Dolly Departed

Matt nodded. 'I need to know how soon I can question him. He's an important link.' Or the final link. She saw it in his eyes, even though he didn't say it. Ryan didn't have much hope of walking out of the hospital if or when he recovered. Steel bars and prison guards were in his future.

'I'll follow you,' Gretchen said, swinging into her car. What about her vow to follow the sun and forget about murder and mayhem? She'd start tomorrow. Right now, she wanted to make sure Ryan would survive.

All the way to the hospital, she tried to figure out how Matt knew where she was and what she had been doing. Earlier in the evening, he was at the rodeo with another woman, so he must be off duty. Why roam around Phoenix this late when you could be. .? Gretchen didn't want to think about what he could be doing with the other woman. Matt couldn't have been following her, or she would have known sooner. He would have tracked her into Nacho's home or revealed himself when she and Daisy left with the sick man. She was absolutely sure Matt hadn't been near her car when she wheeled Ryan along the street. Someone must have told him where she was. But who?

She hadn't confided in Nina. She wouldn't have approved of her plan to wander alone in a questionable area of the city at night. She would have tried to talk her out of it or would have insisted on going along. She hadn't mentioned it to April after she recovered from her frightening clown incident. Daisy must have known Gretchen would come looking for her, but the homeless woman wasn't exactly friendly with the local police force. She never would have talked to the detective.

Had Matt been driving around looking for her? If it wasn't so late, she'd call home and ask her mother if he'd been inquiring about her. Wait a minute. Why should she care? She didn't need or want another womanizer in her life. Gretchen liked to think she learned from past mistakes. It might have taken her seven long years to catch on to a cheating boyfriend, but when she finally did figure it out, she corrected the situation and moved on. She'd never waste her time again in a one-sided relationship. Men! They were their own brand of poison. Yet she couldn't help reflecting on Matt's buff bod as she trailed him into the hospital. And all the rest: thick wavy hair, darkly brooding eyes, and an intelligence behind them that fascinated her. Too bad.

She forced herself to be flippant, but she could still feel the hurt of rejection seeping through the bravado.

29

Sunday morning, Gretchen joined her mother and Nina at a table next to the pool. The air smelled as fresh as the coffee in her hand. She'd slept late. The morning was almost gone.

'Any word on Ryan?' she asked immediately, quite surprised that she'd slept as long as she had.

'Matt called while you were getting your beauty rest,'

Caroline said. 'Ryan's going to make it.'

'That's great.' Gretchen leaned back in the chair, turned her face to the sun, and closed her eyes. What a relief. 'I should have stayed at the hospital, but the doctor didn't think there would be any progress until later today.'

And she didn't want to be that close to the womanchasing detective. Matt had produced a blanket and pillow for her before selecting a comfortable chair for himself and arranging his body for sleep. The twinkle in his eyes was certainly readable enough.

If she hadn't seen him with someone else last night, she might have enjoyed the attention. It was too late now. He had flashed a grin. No one else in the world could possibly have a smile that magnetic. She had bolted for the revolving doors, but she didn't miss the confused expression on his face as he watched her leave.

'It's time to have a reading done,' Caroline announced.

'Gretchen, would you like to go first?'

'No, thanks.' She didn't open her eyes. The sun felt so good, warm and soothing after the harsh desert night.

'Pick three cards,' Nina directed her mother.

'You dropped one,' Gretchen heard her mother say.

'I keep doing that,' Nina said. 'They're a little slippery.'

Caroline chuckled. 'I seem to remember hearing that there's significance in all aspects of a reading, including dropped cards.' Two peas in a pod. Leave it to her mother to know tarot trivia. The two sisters took hunches and coincidences very seriously. Would her mother start seeing auras and reading futures?

'I've never heard anything about dropped cards,' Nina said.

'You really need to take lessons,' Caroline said. 'Can't you find a class on tarot reading? You go from one New Age concept to another without taking time to research your topics and truly learn the skills.'

'That isn't true.'

'What about your dreams? You aren't able to interpret them.'

'I'm just not that interested in dreams.'

Caroline scoffed. 'And your auras. You see them, I'm not doubting you, but you can't interpret the colors you're seeing. So what's the point?'

Gretchen opened her eyes. The two sisters were about to have a disagreement, and there was already enough conflict going around.

'I've figured out a few colors.' Nina picked up the fallen card and held them out for Caroline to pick. Gretchen saw a firm set to her lips. 'Auras and cards and dreams are lifelong learning experiences,' Nina said. 'You should take more time to delve into your own spirituality.'

Gretchen joined the conversation. 'That, sweet Aunt, is exactly what I'm going to do. Lie back, do nothing.'

'Gretchen's hiding her true feelings behind indifference,' Nina said to Caroline. 'And it's all because of Matt Albright. She finally showed interest in a new man, and then what happened? He dropped her for another woman.'

Caroline gave Gretchen a sympathetic look, which she didn't like at all. The pitiful glances were already starting.

'I think you're marvelous,' Caroline said.

'You're supposed to say that. You're my mother.'

Nina looked over at Caroline, who had three tarot cards clutched to her chest. 'You have to show me the cards. This isn't rummy.'

Caroline slapped the cards down on top of the deck and gave Nina a miffed glance. 'I think Gretchen needs a reading more than I do,' she said. 'Come on, Gretchen, draw the cards.'

Nina nodded encouragingly, and Gretchen reluctantly went along with their wish if for no other reason than to diffuse an argument. 'Not good,' she said, after looking at her cards and laying out a ghostly, black-clad figure. 'I drew something bad.'

'The death card,' Nina said with significant meaning. Great. Just what I need. The death card.

Nina watched her lay out the remaining cards. 'That isn't necessarily bad.'

'But what can be good about dying? There isn't anything positive about it from my point of view.'

'I'll tell you in a minute.' Nina broke into a big grin when she saw the other cards. 'I'm so glad you drew the two knights.' She reached for her instruction booklet and paged through. Gretchen and Caroline exchanged looks, neither taking Nina as seriously as she took herself. After a few minutes, Nina set down the booklet and cleared her voice. 'The knight of cups means an opportunity will soon arise. I'm thinking something like a proposal. A marriage proposal.'

'Oh, come on. You made that last part up.'

Nina looked offended. 'The card holds the meaning; I'm simply the interpreter. I have to read the significance of the card. Don't think for a minute it's easy.' She turned her attention back to the cards. 'And the knight of swords signifies courage, so you will have the strength to handle whatever is coming your way.'