“I wanted to meet her, see if she really was pregnant. Kelly was all for it; she even sent me her ID so I could get an airline ticket under her name, because I didn’t want anyone knowing where I was going. I figured I’d be back the next day. I went to D.C., because I didn’t want to run the risk of anyone seeing me in Philly at the airport. Matthew picked me up here at McCarran, and we got to talking. He told me everything Kelly said was true. By the time we got to the hotel and met up with Kelly, I was so done with Chip.”
“What hotel?” I asked.
She shrugged. “We’ve been staying off the Strip.” She gave Matthew a sidelong look that told us what they’d been doing when they weren’t following me around.
Elise didn’t seem to have a problem jumping from one man to the next.
“Kelly went to Matt Powell’s room to try to talk him out of telling Chip about the baby,” Matthew said, taking over. “She ended up killing him while they were fighting about it. She said it was self-defense.”
“But she had a tattoo needle on her?” I asked.
Matthew sighed. “She had a case with her. She was going to give Elise her tattoo after she met with Matt. But when she realized Matt was dead, she figured she could protect Elise and me, and she gave him that tat.”
“How did he get to Chip’s suite, though? He wasn’t found there until the next day.”
Matthew nodded. “I moved him. Made it look like I was helping a drunk friend to his room, so anyone watching the cameras wouldn’t catch on.”
“And who had the brilliant idea of setting up Jeff Coleman?”
Matthew actually looked embarrassed. “Never liked the guy,” he admitted.
Well, who did? Except for Sylvia, of course. But that wasn’t a reason to frame a guy for murder. Two murders.
“I knew about that client of his,” Matthew continued. “And I knew he’d been in town. Kelly told me. She’d inked him, too. It was easy to arrange.” He looked apologetically at Simon. “I used Simon’s phone.”
“So you set Jeff up to be in that room, but instead of Jeff,
Elise gave Matthew a small smile before answering. “I told you; I wanted to surprise him. If I had Kelly do it, he’d know. But someone had seen me here, and then the cops were all over the place, and I couldn’t come back.”
Seemed reasonable. But one thing didn’t. “Why did you kidnap me today? Why didn’t you just tell me you were with Elise?” I asked Matthew.
“I was going to try to scare you into telling me where the diamond was.”
He’d scared me, all right, but he hadn’t had a chance for negotiations after I jumped out of the car.
“Who left me that drawing on my car?”
Elise and Matthew exchanged a look, both of them shrugging.
“You were sticking your nose in where you shouldn’t.” Chip, the peanut gallery, had spoken.
“Did Matt Powell show you that sketch I did for Elise?” I asked.
Chip made a face. “He wanted to prove to me that he wasn’t her lover. He showed it to me-out of loyalty, he said. I didn’t believe him. I mean, it said Matthew. What did he expect?”
Matt Powell had been playing all angles, it seemed. He knew about Kelly and her pregnancy, he knew about Elise and Matthew, he knew about Jeff Coleman. But what he’d known ended up being his own death sentence.
Matthew was still holding on to Chip’s shoulder. Chip was slumped over now, sort of like a rag doll, his eyes glazed and unblinking. Without waiting for an answer, I went into the staff room and found a roll of paper towels and brought it out, wadding some up and pressing them to Chip’s wound. He blinked at me a couple times.
“Don’t thank me or anything,” I said curtly, then looked at Matthew. “Take him to the couch and sit him down.”
Simon was still holding Elise, and gently I took her arm, nodding at Simon, who released her. I brought her into my room, shutting the door and sitting her in my chair, reclining it.
“What are you doing?” she asked through her tears.
I had to do something about the tat. It wasn’t done right, and she’d have trouble with it if I didn’t take care of it. I pulled on a pair of latex gloves and took a baby wipe, moving it across the ink. The blood smeared over her skin.
“I’m going to fix this up for you,” I said. “It’ll get infected if I don’t.”
She nodded and closed her eyes. “I saw him kill her,” she said softly.
My hand froze a second before I resumed wiping down the tat. “Is that why your driver’s license was found in the car? You were with her?” The tattoo was clean now, the outline a little rough. I slid a clean needle into my machine and dipped it in red ink.
She tensed when she heard the machine start.
“It’s okay, Elise. Trust me.”
She relaxed a little. “I was with her. Kelly was taking me to the airport. I was going to go home, tell everyone I wasn’t going to marry Chip, and that would be the end of it. I would go back and meet Matthew after I took care of everything.” She paused and gave me a sad smile. “Kelly wasn’t a very nice person. She told Chip we were going to be there. He showed up, but she didn’t realize that he would choose me over her, even though she was pregnant.
“When Chip told her he still wanted to marry me, she pulled a gun on him. He got it away from her, and I tried to stop him. I fell and cut myself. He threw me into the backseat, told me to stay there, but I didn’t. I heard the shot as I was running away. I called nine-one-one after I called Matthew to come get me.”
I filled in the heart with the red ink and drew a black arrow through it, turning the start of the “C” into feathers.
I heard a knock at the door, and Simon Chase stuck his head inside. For a second he didn’t say anything, just looked at my handiwork.
“It looks good,” he said. “Your brother’s here.”
That was fast.
“We’ll be out in a few minutes,” I said, and he closed the door after himself.
“Why didn’t you just come back for the diamond?” I asked Elise as I touched up the scraggly lines of the heart. “Why did Matthew have to break in?”
“He looked in the orchid first, but it wasn’t there. He thought you’d found it and put it somewhere else.”
It was the wrong orchid.
“He felt bad about hitting your friend.”
I wasn’t sure that was going to really comfort Ace, knowing Matthew “felt bad.”
“Why didn’t you just ask me for it?”
“We knew everyone thought Matt Powell was my lover. We didn’t want anyone to suspect about Matthew. We were going to just disappear.”
“With a two-million-dollar diamond,” I said flatly, wiping the tat and assessing the work. It wasn’t the best I’d ever done, but it was a satisfactory cover-up. I took a hand mirror off the shelf and handed it to Elise, who studied the heart.
She smiled shyly. “It’s nice,” she said, handing me back the mirror. “But I really did want Matthew’s name.”
I could remind her that she’d been engaged to Simon Chase once. That she’d been engaged to Chip. That love sometimes doesn’t last, but the devotion ink would.
I just nodded, wrapped the tat in Saran Wrap, and told her how to take care of it. She adjusted her bra and buttoned up the blouse as well as she could. The corner of the Saran Wrap peeked out from behind it.
Tim hadn’t waited for me. A paramedic was dressing Chip’s wound as Tim read him his rights. Matthew saw Elise and drew her to him, his big arms surrounding her. Simon Chase raised his eyebrows at me, and I nodded to indicate everything was all right.
But it wasn’t all right. Tim saw me, and looked up at Matthew.
“This was the guy who kidnapped you today, right?”
Description fit to a T. I thought about Jeff’s warning about Matthew, how he was “bad news.” So maybe he
