Блейз Клемент - The Cat Sitter And The Canary

He planted them all over the island, and, if my grandfather is to be believed, all the existing wild magnolias on the Key are direct descendants of those very trees.

I was thinking about that as Michael and Paco and I followed Detective Carthage down the shelled lane that leads to our house. Before we even got close, I could feel the heady nectar of the magnolia’s cupped blossoms on the back of my throat, and for a brief moment, something about the smell of it, the thickness of it, combined with the idea of a dead body nearby, made my head swoon. I put a hand on Michael’s shoulder to steady myself. The whole thing didn’t feel real … more like a bizarre, fever-induced nightmare.

When Detective Carthage had said there was “another note,” I’d just stood there, staring at him in silence. All kinds of questions started bouncing around in my head like ping-pong balls in a lottery machine, but I didn’t say a word. For one, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answers, and, two, I could tell by the bewildered expression on Detective Carthage’s face that there were still a lot of details he hadn’t figured out yet. He was probably waiting for Detective McKenzie to show up before he made any further decisions.

The body had been covered with a blue tarp, the four corners pinned down with metal spikes, and as we walked by I took my cue from Paco and kept my head turned away from the mounded form in the middle. Instead, I focused on the magnolia tree, where Paco had seen the rabbit’s nest that morning. There were a few fan-leafed palms jutting out at angles from its base, and nestled among them was a dense collection of dried grasses and twigs with a dark hollow near the center. I wondered why a mother rabbit would choose to raise her babies so close to the edge of the driveway.

After we were well past the body, I realized I’d been holding my breath and gulped for air. Detective Carthage’s shoulders were slumped forward, like he was trying to compensate for his tall, lanky frame, and with every step his blond bangs swept across his forehead like windshield wipers. It was only then that I noticed he was mumbling to himself—or at least that’s what I thought—but then I realized he was actually talking to Michael, who was walking next to him on the other side.

I moved in closer to listen.

Michael said, “But … are you sure?”

Carthage said, “Not a hundred percent, no. Obviously, we’ll have a better idea when we see what’s written on that note, if anything, but I don’t want to touch it until the body’s been examined.”

I noticed the bright blue fingertips of a rubber glove peaking out of his back pocket, so I wasn’t totally sure I believed he hadn’t already looked at the note, but I decided to play along for now. I was about to ask if he knew when Detective McKenzie would be here, especially since I was beginning to worry about all the pets I still had to take care of, but Carthage interrupted. “So how long do you think you and Paco were gone?”

Michael thought for a second. “Not even an hour. Probably no more than half an hour, actually.”

Detective Carthage nodded. “So you went for a walk down the beach, and you left together?”

“Yes.”

“And which direction did you go?”

“South, down to the end of Turtle Beach. There were some kids flying a kite, so we went down and watched them for a little while, and then we headed back. That’s when the cops showed up.”

“A little while?”

“Maybe half an hour or so.”

“And before you left, you didn’t hear a car coming up the driveway or anything like that?”

Michael shook his head. “No, definitely not.”

“And was there anyone else on the beach?”

“Nobody. Just us and those kids.”

Suddenly, I stopped dead in my tracks. “Wait a minute! Where’s Gigi?”

Paco stepped over and slid the canvas shopping bag off his shoulder. “I figured you’d think of that eventually.”

He opened it up to reveal Gigi huddled inside, his little head and ears poking out of a tumble of underwear and mismatched socks from my top dresser drawer.

Paco shrugged meekly, “We knew you’d freak out if we left him in the house alone. I grabbed whatever was nearby.”

I almost burst out laughing, but instead a sob come rushing up my throat. I took a deep breath and reached in to give Gigi a reassuring rub between the ears, but he tensed at my touch and burrowed further into his little bed of underwear. I took the bag from Paco and lifted it gently over my shoulder.

I said, “I know, buddy. I’ll be glad when this is over too.”

Detective Carthage continued. “The main thing now is to figure out who this woman is so we can at least tell her family and see if they know anything. I’m hoping they might be able to explain the connection to the other body.”

I stopped again. “What other body?”

“Sara Potts? Remember her?”

“Sorry. I thought you meant another body here .”

Carthage shook his head almost imperceptibly, like he’d already considered that possibility. He said, “We ran the plates. Now we’re just waiting to see if they can identify a cell phone number.”

I could feel pressure building behind my eyes, and a throbbing pain was slowly creeping its way across my shoulders as all the muscles in my neck started to tighten.

Michael said, “Dixie, what’s wrong?”

I said, “Can somebody please explain to me what the hell is going on? What cell phone? And what do you mean you ran the plates? What plates?”

Paco said, “When we got back from our walk, there was a car parked in your spot in the carport. We looked everywhere, but we couldn’t find anybody, and that’s when the deputies showed up and said a jogger had reported a woman in the driveway.”

Carthage said, “The plates are registered to a rental company here at the airport. They gave us the name of the people that rented the car and their phone number too, except it’s a landline. They didn’t leave a cell phone number. That means unless they check their home messages, we won’t be able to reach anybody … at least until they figure out somebody’s missing.”

I said, “What about the note … where is it?”

“It’s pinned to her blouse.”

I could feel myself starting to get a little light-headed again. I mumbled, “It’s pinned to her blouse…”

Carthage said, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Let me guess … with a hat pin.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. With a black pearl at the tip.”

I paused for a moment, suddenly filled with an overwhelming desire to turn around and walk right back up to the main road and drive away. First of all, there were pets all over the Key depending on me to take care of them, but also, I didn’t want to know what that note said. It couldn’t have been anything good.

I tried to keep my cool. “So, when does Detective McKenzie get here?”

Carthage said, “She doesn’t.”

“Huh?”

Michael glanced at Paco as Carthage turned and headed for the house. “She’s out of town for a couple days. New Orleans, I think.”

Michael and Paco both followed him, their eyes on the ground and not saying a word. Detective Carthage kept on talking, but his words floated over my head without registering, as if my brain had taken in all the information it could handle for one day and had hung up an OUT TO LUNCH sign. I caught a few words here and there, like “old friend” and “wedding,” but that was about it.

As we turned the corner of the lane and our house came into view, I saw Ethan standing at the bottom of the steps to my apartment. He had Ella Fitzgerald cradled in his arms, and now I really did feel like I would burst into tears … until I saw the car parked in the carport behind him. It was a giant SUV, and even at this distance, I recognized it right away.