be very pretty, with her wavy dark hair, symmetrical features and angular face. All it would take was a little eyebrow shaping, maybe a stylish haircut and a little makeup and something more flattering than loose-fitting jeans and a sweatshirt.
“I wanted to make sure you were all right.” I vaguely waved toward the street to imply all the activity of the morning. “What happened?” I said, touching her arm in a supportive gesture. I felt funny about coming out and asking her directly about Bradley’s disappearance. Her brown eyes filled with water and she quickly blinked back her tears and glanced inside.
“Where are my manners? Come in,” she said, stepping away to clear the entrance for us. We followed her into the living room and I expected her to start talking about Bradley, but instead she told us to sit and offered us tea. Nothing in the room gave a hint that anything was wrong. There was a serene quality to the sofa and chairs covered in fabric the color of unbleached muslin. I liked the paver tile floor with the Indian throw rugs. A large window looked out on the nicely landscaped backyard.
“It’s some special soothing tea I picked up today. Nicholas recommended it.” We declined, but she went to the kitchen to pick up her cup. Dinah and I immediately looked at each other. Nicholas Hartman was the proprietor of a lifestyle store that was next to the bookstore. It had everything from unusual clothes and decorator items for the house to spices, teas and coffees. If there was one thing everything had in common, it was each item was stylish and unusual. I knew what Dinah was thinking. What was Emily doing shopping when her husband was missing? I sat down on the couch but realized I’d sat on something. It turned out to be a cloth doll that no doubt belonged to one of Emily’s girls. I went to set it on the bleached-wood table, but Dinah surprised me by picking it up. Generally she wasn’t that much of a toy person. She commented on how, with the skirt and head wrap, it looked like it came from some island.
“More like an imitation island,” I said, pointing to a tag on the doll’s foot that said
She slipped into a low easy chair, sniffed the tea and then took a sip. “The tea is called When the Going Gets Tough. Nicholas said it’s some kind of cure-all. I hope he’s right. I certainly need something to help me.” Dinah and I nodded with understanding expressions but said nothing.
She turned to me. “I don’t know if the officers told you, but Bradley has gone missing.” She sat back and held on to the teacup, taking small sips.
“They might have mentioned something about it,” I said.
“He went to the office yesterday like always. When he didn’t show up at dinnertime, I called his cell phone and got his voice mail. I tried the office and just got voice mail there, too, since it was after hours. I kept thinking he’d show up, but he didn’t. When he wasn’t home by this morning, I called the police. I was much more worried before they came.” She explained that one of the officers actually knew Bradley. “His daughter is on the girls’ soccer team that Bradley coaches. He asked me a bunch of questions. Mostly he wanted to know if we’d been fighting.” She sighed. “I wouldn’t call it fighting exactly. You know what a nice guy Bradley is. Well, all of a sudden he seemed upset about everything. He fussed that the girls were making too much noise, he didn’t like what I’d made for dinner. I can understand him being upset that his watch wasn’t ready. It’s the only thing he has left from his father. I forgot to take it in to be serviced until a couple of days ago. But to be upset about the afghan his sister gave us.” Her gaze stopped on me. “That’s the one I lent you. You said you wanted to figure out how it was made.” She waited until I nodded with recognition before continuing. “When he made a fuss about me lending it out, that’s when I knew he was upset about something else. If he cared so much about it, why keep it shoved away in a drawer? He probably only noticed it was missing because he was pulling out Christmas decorations.”
The phone ringing cut into our conversation. She got up to answer it and came back a moment later, looking upset.
“Bad news?” I prodded.
“It’s hard to keep covering for Bradley. You and the police are the only people who know the truth. The story I’ve given everyone else is that he had a last-minute business trip.”
I got her back to talking about what the police officer had told her. “He said Bradley probably just went somewhere to cool off. He seemed sure that Brad would come back in a day or so. Of course, in the middle of it all the gas meter reader mentioned the smell at your house.” She looked at me intently. “There wasn’t really a body at your place, was there?”
I told her the real identity of the corpses and she rocked her head in sympathy. “And you ended up with your front door broken again. What a shame.”
Suddenly we all looked at our watches. I had to get to work, Emily had to pick up her daughters from school, and Dinah had to get home.
Emily thanked us for coming over and we all stood up.
“Do you want the afghan back?” I offered. I certainly didn’t want to be caught in the middle of their problems. I’d seen it when I came over with a package I’d taken in for them. Emily was cleaning out drawers and had left it sitting on the dining room table. I’d been enchanted with it at first glance. She, on the other hand, had no use for the green afghan with the scattered flowers. It reminded me of a meadow, but all she said was that it didn’t go with their decor. I explained it was crocheted and asked if I could take it home to examine out how it had been made. When I couldn’t figure out how the three-dimensional flowers were done, I had passed it on to Adele to figure out. I was going to tell Emily that Adele had it, but I realized she didn’t care.
She shook her head and her mouth was set in anger. “I’m sure he could care less about it. He was just upset with everything I did. You said you wanted to figure out the pattern. Keep it until you’re done and then give it to some charity. I never liked it, and after the way Bradley acted about it, I don’t ever want to see it again.”
As she walked us to the door, Emily gritted her teeth. “At first I was worried about Bradley being gone—that something might have happened to him. Now, I’m just angry. How childish to run off because we had a fight. Why couldn’t he just have told me straight out what was bothering him?”
I only had a shrug for an answer. I told her to let me know if I could do anything. For a second her anger returned to worry. “I know the officer said just to be patient and let Bradley show up on his own, but it would be great if you could find him.”
“Branching off into locating missing persons?” Dinah asked as we crossed the lawn toward my place.
“All I said was that I would keep it in mind.” A thought occurred to me and I stopped just before we got to my driveway.
“Don’t you think it’s odd that she told me to give away Bradley’s afghan. It’s as if she knows he’s not coming back.”
“And maybe she just reported him missing as a cover-up,” Dinah said.
“And asking me to look for him is some kind of setup,” I said, my voice rising in excitement. Then we both looked at each other and rolled our eyes. “Or maybe he really did just take off and we have crime on the brain.”
We finally got to the greenmobile and I drove Dinah back to her car and then went on to the bookstore. It was only when I was walking into Shedd & Royal that I realized Dinah had never told me her news.
CHAPTER 2
WALKING INTO SHEDD & ROYAL BOOKS AND More was like going to my second home. The smell of books and coffee was comforting. Riding over the top was the scent of something chocolate, and I guessed Bob, our main barista and cookie baker, must have just taken some cookies out of the oven. As I crossed the front of the store, I looked in the cafe. A plate of brownies was sitting on the counter and the scent had drawn in some customers. One of the other counter people was waiting on them, while Bob sat at a table with his computer open. Whenever he had a break, he pulled out the computer and worked on his screenplay. He was secretive about the story. All any of us knew was that it was some kind of science-fiction piece. I stopped by Mrs. Shedd’s office. She used to come in to do her work mostly when the bookstore was closed. But lately she’d been spending more and more time there when the store was open. And now that it was our busiest time of year, it was all hands on deck. Particularly since Adele and I had been gone for two days, checking out the yarn store in San Diego. I laughed at the framed poster on the wall. It said
