Ginnys right in front of an oblivious Nina.
'I didn't know the Ginnys were here.'
Duanne shrugged. 'It doesn't matter anymore. I have them now.' His face darkened. 'It was that derelict sitting on the curb. He made off with them when I wasn't looking.'
Duanne began to empty the box, throwing the dolls onto the floor.
Gretchen cringed at his harsh handling of them and was glad that each came in its own small box. Hopefully the damage would be minimal.
She must be a certified nutcase or a full-fledged rabid doll collector to be thinking of doll preservation at a time like this.
He dug down to the bottom of the cardboard box and extracted a small white rectangular box, quite different from the others.
Gretchen intuitively knew what was inside.
Duanne rubbed the white box lovingly between his hands.
'This whole thing has been a series of missteps,' he said. 'One mistake after another. But this…' He held up the box. 'This is what it was all about.'
He opened the box and removed a Blunderboo Kewpie doll. The genuine article, Gretchen noticed. Not one of Chiggy's reproductions, but a fine example of Rosie O'Neill's early work.
Blunderboo, always the clumsy, tumbling, laughing Kewpie.
Duanne rummaged through the doll tools on the workbench, almost stepping on Gretchen in his rush. She heard the doll break open.
The room was silent while Duanne looked over his treasure. Then Gretchen's cell phone rang.
She stabbed at the key pad, blindly searching for the one that would connect the call. The ringing stopped when Duanne kicked her hands.
The pain was excruciating, and she struggled not to cry out as the phone skidded across the room and hit the wall. Gretchen let out a frustrated gasp and closed her fingers together, ignoring the throbbing.
'You stupid…' Duanne backed away from the table and glared at her. The top of Blunderboo's head was missing, and, by the tender way he held the doll, Gretchen knew he had found what he was looking for.
'Diamonds?' she asked. 'Did you find diamonds?'
He held up a large, sparkling stone. 'The finest there is. My cousin Percy would be alive today if he had shared with me. Instead, he was greedy. Too greedy for his own good.'
'You killed Percy, and then you killed Brett and Ronny?'
'Couldn't be helped, now could it?' He fondled the diamond and returned it to the Kewpie. 'People are exceedingly stupid.'
'You make it sound like they deserved to die.' Gretchen stared at Duanne, searching for any sign of compassion, but finding cold, lifeless eyes staring back at her instead.
'If Chiggy had given the Kewpie up… but no, the sentimental fool insisted it was the last gift she'd ever receive from her brother. She even tried to trick me with those ridiculous Kewpie reproductions. But I knew what she really had.'
'Ronny Beam was writing a story,' Gretchen said, all the time working her fingers through the nylon that bound her hands. Her captor was insane.
'Ronny Beam was a parasite. Too bad his newest fantasy was a little too close to the truth.'
Nimrod chose that moment to forget his 'hide' command, and he bolted out of the purse and ran to Gretchen.
Duanne's face registered cunning. 'Ah, the mutt with multiple lives. I had forgotten all about you. Did you like the scorpion?'
'Why would you try to harm a little dog?'
'You stole what was mine.'
'This is so ridiculous,' Gretchen blurted. 'Take the diamonds and go. Leave us alone.'
Duanne grinned. 'You have to pay for what you've done. Let's start with the dog.'
He came toward her, and she knew he was going to reach down and grab Nimrod.
Gretchen could have killed him with her bare hands if they were free. She struggled to loosen the string wound around her legs to give him a good solid kick, but all the mental strength in the world couldn't budge the cords.
'Nimrod,' she called loudly as Duanne bent over to pick him up, keeping her voice as firm as she could, hiding the fear. 'Nimrod, parade!'
The tiny dog turned abruptly and bolted for the kitchen doggie door, his toenails making clicking sounds on the tile floor. He skidded around the corner, and Gretchen heard the sound of the doggie door flapping open. Duanne was right behind him. Then Gretchen heard Nimrod barking sharply as he raced around the perimeter of the fence, as Nina had taught him to do. The kitchen door slammed.
Alone in the workshop, Gretchen struggled to break free, using the resources she had learned in her doll repair business. Didn't she work with restringing cord all day long? Untangling and unknotting should be second nature to her. Her agile fingers worked on the tiniest of knots every day.
She felt the binding loosen slightly. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the task, working without sight and at an awkward angle.
Nimrod stopped barking just as her hands came free. She pulled herself up to the worktable, grabbed a pair of scissors, and cut the cord binding her legs.
Her eyes fell on the headless Kewpie with the hidden treasure of diamonds. In his haste, Duanne had left it behind. She grabbed it and raced out the door.
Duanne had Nimrod backed into a corner of the privacy fence on the far side of the pool. Nimrod was growling, and his tiny teeth were bared. Duanne heard her coming and turned.
She raced directly at him and threw the Kewpie toward the pool. His eyes left her, and he watched it fly, diamonds exploding in the air and dropping like scattered pebbles into the blue water.
His momentary distraction gave her the seconds she needed, and she lunged onto his back, wrapping her arm around his neck, tightening as she searched for a tender spot on his neck, hoping to shut down his air flow.
Duanne bucked like a bronco, and Gretchen knew it was only a matter of moments before he found the gun in his pocket and used it.
She squeezed hard and held on.
Gretchen felt him pitch sideways and lose his footing. They were falling backward. Water closed in around her as they sank into the pool.
She instinctively let go and kicked away from him, and they each came up sputtering.
Nimrod leapt from the edge of the pool and swam toward her. Duanne turned to her with a menacing grimace, but before he could say or do anything, a voice called out from behind them.
'Look at that,' Howie Howard said in his big Texan accent. 'We were worried about her, and all along she's having a pool party.'
'Nobody invited me,' April said.
'Me, either,' Nina added.
But Matt Albright, Gretchen was relieved to see, had a steady bead on Duanne.
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'I got your message,' Howie said after Matt escorted Duanne to the nearest squad car and deposited him in the backseat. 'Didn't know anything about a service going on for Brett. The whole thing smelled of ripe road kill to me, so when the detective came over to ask me some more questions, I mentioned it to him.'
'We came here,' Matt said. 'But you weren't home. I knew about the party going on for the Boston group and went over there looking for you.'
'I helped out, too,' April said. 'I told him the service was over on MacDowell.'
'Right then,' Matt said, 'we knew something was really wrong. That's a rough neighborhood. So I called your
