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

I handed him a plate of cake and said, “Definitely cool.” Mars obviously knew that Andrew was tailing him. I couldn’t help wondering what Vicki really thought about Andrew’s latest career plan.

“I’m way ahead of the game. I’ve got this murder all figured out, well almost, and Wolf is still working on it. And he has people helping him.”

Pouring his coffee could wait. I perched on the other chair, anxious to hear Andrew’s theory. “Spill it.”

“It’s elementary, my dear Watson. The killer talked Francie into making that scene outside so everyone would leave the table and he could poison Mars’s soup. But, you ask, why would he want to kill Mars? He didn’t. He meant to kill me because I knew too much.”

I had a feeling Andrew intended to drag out his story for his own amusement so I rose and fetched his coffee after all.

“You know how they say the killer always revisits the scene of the crime? On Thanksgiving morning I went over to the hotel looking for Mom. She’d left Natasha’s house in a snit the night before and all. But in my new profession as a private detective, I stopped to check out the Washington Room where Simon was killed. There was yellow tape up but that never applies to those of us in the profession. And who did I see there? Craig, surreptitiously looking for something.”

I hadn’t expected to hear Craig named as a suspect. I thought for sure Andrew would point a finger at Natasha. “Have you told Wolf?”

He beamed with pride. “Give away my secrets? No way. I’ll reveal the killer when I’m ready. I’m so good at this. I can’t believe it’s taken me this many years to figure out that detective work is what I was meant to do.”

“Are you absolutely sure it was Craig?”

“Not a doubt in my mind. He wore running shoes and a big sweatshirt from Georgetown U.”

That cinched it for me. Craig left here to run and clearly ran over to the hotel for some reason. But there were major holes in Andrew’s theory. “Why did Craig kill Simon?”

“Because . . .” Andrew raised his index finger. “. . . I haven’t figured out that part yet.”

A major omission. “If Craig meant to kill you, and Mars was never a target, then why are you following Mars?”

“In case I’m wrong.”

Sounded like he had as much confidence in his theory as I did. Still, Craig’s behavior disturbed me. He washed the clothes he wore when Simon was killed and he went back to the scene of the crime the next morning.

Andrew sipped coffee so deep in thought that he paid no attention to the tinny ringing in his pocket.

“Andrew.” I tapped his knee. “Isn’t that your cell phone?”

“Oh!” He flipped it open. “Hi, dear.” He jumped up and placed his plate and mug on the counter. “Stay there but outside.” Panic registered in his voice. “I’ll be home in a jiffy.”

He snapped the phone shut. “Vicki went out for groceries and when she came home, the house had been ransacked!”

TWENTY-TWO

From “Ask Natasha” :

Dear Natasha,

My mother insists that a host should always provide a toothbrush for each overnight guest. Do I leave them in the bathroom in the package unopened? On their pillows? It all sounds sort of dime-store tacky. Should I provide toothpaste, too?

—Hopeless Hostess in Harrisonburg

Dear Hopeless Hostess,

A luxurious bathroom basket should await each of your guests. I roll fingertip towels and washcloths of long-staple Egyptian cotton and place them in the basket along with one new and unopened battery-operated toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. Gentlemen receive a tiny bottle of aftershave and ladies get perfume. Don’t forget a loofah and a personal bottle of scented shower gel. In the summer, it’s extremely thoughtful to add powder. I always include a magnolia-scented soy candle and a carved soap, both in my signature color of robin’s-egg blue, for guests to take home.

—Natasha

“Wait,” I said. “I’ll come with you.” Vicki could probably use someone to lean on.

I dashed to the den, poked my head in, and whispered to my parents, “Give my Ford’s Theatre ticket to June. I’ll fill you in later.” Without waiting for a response, I rushed to the front door to catch a ride with Andrew.

When we arrived at their house, Vicki sat on the stoop, the collar of her fleece jacket turned up against the wind. Andrew parked in haste and ran up the walk to the town house before I’d managed to remove my seat belt. By the time I reached them, Andrew held Vicki in a bear hug.

“Are you all right?” I asked.

Andrew released her and Vicki placed a hand on her chest. “My heart’s still pounding, otherwise I’m fine. How lucky that they’d left by the time I came home. At least I think they had. The cops are in there now and I imagine we’d have heard if they discovered anyone in the house.”

I followed them inside. The lovely dining and living rooms were a mess. Sofa cushions lay on the floor. Drawers hung open and shards of a lamp spread across the hardwood floor.

“Mrs. Winston?”

I turned out of habit, but Wolf meant Vicki.

“Can you tell if anything is missing?”

“I’m not sure. I haven’t been upstairs yet.”

“When we’re through fingerprinting, I’d like you to do a thorough inventory.”

“I assume your presence means you think this is related to the murders in some way,” I said.

Wolf pulled a pen from his breast pocket. “These days I respond to anything involving a Winston.”

He’d been so curt today that I wondered what was up. Had I done something to offend him? When we’d first met, he’d been sweet with Mochie. What happened to change his demeanor? I wished he would open up and tell me what he’d learned.

“Do you realize that Natasha and Mars are also staying here?” I asked.

The news startled Wolf. “Anyone else living here?”

While Vicki answered Wolf, Andrew pulled me aside and whispered, “Do you think it could have been Craig?”

“Sorry, but he’s touring museums with Hannah. I think she’d notice if he left her.”

Andrew snapped his fingers. “I may have to rethink my theory.”

No one had closed the front door, and when I turned around, Natasha stood in the doorway, her large eyes taking in the situation. Vicki spotted her and rushed to Natasha’s side to explain. Panic registered on Natasha’s face and she bolted for the stairs, but Wolf blocked her.

“Not yet. When the officers are finished, I’d appreciate knowing if anything is missing.”

Natasha backed away from him as though he’d threatened her.

Wordlessly, she tugged me outside. “Every time I think nothing could possibly get worse in my life, some horrible thing like this happens.”

Her shoulders slumped and I felt sorry for her. I was going through similar troubles, but at least I hadn’t lost my home and no one was stalking me.

“They’re going to use this opportunity to search our stuff, you know. No warrant needed.” She groaned.

I patted her shoulder and wondered what kind of stuff she had that worried her.

“Sophie, you have to help me. This situation with June is becoming serious and Mars closes his eyes to it. He refuses to see that she’s confused and needs help.”

Her statement caught me off guard. Considering the magnitude of Natasha’s other problems, I expected her to forget about June. In any event, I wasn’t going to let Natasha talk Mars into moving June to a nursing home.

“She’s behaved normally at my house.” Most people didn’t talk with the ghosts of their siblings, but I hoped Mom was right about that. Maybe a lot of people did it in private.