'And the death card?'
'Means you must clear away the old to make room for the new.'
Caroline clucked. 'I like Gretchen's reading.'
Nina nodded. 'Me, too. It sounds like a romance is in your future. And you'll have the courage to overcome your fear of men.'
'I'm not afraid of men.'
'Or. .' Caroline offered, 'it could mean you are on the right path in your quest for the truth, and you will handle the outcome just fine.'
'What about the death card in that case?' Gretchen asked her mother, keeping an eye on the blackness of the card. She had goose bumps on her arms in spite of the warming rays of sun.
'Nina's right,' her mother said, dodging. 'It doesn't have to be in a physical sense.'
Nina glanced up from her booklet. 'But sometimes it does mean death.'
'Why don't you go shopping with Nina?' Caroline recommended.
'Okay.'
'And tomorrow you can help me in the workshop.'
'Terrific idea.' A day in the workshop with her mother always made Gretchen feel whole again.
'According to the cards,' Nina stage-whispered to her, still pondering the three cards, 'you have to follow the trail of the incriminating wallpaper. It's the key to everything.'
Gretchen stared down at the cards. 'Where does it say that?'
'Nina,' Caroline said sharply. 'I've had time to think over Charlie's murder and the potential danger. We should let the police handle everything.'
'Okay, okay.' Nina scooped up the three cards and returned them to the deck. 'Let's take the pooches to the Biltmore Fashion Park for doggy treats. We'll even pick up April and Enrico.'
'We'll talk strategy after we pick up April,' she whispered later, surrounded by an enormous amount of baggage in the form of two little, bitty animals. Gretchen climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala, thrilled that April was back in Nina's good graces and all was as it should be.
Gretchen chuckled to herself as the trio strolled through the open-air mall with their pooches skipping along beside them. They weren't the only ones out with their dogs. A Great Dane sniffed curiously at Tutu, who stuck her nose in the air. Nimrod passed the enormous canine with great caution. Enrico snarled menacingly. Foolish, considering that the Great Dane could wolf him down in one gulp. Nina headed into the doggie bakery and purchased cookies for the dogs.
'I'm buying Gretchen a new doggy purse at the boutique,' Nina said.
'What's wrong with my old one?'
'Nimrod is growing. He needs his own carrier.'
Nina selected a black carrier designed to look exactly like a purse. 'See,' she said, twirling with it on her shoulder
'It has a removable bottom and mesh side panels, so he can go incognito anytime he wants to and still see out.'
Gretchen scooped up the miniature teacup poodle and placed him inside the carrier. 'He likes it,' she said, when he stuck his head out the top and wagged his tail.
'It's yours then,' Nina exclaimed, heading for the checkout counter. 'Your purse can be free for your own things. No more sharing.'
'You mean I need two purses now?' This wasn't good. Soon she would have as much to tote as Nina. Gretchen preferred being as unencumbered as possible.
'Of course,' April piped up, feeding a doggie cookie to Enrico. 'That's the whole point.'
The white cotton purse with the embroidered black poodles had also been a gift from Nina. For the last few months she had carried all her belongings in it as well as Nimrod, so it was looking a little worn. 'I think I'll buy a purse to match Nimrod's,' she said. 'Something small and black.'
'After that,' Nina announced, handing Gretchen her new puppy carrier, 'I have a surprise. We're going over to Britt's house for coffee. She invited me, but I thought it would be fun to take you both along. She won't mind.'
April clapped her hands in glee. 'Oh, goody. I want to start making my own dolls. Britt's going to help me get started. This is exciting.'
'Shouldn't you call her and ask if you can bring guests?' Gretchen asked. 'We can't just barge in.'
'Sure we can,' Nina said. 'Besides, we're investigating kitchens, and we haven't seen hers yet.'
'That Maize kid did it,' April said with conviction. 'End of story.'
'I'm not so sure,' Gretchen said. 'But I'm really through traipsing around. We didn't sign on to get blown to bits. Our job was over when the window exploded and the display disintegrated.'
April laughed. 'She's just as dramatic as you,' she said to Nina.
Nina laughed along, considering that a compliment. Gretchen glared at her friends. 'And I was almost macheted to death by Bernard's wife.'
'Macheted isn't a proper verb,' Nina said. 'But I get your drift. Some people aren't cut out for extreme adventure.'
'You weren't the one facing that wacko, with no place to run.'
'Trust me,' Nina cooed. 'We're only going to peek at Britt's kitchen while we visit. What's the harm in that?'
'If I recall correctly, you said the same thing right before Bernard's wife tried to butcher me.'
'The cards were clear; the quest must continue,' Nina said. 'If you aren't up to it, I'll carry on without you.'
'I'll help because we're friends.' April said. 'But the kid did it.'
'I heard,' Nina said, 'that killers who use poison usually get away with their crimes unless they continue to poison victims. Then they start leaving trails.'
'Like Arsenic Anna,' Gretchen agreed. 'I've been reading about her, and the psychology behind killers like her. Arsenic Anna was a psychopath, and according to what I'm reading, psychopaths aren't insane. They kill because they lack a conscience.'
'That qualifies as crazy in my book,' April said.
'Arsenic Anna maintained her innocence right up until the very end when they threw the switch. But she wrote letters that weren't opened until after the execution. In them, she explained how she killed those old men. Rat poison in oysters, in orange juice. She even tried to kill a woman who lived near one of her victims by poisoning an ice cream cone.'
'Do you think a psychopath murdered Charlie?' Nina asked.
'I don't know,' Gretchen admitted. 'That's why we should stay out of it.'
'Better yet,' April said. 'Don't accept any food or drink from anyone.'
'Here poochies,' Nina called. 'Let's go. Should we drop you at home, Gretchen?'
Gretchen sighed, remembering that there was safety in numbers. 'I'll come along.'
'She's back in,' April said, grinning.
30
Melany Gleeland has a truly horrible secret. It's almost bigger than she can handle by herself, which is why she has to get away from Phoenix-any way she can, by any means available.
Whatever it takes.
Melany fingers the knot of the black do-rag in her hand. Do-rags. Everybody's doing do-rags: cancer patients hiding bald heads during chemo treatments, hip-hop groups, bikers to prevent helmet head. Black is the hot color. You've seen one, you've seen them all. Her biker boyfriend wears one under his helmet. This could be his. She can't get out of this city fast enough. She hates everything about it: the brown smog that hovers over Phoenix, breathing in toxins right along with oxygen, unbelievable pollen counts, new allergies assaulting her sinus passages daily.
