“Do you want to take a walk?” Tabby asked him. “I’d love to get out of here for a while. I need some air.”
“Sure. If you like.”
“I had fun with you last night,” she added. “I’m sorry, I know that sounds weird. I mean, you must be upset about Carla and Denny.”
“I am, but I was glad for the company.”
Her face brightened. “Good.”
She grabbed a coat from a hook near the door. They took the stairs to the ground floor of the four-story building, and she zipped up her jacket and tucked her hands in the pockets when they emerged onto the windy sidewalk of Scott Street. Her red hair blew across her face. They didn’t talk to each other as they crossed Marina Boulevard and walked beside the boats in the yacht harbor. From where they were, Frost could see the flybridge of the Roughing It. Clouds had swarmed the sky in the late afternoon, and fog was already slouching over the towers of the Golden Gate Bridge.
They walked in silence all the way to the bay and sat beside each other on a low stone wall that overlooked the bridge. Waves slapped against the wet sand at their feet. It was cold, but he didn’t notice it. Sitting there, he saw Tabby turn her shoulders away from him and brush a tear from her cheek. She was upset, and he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t care about what was wrong.
“You want to talk about what’s bothering you?” he asked.
She hid her sadness behind a weak smile. “It’s nothing.”
“Is there a problem with your niece?”
“No, it’s something else.”
“Well, I could tell you weren’t yourself with Duane last night,” Frost said.
“I know. I’ve been moody lately. That’s very unlike me. It’s a phase, and this too shall pass. But thanks for being concerned.”
“Of course.”
“Was Duane pissed when I left so abruptly?” she asked. “I was asleep when he got home. We haven’t talked.”
“No, he wasn’t upset,” Frost replied, trying to choose his words carefully, but Tabby saw through him. She shook her head with a little bit of disgust.
“In other words, he didn’t even notice that anything was wrong,” she said.
“Look, Duane is a workaholic,” Frost reminded her. It wasn’t the first time he’d made excuses for his brother. “He’s always been that way, and he’s not going to change. If you wait for him to slow down, you’ll be waiting forever. I learned years ago that you have to grab Duane and make him listen if you really want him to hear you.”
“You’re right. I’m not blaming him. I’m busy, Duane’s busy, we’re just out of sync right now. It’s mostly me, anyway. I’m used to feeling in control, but these days it seems like every time I know where I stand, the ground gets pulled out from under me.” Then she rolled her eyes in annoyance with herself. “What the hell, will you listen to me? I can’t believe what a whiner I am today.”
“Cut yourself some slack,” Frost said. “You’ve had a crazy year. You know, almost dying and all.”
“I know, you shot me,” she teased him with a little giggle. “We’re like our very own Dr. Phil episode.”
He laughed, and so did she. Then she wiped her cheeks with both hands and smoothed her hair.
“Anyway, I’m done complaining,” she went on, shivering a little as the wind blew off the bay and tossed her hair. “You called me, and I haven’t even given you a chance to say a thing. What’s going on?”
“I need to talk to you about Denny Clark,” Frost said.
“Your ex-friend? The one who was killed?”
“Yes.”
Tabby looked puzzled. “What about him?”
“How did you know Denny?” Frost asked.
“Me? I didn’t.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. I’d never heard of him until Duane told me about you and Carla. Why? What’s this about?”
“Well, when I called you earlier, I was actually in the process of going through Denny’s cell phone records. The thing is, you’re in them. A few weeks ago, Denny called you.”
Tabby shook her head. “No way. That’s crazy. Are you sure? Honestly, Frost, his name isn’t familiar to me at all. I certainly don’t remember talking to him. Could he have dialed the wrong number?”
“No, it was a long call. Almost fifteen minutes.” He took out a copy of Denny’s phone records from his pocket and showed her where he’d highlighted the call to her cell phone. She took note of the date and time and then looked off toward the bridge as she tried to remember.
“Okay. I think I know what this was about. I had no idea who the guy was. He probably told me his name at the beginning, but I didn’t bother writing it down because nothing came of it.”
“Came of what?” Frost asked.
“He wanted me to cater a private party. Now that I think about it, the gig was on a boat, but I never got all the details.”
“When was the party?”
“I’m pretty sure it was scheduled for last Tuesday. I remember because it was the day after I was handling an anniversary party, so I would have been scrambling to juggle the two jobs.” Her eyes widened. “Tuesday. Is that the charter you were worried about? The one where Denny and Carla walked away with all the cash?”
“That’s it. What did he tell you about it?”
“Not much. He said it was a small party, just a handful of people. I don’t think he gave me an exact number. The whole thing had to be absolutely first class. I mean, five-star food, top-shelf booze, unlimited budget, the works. He dangled a big number in front of me to make it happen.”
“Sounds like a pretty good job for you,” Frost said.
“It was. I was flattered that he approached me. In normal circumstances, I would have loved to take it.”
“So why did you say no? Because of the conflict with the other job?”
Tabby shook her head. “No, believe me, I would have worked around it and made sure both got done. That wasn’t the problem. I mean, looking back, I guess I should have sucked it up and said yes, but there was just something off about the whole thing.”
“What do you mean?” Frost asked.
“Well, he told me that the first thing I would have to do is sign a nondisclosure agreement before he gave me any information. So would anyone I brought in to work the event. I couldn’t talk about the job, who hired me, how much I got, who was there, what I saw, what I heard — and if I did, I’d be subject to a penalty equal to twenty times the amount of my fee. That made me nervous right away. If I brought in a bartender who happened to tell a friend, ‘Hey, you’ll never guess who I mixed a margarita for last night,’ I’d be on the hook for a lawsuit that could bankrupt me. I didn’t like that. And I don’t know, it just felt weird. I’ve dealt with clients who are over the top about privacy, but this was more than that. Somehow it made me think there was going to be stuff going on that would make me uncomfortable, or that would put me and my team at risk.”
“What kind of stuff?”
“It could be anything. Sex, drugs, who knows. I’ve been to catering conventions, and you wouldn’t believe the stories I hear. I don’t want to have anything to do with that scene.”
“So what did you do?” Frost asked.
“I said thanks but no thanks.”
“How did Denny take it?”
“He was disappointed. He said I had a great reputation. I liked hearing that. Although now that I think about it, I can’t help but wonder if he called me because of you, Frost.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because he knew about me and my injury. He said he’d read the stories in the newspaper about me getting abducted and shot. That’s how he knew about my business. You were in all of those stories, too, Frost. Denny would have seen your name.”