'I should do a reading for you.' Nina bounced a large pink ball while running in place. 'The tarot cards complement my psychic predictions,' she said. 'You really need a reading.'
'Maybe later.'
'I'll take one,' Bonnie said.
'I'll watch,' April said.
Nina smiled. 'Okay.'
Gretchen noticed a definite clearing of the air around Nina and April. Nina's new friendship with Britt had something to do with it. And Nina seemed grateful that April had helped rescue Gretchen and then cared for her after the blow to her head. April was doing her part by showing interest in Nina's tarot cards. Gretchen knew how hard that was for her.
April sweated over the shoulder press. 'What do you make of the miniature peanut butter jar?' she asked Gretchen. 'How does it fit in?'
Gretchen looked questioningly at her aunt, remembering the promise Nina had made to keep the jar's existence confidential. Nina's eyes shifted to Bonnie, who had originally shared the information with her. Bonnie grinned conspiratorially. 'I had to share a teensy bit of police work with my favorite group.' She held up her right hand and pressed two fingers together to show how minuscule her sharing really was. 'But remember, no talking outside our little circle.'
'Change stations now,' the programmed voice commanded, and everyone shifted to the next station in the circle.
'After all, you are my best friends.' Bonnie's arms swung to encompass all Curve's members working out, even two women who had signed up that very morning and had only introduced themselves moments before. Her 'best friends' nodded enthusiastically.
'That's right,' said Rita Phyller, the Barbie collector.
'That's right,' Ora, the Curves manager, echoed.
'We're buddies.'
'Does anyone have a theory about the jar?' April asked.
'I do. I do.' Bonnie shouted, waving her right hand like a kindergarten student. 'Charlie always thought her sister had been murdered. Matty is looking into it again.'
'Wouldn't that be something if Sara really had been murdered,' Rita said, shaking her head. 'Too bad Charlie's ticker gave out before the investigation was over.'
Gretchen glanced over at Nina. Other than law enforcement officials working the case, the true cause of Charlie's death should only be known to Gretchen, Caroline, and Nina. This was the moment that would tell her how reliable her aunt was.
No one said anything. Charlie's suspicious nicotine overdose was still under wraps.
Nina glared at Gretchen as though she knew that her niece hadn't trusted her, and Gretchen gave her an I'm-sorry look.
April huffed loudly and paused in her workout to rest. April had chased Gretchen and Ryan down the street yesterday. Today, she couldn't get through a ten-minute circuit, working slow.
'I think someone scared Charlie to death,' Bonnie said.
'Literally. Her heart gave out.'
'That's impossible,' Rita replied.
'No, it isn't,' April said. 'That son of hers was pretty scary-looking. His face could frighten a person enough to bring on a heart attack.'
'I wouldn't go that far,' Gretchen said. In spite of Ryan's grungy appearance, he had seemed young and frightened.
'I almost fainted from fear after looking into his eyes.'
April shivered. 'He's lost his grip on reality; that's obvious.'
'If Sara was murdered, I'd put him first on the list of suspects,' Ora said. 'Look how he hurt Gretchen.'
'What if Charlie was murdered, too?' Rita called out.
'That kid's a drug addict, you know,' Bonnie said.
'Crack cocaine, pot, booze, you name it. He's been in and out of rehab centers, and nothing works. What if he killed his mother in a fit of rage? Maybe she wouldn't give him money for more drugs, and he was strung out. An addict without drugs will do anything to get them, even if it means killing his own mother.'
'There wasn't any sign of a struggle,' Gretchen said before the exercise group got too carried away. 'And no marks on Charlie's body.'
'Does your detective son know about Charlie's son?'
Rita asked Bonnie.
'Of course, Matty's onto him like lint on Velcro.' Bonnie grimaced. 'That isn't a very good analogy.'
'Like toilet paper on a shoe?' Nina offered.
'Like a flea on a dog?' April said, laughing.
'I'm out of here,' Gretchen said, heading for the stretching area. Nina followed her over. 'I'm having breakfast with Britt.'
'Sounds good,' Gretchen said, bending at the waist and touching her toes while the inside of her head pounded on her skull. 'Don't worry about coming to the shop. Mom accomplished so much yesterday, we might wrap up the project today.'
'I'm your chief problem solver,' said Nina. 'I'll be there. After yesterday's excitement, I'm staying close by. Who knows what disaster will happen next?'
Matt Albright's unmarked blue Chevy passed Gretchen's car going the opposite way. The detective waved, not a friendly hello wave, but rather a trying-to-flag-you-down sort of wave. Gretchen recognized the hand gestures but ignored him. She gave him her best smile and wiggled her fingers as if to say toodle-oo.
Matt wasn't much of a team player. He worked alone and kept his progress to himself. He didn't take her seriously enough, so today she was following his example and working alone.
Gretchen turned onto Central Avenue, wondering what the detective was doing in this neighborhood. Central Avenue divided the city into two grids. Numbered streets ran north and south on the east side of Central. Numbered avenues lined the west side. Gretchen drove slowly up First Street, crossed Central, and cruised down First Avenue. Gretchen was looking for Nacho and Daisy, two destitute characters whom she'd become friends with. She had to find time to help out more at the homeless shelter, but life had been busy. Soon, though.
Nacho, an alcoholic who lived inside his mind most of the time, appeared to enjoy his life of freedom from the heavy responsibility imposed on others by what he thought of as a tyrannical society.
Daisy, a would-be actress, was always on the lookout for Hollywood talent scouts; and considered herself an honorary member of the Red Hat Society and dressed accordingly. Gretchen had tried to change the two derelicts with limited success. She'd opened her home to Daisy in hopes that a normal environment would improve her roving ways. Occasionally, Daisy stopped in for a bath and a soft bed. But then, to Gretchen's frustration, she would be gone again, back to the streets and her own circle of friends. Gretchen drove past Saint Anskar's soup kitchen without spotting them. The streets were quieter today than usual, less foot traffic, fewer homeless with all their possessions stuffed into plastic garbage bags or shopping carts. When she turned onto Central Avenue for one last look, she finally spotted Daisy, wearing her purple sundress and a red hat adorned with a large feather. The homeless woman was pushing a cart that brimmed with junk. 'Today's my lucky day,' she said with a big grin after Gretchen stepped out of the car. 'I can feel it in my bones and in my heart.'
Daisy's purple dress was crumpled, and her best hat showed signs of wear. Gretchen thought she saw a smidgen of pigeon droppings on the brim. Daisy's secondhand sandals exposed dirty feet.
'It's time to take a break from the street,' Gretchen said.
'Why don't you come home with me for a few days and get some rest?'
Daisy shook her head. 'Not today. I'd miss an important opportunity to break in to the biz. I'm trying out for a part at Orpheum Theatre.'
Gretchen hid her frustration. 'Where are all your friends?' She didn't see any of Daisy's usual acquaintances. Even the pigeon-feeding ladies were missing from their designated bench.
'On vacation. I stayed behind for the audition.'
