Mom said he had been invited, so why was he walking in the opposite direction when I saw him? I'd really like to ask him a few questions.'

'Let's finish here first,' Nina suggested.

Twenty minutes later, they had completed the room boxes. Gretchen looked at the finished scenes: a Victorian bedroom and sitting room, a man's dressing room and bedroom, an orchard near a church, and a dilapidated backyard. How did the tiny peanut butter jar found under Charlie's body fit in? Gretchen glanced over at the fifth room box, at its hasty construction. She wondered how it would have fit in with the others. If only Charlie had had time to finish it.

After taking pictures with her cell phone of the completed settings, Gretchen tucked Nimrod into her purse. Nina had her hands full with Tutu and her current client, Enrico. Enrico watched the action suspiciously from his Mexican tapestry purse, ready to defend himself from the entire world if necessary. Short-dog syndrome, Gretchen thought. Like short-man syndrome. A Napoleon complex. Not that Matt had that problem, although he wasn't very tall. Gretchen, at five eight, could look right into his dark and stormy eyes without tilting her head much at all. Why was she thinking about him? Geez. Get over it. Did every thought have to lead back to the detective? Did it?

'I'll drive,' crash-prone April announced.

'I'll drive,' Nina said immediately.

'Let's go with Nina,' Gretchen said. No one in their right mind would drive with Fender Bender Mama. Nina darted through traffic in her red vintage Impala. She'd had the chrome polished recently, and it glistened in the warm Arizona sun.

Gretchen found herself wedged into the backseat with the canines. Between the three dogs, they'd managed to streak and smudge both back passenger windows. Gretchen's clothes were covered in dog hair.

She had given up on keeping the dogs from racing across her lap. Any minute now she expected Enrico to lunge for her throat. He stared at her with his beady little eyes, waiting for her to make a wrong move.

Why am I the one in the backseat?

April glanced back. 'Sorry,' she said to Gretchen. 'But I really don't fit back there. Maybe in a day or two when I lose more weight.'

'No problem,' Gretchen said, not meaning it.

'I think we could solve this case,' April said. 'Break it wide open. Let's do a little digging and see what happens.'

'We're the Mod Squad,' Nina said, veering around a slow car ahead of them.

Gretchen slid sideways. Enrico snarled.

'Charlie's Angels,' April said.

'Without Charlie,' Gretchen joined in.

'Detective Matt Albright can be Charlie,' Nina said.

'No,' Gretchen said. 'He can't.' She saw Nina and April give each other a glance.

Nina checked her rearview mirror. 'Oh, no,' she said, slowing down.

'Yikes,' April said, glancing in her side mirror. Nina changed to the right lane and came to a stop along the curb. Gretchen looked back and saw a Phoenix squad car pull in behind them. 'Were you speeding?' she asked Nina. Nina shrugged. 'I wasn't paying attention.' She shuffled through her purse, rolled down her window, and stuck her driver's license out.

The cop bent down and studied each of them through Nina's window. All three dogs watched out the back driver's side window. Enrico growled. The cop shot him a nononsense look. 'Do you know why I stopped you?' he said to Nina.

'I'm not sure, but I know I wasn't speeding,' Nina said, smiling her widest and brightest. 'I can see an orange aura surrounding you, Officer.' Nina used a long, polished nail to draw a circle in the air around his torso. 'That means you're confused. This is all a misunderstanding.'

The officer frowned. 'I need your identification, too.'

He looked right at Gretchen.

'As you can see, I wasn't driving. I'm in the backseat. Why do you need mine?'

'Hand it over.'

Gretchen did as he asked. He stared at her for a minute, then studied her license. 'Yours, too,' he said to April.

'I'm calling my attorney,' April replied.

'Call whoever you want,' he said. 'After you show me some identification.'

'I don't have any,' April said.

'Wait here,' he said.

'Auras don't lie,' Nina called out the window. 'You'll see.'

'What are you doing?' April said to Nina. 'Stop with that mumbo jumbo, or he'll lock us away.'

'Or worse,' Gretchen said. 'He'll think you're drunk.'

'Should we tell him we're undercover?' April said.

'Charlie's Angels don't get tickets.'

Nina tittered, and that started April off. Hee-hee. Hawhaw.

'This isn't funny,' Gretchen said. 'Why did he want my license?'

'And what's this attorney thing?' Nina said to April.

'You don't have a lawyer.'

'I wanted to intimidate him.'

'Shhh, here he comes.'

'Your brake light isn't working,' he said. 'Step out of the car, please. You, too.' He looked at Gretchen.

'How about me?' April said. 'Should I come?'

'Yes, ma'am. And take the dogs with you, especially that one.' He looked at Enrico. 'Leave your purses where they are.'

Another squad car with lights flashing and siren wailing pulled in ahead of Nina's Impala. The women stepped out, Gretchen carrying Nimrod and Nina clutching Tutu and Enrico. April had her cell phone pressed to her ear before the car doors slammed shut. Another squad car arrived.

'This isn't good,' Gretchen said. 'Something's seriously wrong.'

April gave someone on the phone their location.

'Hurry,' she said before hanging up.

'Come with me,' the first Phoenix police officer said. He walked them to his car and opened the back door.

'You can wait in here.'

They crawled in, first Gretchen, then April. Nina squeezed in. The cop slammed the door and walked away. Gretchen tried to open the door on her side. 'It's locked,' she said, although she already knew that.

'We're trapped,' Nina said, holding Tutu and Enrico on her lap.

'We weren't going to make a run for it, anyway,' April said. 'This is unnecessary brutality. Look! They've left the windows open an inch. How nice. They're treating us like animals.'

'Who did you call?' Gretchen asked.

'You'll see.'

Gretchen fought against a wave of claustrophobia. The women looked through the cage separating the front from the back of the squad car and watched what was happening. Two officers were searching Nina's car. They opened the trunk, moved seats, checked the glove compartment, the engine. Another went through their purses, examining each item. Nina's bag interested the officer the most. He pulled out several wee-wee pads that she carried for doggy potty stops and began ripping them apart, studying the contents.

'What in the world. .,' Nina said from the far side of April.

One of them slid under the Chevy.

'What on earth are they doing?' Nina said, no longer kidding around.

'Searching for something,' Gretchen said. 'They aren't going to find anything, are they, Nina?'

'Other than a lot of dog paraphernalia? No.'

'I don't think that's the kind of paraphernalia they're looking for,' Gretchen said.

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