“In here!” Melody shouted over her shoulder.
“I have coffee. Oh, hi Max.” Melody’s sister sidestepped Max and offered Melody a carryout cup from the shop up the street called Java Train. “Looks like you’re making headway.” Lola was dressed in cuffed jeans and a bright print top that showed off the tattoos on her arms. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her head wrapped in a vintage orange scarf. You knew she was an artist the moment you saw her.
“The boxes are for Goodwill,” Melody said. “The trash bags-well, trash.”
Lola didn’t say it, but Melody sensed that her sister was relieved that this day had finally come. It was a concern that had gone unspoken among the whole family. They worried that Melody might never move on, might never be able to let go of David, even a little. Now the sisters chatted a while, drank their coffee, petted Max, then got down to business.
“Everything on the top shelf can stay.” Melody pointed. “I’ve already gone through it.”
“Is that David’s old laptop?” Lola pointed.
Melody nodded. She was an Apple girl, and the laptop was a Dell. More of a business model.
“Can I borrow it?” Lola asked. “Mine is in for repair, and it looks like it might be a while. They had to order a part.”
Melody reached up and retrieved the computer. “Go ahead.” She handed it to Lola. “You’ll have to charge it. It hasn’t been turned on since David died.”
The front door slammed again, and a male voice shouted, “Anybody home?”
Lola looked guilty. “I told him we were getting rid of some things, and he wanted to help.”
Their dad appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. Ben looked rugged and handsome with his wavy, graying hair, patched jeans, and leather sandals. They were a crew of bohemians, and unbelievably Melody was the most conservative of the bunch.
“I have the band’s van,” Ben said. “We can fill it up and I’ll take everything to wherever you want it to go.” He gave Melody a hug. He smelled like incense and secondhand smoke.
“Don’t you have a gig tonight?” she asked.
“We don’t load in until late afternoon. Either of you girls coming? You might like the opening band.”
It had been a while since Melody had gone to one of her dad’s shows. He was in several bands, and sometimes it was hard to keep up. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen him play since David’s death. “I might do that.”
Once the purge was in motion, things moved quickly and in a matter of two hours the van was full.
That’s when Joe showed up.
As soon as he entered the house, it was easy to see he wanted to turn around and run. “I didn’t mean to intrude,” he said, managing to pull himself together after unintentionally stepping into what was obviously a family gathering. “I stopped to see how Max was doing.”
Introductions were made. Of course father and sister were curious about Melody’s new guy, but that curiosity seemed to go especially deep for Ben who couldn’t quit staring at Joe. He finally broke down and said: “You look really familiar. Have we met somewhere?”
Joe shifted uneasily. “Not that I can recall.”
“Are you in a band?”
“No.”
“Dad’s a musician,” Melody explained. “Maybe he saw you at a show.”
Melody was once again reminded that she knew very little about Joe, not even what kind of music he listened to, if any. If he like country, the bad kind of country… Wow. That would be tough.
Joe left as soon as he possibly could without coming across as rude. Hands on his hips, Ben watched the younger man’s departure through the living room window. “I’ve seen him before.”
A feeling of unease crept through Melody.
Outside a car door slammed, an engine turned over, and Joe pulled away from the curb and roared down the street.
“Remember Chris, my old bandmate?” Ben turned around. “The one whose kid got tangled up with the gang that was busted for illegal firearms? I’m pretty sure your buddy Joe was involved in that somehow. He was hanging around some of those seedy people.”
Melody’s first reaction was one of disbelief. But then she started thinking about the very things that had been bugging her about Joe. If what her dad said was true, it would explain a lot. Why Joe never talked about himself. Why she’d never gone to his place. Maybe he was a drug dealer. Maybe he was dealing out of his house.
From the kitchen, water stopped splashing in the sink. A moment later Lola appeared, drying her hand on a white towel with pink cats. Her gaze shifted from Ben to Melody. “What’s this about Joe?”
“I thought he was just a nice guy who worked at a shelter.” Melody rubbed her forehead, trying to clear the muddle there. Joe. Was his name really Joe?
“Sorry to drop a bombshell like this, then leave,” Ben said. “But I’ve got to get home in time to load equipment.” He gave both of his daughters a quick kiss on the cheek, then took off, the screen door slamming behind him.
In the silence left by his departure, Lola draped the cat towel over her shoulder, put an arm around her sister, and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “Just remember that this information is coming from the guy who once sat next to a woman he didn’t even know, thinking it was Mom.”
Lola was right. It wasn’t that their dad couldn’t see well, but he always had his head in the clouds, thinking about a song he was writing or an upcoming gig.
Lola plopped down in the red chair with the ruffle skirt. Max’s chair. “But what if Dad is right? And, what if Joe is involved in something shady? Illegal?”
Deep in thought, Melody frowned and pressed a finger to her lips. She nodded.
Melody picked up Max and gave him a good massage. “I wish you could talk. Has Joe been trying to sell you catnip?” She was kidding. Kind of.
“We could spy on Joe.” Lola wrapped an arm around her knee and pulled her foot close. “Turn the tables on him. That would be fun.”
Spying went completely against Melody’s nature, but in this case… “Maybe Max should decide. What do you think, Max?” Melody lifted Max above her head. “Should we spy on Joe?”
Max meowed in what seemed like agreement. Or maybe he just wanted down.
Lola clasped her hands under her chin, her expression decidedly wicked. “Max has spoken.”
Chapter 9
The spy gig didn’t happen right away. First of all, Melody had to figure out where Joe lived. That required following him home one night. Turned out he lived in Midway, an area not all that far from her house. After that, there was a lot of discussion between the two sisters about a time and date for the spy gig. Max would lie in bed with Melody while she talked on the phone to Lola. Lola’s voice came out of the phone, so Max could hear both sides of the conversation.
“How can this be so hard?” Melody said, absentmindedly rubbing Max’s head. “When you work nights, it’s kind of tough to be a spy.”
“Why do we have to do it at night?” Lola said.
“We’re not going to catch him doing anything during daylight hours.”
Lola ended up having a three-hour window between her day job of waiting tables, and her evening job of deejaying at the Turf Club. They decided they would go straight from the library as soon as Melody got off for the evening. “I’ll have to bring Max,” she said.
“You can’t bring a cat to a stakeout.”
“It’s story night at the library,” Melody explained. “Max has become the star of story night. He won’t cause any trouble, will you Max?” She looked at him.
He wanted to say that she knew damn well he hated riding in the car, and she knew damn well he hated story night, but they would be going to Joe’s house, so that was okay. He’d always wanted to see Joe’s house.
