Krista Davis - Diva 01 _ Diva Runs Out of Thyme, The

“Who did it belong to?”

“She didn’t know. She doesn’t use the hotel computers for her job.”

“A lot of people crowded in that room when Simon died. Still, it could be a lead. Think Wolf will tell us about it if we ask?”

Nina appraised me. “Maybe if you flirt with him.”

I wasn’t going that route. But maybe I should reconsider. Flirting worked pretty well for Nina.

The sound of approaching footsteps sent me for the door in an effort to avoid Kenner but Nina lingered.

“Sophie,” she said, “look who it is. Hi!”

Dread welled in my stomach but I turned anyway.

Simon’s driver, Clyde, strode toward Nina.

“Didn’t you work for Simon?” she asked.

His eyes drifted toward me as I joined them.

“Hello, Sophie. Simon was more than a boss.” Clyde mashed his eyes shut and rubbed his forehead. “I can’t believe he’s gone. I’d only worked for him a little over a year but he was great. I traveled the world with him, first class all the way. He treated me like family. There’s nothing I wouldn’t have done for him.”

“The police must be keeping you apprised. What’s the latest on his killer?” I asked.

He snorted. “You’re a suspect. Don’t worry, I’m inclined to think it was Natasha. She’d taken private meetings with Simon before the competition.”

Aside from the implication that she might have been trying to sway his vote in the contest, it put her allegation that I had an unfair advantage in a whole new light.

Nina squinted at him. “What are you doing here?”

His eyebrows shot up and he smiled cynically. “I suppose I ought to ask you that question.” He inspected her head to toe, stopping to take in the huge diamond on her finger, just like Mrs. Pulchinski had.

“We came to visit someone,” said Nina in an irritated voice.

“If this is a contest, then I think I have you beat. I’m staying here.”

His mild amusement only served to further aggravate Nina. I thought I’d better intercede.

“You’re a lot like Simon, aren’t you?”

“I consider that a compliment of the highest order. Simon was a great guy, a good friend.” He looked down at the key card in his hand. “This has been very hard for me. I’m waiting for the police to release his belongings and the body so I can take him to England to be buried. We’d been living in London, you know. He loved it there.”

In spite of his little game with Nina, I felt terrible for him. He’d lost a dear friend and his job and had the unenviable task of seeing to all the funeral details.

I choked out, “I’m very sorry, Clyde.”

He nodded at us and walked away briskly.

Nina stuck out the tip of her tongue like she had a bad taste in her mouth. “What an obnoxious guy. I don’t like him one bit.”

She muttered about Clyde all the way home. When we parked in front of her house, I invited Nina in for a late lunch.

“Thanks, but I’d better get back to pretending I’m a perfect southern domestic goddess like Natasha.”

Poor Nina. “What’s for dinner?”

“Glad you asked—Veal Piccata with Angel Hair Pasta. Alfredo’s is delivering it to your house. Call me when it gets there.” She dug in her purse.

“My house? Why?”

“I don’t want the monster-in-law to know I didn’t make it. It’s already paid for but here’s money for the tip.”

I was on the verge of pointing out that her mother-in-law would probably notice the absence of a garlic aroma in the air, but when I stepped out of the car, I saw a strange man open the side gate to my property and walk to the back of my house.

“Hey!” I ran across the street and into my backyard.

A team of people dressed in uniforms were searching the ground. Most of them crouched or kneeled. Raising my voice, I said, “Excuse me? What’s going on here?”

Nina caught up to me at the same time Wolf appeared around the corner of the shed in the back.

He strode across to us waving a paper. “Sorry, Sophie. Search warrant for mushrooms.”

“I used them all yesterday.” I shouldn’t have said it. I knew I shouldn’t the moment it came out of my mouth. “That was a joke, Wolf.”

“You need to work on your comedy routine.”

A man bending under a pine near the fence shouted at us. Wolf jogged over, followed by Nina and me.

Two mushrooms grew in the shade. No more than three inches high, they bore bright red caps that drooped like elfin hats. Just as Francie had described them—worthy of a children’s picture book.

Wolf gazed up at me. “Looks like you missed a couple.”

“You can’t think that means anything. I’m sure Nina has them in her yard, too. It’s not like I planted them.”

Nina frowned. “I’ve seen them in parks and near paths in woods. Anyone could have access to them.” She raised her eyebrows at Wolf. “I bet there are tons in Natasha’s garden.”

“Don’t worry about Natasha, her garden has been thoroughly searched.”

“You closing in on her?” asked Nina.

Wolf stood up. “Hardly. You have no idea how many people hated Simon. That man cultivated enemies around the world.”

Relief washed over me like a warm bath. “It’s not just Mars’s and my families then? You have other suspects as well?”

Wolf didn’t answer my question. “We’re almost done here.” He promptly walked away, as though we’d been dismissed.

I closed my eyes. My teeth hurt from clenching them. I thought everything was going to get better—but a search warrant—that was bad news.

Nina threw a comforting arm around me and walked me to the kitchen door before she went home. I let myself in the house, grateful for the loving attention Mochie and Daisy demanded at the door. I petted both, praising them for getting along so very well.

June danced into the kitchen. “I thought I heard someone. How do I look?” She held out her arms and twirled around to show off a silk dress of vivid blue.

“Lovely.” I tossed my jacket over a chair. “What’s the big occasion?”

She placed her palms over her flushed cheeks. “The colonel invited me to dinner. He’ll be here any minute to pick me up.”

June had a date? I couldn’t have been more delighted. She might talk with her deceased sister but I’d seen nothing else to indicate that June needed to live in a home for the infirm. The thought lifted my spirits and I gave her a hug.

“Did you see Wolf?” she asked. “He came with a search warrant for the backyard.”

I didn’t want to dampen her spirits with the news about the mushrooms he found so I just nodded. Through the bay window I saw Wolf and his crew get in their cars and depart.

“Where’s my purse?” she said. “I thought I had it. Sophie, I’m a nervous wreck. I haven’t been out with a man in a decade. Everyone goes dutch now, don’t they? How do I know how much to pay? Do I ask him for the check or will he tell me the amount?”

I found her purse on the console in the foyer. “Think of it as dinner with a girlfriend.”

“That’s a good idea. Yes, I’m feeling calmer already.” The doorbell rang and June cried, “I need a mirror. How’s my hair?”

I grasped her upper arms gently. “You look great. Have a wonderful time.”

I opened the door for the colonel. Dashing in a deep gray overcoat of fine wool, he handed June a peach rose. I was afraid the gesture might make her more nervous but she took it with gracious thanks and a flirtatious glance at the colonel.

When he helped her with her coat, I realized they made a striking couple, both with silvery hair, the colonel tall and authoritative in his bearing in contrast to June’s gentle roundness.

I watched from the stoop as they left. A cold wind kicked up as the colonel’s SUV drove away. Cloudy skies threatened to bring evening shadows early and I still hadn’t eaten lunch.