Felix Howard, which I certainly don’t mean to belittle by what I’m about to say, these have been the most respectful and delicate thieves I’ve ever seen.”
Millay and Olivia exchanged curious glances. By the time they turned their focus back to Rawlings, he was staring directly at them. “See you in twenty minutes.” He studied the phone for a moment and then released a heavy sigh. Olivia wondered what emotion had been released into the air through the chief’s exhalation.
“There’s been another robbery,” he announced as he stepped back into the room. “I’ve got to drive to Beaufort County and meet their officers at the scene.”
Laurel swallowed and covered her mouth with her hand. “There wasn’t another—”
“No. The family entered a boat in the Cardboard Regatta so they were here in town all day. They only returned home about forty-five minutes ago.”
Millay picked a piece of pepperoni from her pizza and folded it in half between her fingers. “What’s with the dolls?”
Collecting his car keys and a can of Coke from the kitchen table, Rawlings paused. “This isn’t to be discussed beyond this room, but this family had an antique doll collection. The thieves smashed in the faces, probably using a hammer. One was left intact, but the mouth was drilled wider and a silver spoon was inserted into the opening.”
Everyone immediately fixated on the reference to the silver spoon. Millay and Olivia began to speak, but Harris shouted louder than both women. “Born with a silver spoon in one’s mouth!” He grimaced. “Man, that is a creepy thing to do. To the dolls, I mean. Leaving cliches are one thing, but the dolls are like little people.”
“They
The chief put his hands on his hips and stared down at the writers. “I’m only mentioning this detail because I want you to think about the significance of these messages. My men and I have been researching the cliches and what connections are shared among the families, but nothing these folks have in common has led us to a suspect yet.”
Millay responded quickly. “We’ll do what we can, Chief. I’ll introduce the subject of the thefts at work and listen as the gossip spreads around the bar. If the Fish Nets crew repeats anything useful, I’ll let you know.”
“Can the rest of us do anything specific?” Harris inquired.
Rawlings shrugged and reached out for the doorknob. “I really don’t know. I’ve had men calling pawnshops and auction galleries up and down the East Coast looking for the missing artwork and we’ve had no luck. Unless you know of a black market for electronics, I’m not sure what you can do.”
“We can focus on the cliches,” Olivia answered. “These families have been chosen for a reason. They’re well off so they’re profitable targets, but I think there’s something personal about these crimes too.”
Laurel cocked her head and considered what Olivia had said. “I agree, but I’m not sure why. I think what they did to the dolls shows that they’re angry.”
“Perhaps the four of you could write down some theories. I value your opinions. I need to go.” Rawlings gestured at a manila folder on the table. “That’s my first chapter, not just ten copies of page one. If you’re willing to give me another chance, I’d welcome your critiques at our next meeting.”
“Of course we are!” Laurel smiled at him tenderly. “Chief, I’m going to interview April Howard tomorrow. If she thinks of anything she forgot to mention, I’ll be sure to pass it along to you.”
Rawlings thanked her and then left. Millay followed shortly afterward, saying that she had a few errands to run before her shift. Laurel and Olivia congratulated Harris again on his victory and headed out as well, both more somber than they had been upon first entering the apartment. Even Haviland exited the apartment without a spring to his step.
“I’m coming with you tomorrow,” Olivia told Laurel as she let Haviland into the Range Rover.
“Good,” Laurel answered and drove away.
Olivia felt restless, but didn’t want to spend the afternoon wandering up and down the beach near her house. She felt compelled to sit amid a group of strangers, to listen to their murmurs without being a part of the conversation and to silently observe their mannerisms as if the smallest action or expression might reveal the motives of the thieves.
Without thinking much about it, Olivia found herself searching for a parking spot in front of Through the Wardrobe
Flynn kept a close eye on the comings and goings of his customers and it wasn’t long before he appeared at Olivia’s side. “Can I tell you how much I love the Cardboard Regatta?” He spoke in a hushed voice. “I was all ready to settle down for months of tedium and an empty bank account. I had visions of six months of meals consisting of raw spaghetti and water.”
Laughing, Olivia gestured at the dozen people waiting to pay for books. “You could probably treat yourself to at least one steak this winter.” She led him to a relatively private nook between two massive wardrobes.
Flynn took her elbow and growled. “What are we doing back here? Something naughty, I hope.”
Olivia scowled. “You called and asked for my help. Here I am.”
“I managed on my own, thank you very much, but I
“In the car. I decided there’d be too many tourists with little kids in here. Haviland doesn’t appreciate too much uninvited petting.”
Flynn pretended to be appalled. “Well, who would? Come into the storeroom. I can attempt some uninvited touching with you in private.”
Ignoring his playful leer, Olivia followed Flynn through the noisy children’s section and into the back room where extra books were stored. Flynn opened the door with caution, hurried Olivia through, and then shut it quickly behind him.
“Let’s see if they’re in bed,” he said sotto voce.
Olivia immediately detected an animal scent. There was a faint odor of urine and canned food that hadn’t been present in the storeroom before.
Flynn took her hand and tiptoed to a small basket filled with shredded newspaper and a cotton dishtowel. Two kittens were arranged in a tight circle of fur inside the basket. Both were sleeping soundly.
“Where did they come from?” Olivia whispered.
Flynn touched the orange kitten gently, caressing the soft fur behind the ears. The kitten shifted in its sleep and began to purr but did not open its eyes. “They showed up at my house after the hurricane, wet, shivering, and starving. I had no idea what to do. I tried giving them milk from a bowl and finally from an eyedropper. Nothing worked. I thought they were goners.”
“Did you call the vet?”
Flynn nodded. “In the middle of the damned night! I told myself that these little guys were just worn out and would eat when they felt like it, but they became listless as the hours passed. I didn’t want to wake you, so I called the emergency number and Diane got right back to me.”
“She’s an excellent veterinarian,” Olivia said, feeling a pang of guilt that she hadn’t responded to Flynn’s call.
“I have no experience with animals and I had no idea vets made house calls. Diane came to my place after midnight, examined the kittens, and took them to her office. She said they were severely dehydrated.” He rubbed his brow, his anxiety over the tiny animals evident in his eyes. “I picked them up the next day. I checked on them every five minutes like some crazed new mother and even fed them organic baby food. Do you have any idea how foul lamb is when rendered into a gray, pudding-like substance?”
Olivia laughed. “No, thank God. So now two cats own you. And what are their names?”
“They have none as of this point. I thought I’d run a contest for my younger customers. Let them come up with a pair of creative names.”
“Just don’t pick something too cutesy. Eventually these two will grow into dignified felines and their names need to mature along with them,” Olivia stated seriously.
Flynn feigned offense. “I wasn’t going to call them Mopsy and Wubzy. Give me a little credit, lady.” He placed a proprietary hand on the gray kitten’s back. “I invited Diane to dinner as a apology for dragging her out of bed. I wanted to tell you, just in case you read it in the Oyster Bay gossip column and became wildly jealous.”
