huge Christmas tree dominated the living room, and there were little lights everywhere. Bambi and Randi were obviously big on Christmas. I just wished my own home was as Christmassy as theirs, but I hadn’t really taken the time this year. Maybe once, when I had a family of my own, I would pay more attention to the holidays. I knew I wanted to. It just seemed like a lot of hassle to go through just for myself and Max.
“So where’s Bambi?” I asked, searching around. Not that I believed she was being held captive by her own husband, but it was the only way to calm down Max and Dooley, who’d gone berserk. And I actually wanted to see her, too. I liked Bambi, and had totally forgotten about her pregnancy.
“Upstairs,” said Randi.
“Nice place you’ve got here, Randi,” said my uncle.
“Great fan of Christmas, are you?” Chase asked.