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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.
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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 re-
sources.
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 work-
shop bench and waited for the connection to go through.
Don t hang up, Gretchen said quickly into the phone.
They were the first three words out of her mouth. She said
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them again from the stool she perched on inside the work-
shop. Please don t hang up.
I m paying my attorney a lot of money to advise me,
Steve said. And he insisted that I stay away from you.
You re far away from me. Lots of airwaves between us.
Your attorney can t complain. Anyway, I m glad they re-
leased you.
He sighed heavily into the phone. What do you want?
Just wondering how you are, Gretchen said. Partly
true. She did wonder.
Considering that I have to stay in Phoenix until this is
resolved and consequently had to find other attorneys to
handle my clients and caseload and considering that I ve
been charged with murdering Ronny Beam in spite of the
lack of evidence and glaring proof that the knife in his back
belonged to you and considering that your new boyfriend
happens to be the one gathering evidence against me, I
couldn t be better.
No bitterness there.
At least you re free for the time being, she said.
Things could be worse.
Things could always be worse. A boulder from the
mountain could fall and crush me. I m not sure, though,
that crushed bones would be worse. Death might, but even
that s starting to sound more appealing.
An awkward silence fell between them, their once-
upon-a-time comfortable familiarity a distant memory.
Gretchen cleared her throat. Steve, I m really sorry
about what s happened.
About my legal situation or about us?
Both. And I m trying to help you. I discovered some
things that might clear you.
Like what?
I don t want to tell you right now because I have some
loose ends. An understatement, if I ever heard one. Let
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me work on it a little longer. But I need to know if you were
at Chiggy Kent s house the day before the auction.
Why?
Were you?
Why do you want to know?
It could be important.
I haven t told the police that I was there. The only one
who knows is my attorney. I don t know how you found
out. But I suppose you shared that information with your
detective?
I haven t. Why don t you want him to know?
Because Ronny Beam was at the house that day, too. I
wasn t introduced to him, and we didn t exchange words. I
didn t even recognize him on the day of the doll show until
afterward, but the police will try to use that against me if
they can.
I ll keep your secret, if you tell me what I need to
know.
What?
I need to know why you were at Chiggy Kent s house.
Gretchen fiddled idly with her repair tools.
Why do you want to know? he asked again reluc-
tantly.
Please, tell me.
Okay. It isn t a big deal. I was delivering a doll to her.
A doll?
Yes, some kind of Kewpie doll from her brother.
She almost dropped her tools on top of Nimrod, who
slept curled nearby. Stay calm, Gretchen thought, her heart
beating to the band.
From Percy O Connor? she asked.
Yes, how did you ?
Gretchen interrupted him. She had to know the rest.
What kind of Kewpie was it?
Gretchen, you should know better than anyone that I
don t know the slightest thing about dolls. I wouldn t rec-
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ognize a Kewpie doll if it wore a name tag, let alone figure
out what kind of specific Kewpie it was. I didn t even know
there were different kinds. Besides, it was inside a sealed
box.
Then how did you know it was a Kewpie?
I met Percy through one of the attorneys at the firm.
The three of us had lunch one day, and the subject of the
Boston Kewpie Club s expedition to Phoenix came up.
When I told him I was planning a trip to Arizona, he asked
me to deliver the doll to his sister. She lived in Phoenix,
and he said he couldn t go to the show himself health
reasons and he didn t trust the postal service. He said I
should tell her it was his favorite Kewpie collectible.
Favorite, like a million dollars favorite? Gretchen was
sure that Steve had delivered a doll filled with diamonds, or
at least one that the killer thought was filled with dia-
monds. After killing Percy and failing to find the gems, he
must have suspected that Chiggy had them.
But if she did have them at one time, they must be miss-
ing now. Why else would she be so skittish?
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