both of them squinting and flinching like vampires against the bright morning sunlight.
'That Gary Turello got up and walked out of there all by himself?' Elise asked.
'You got it.'
'We need to talk to Strata Luna again,' she said. 'Find out if she knew Turello. My guess is she did.'
'Go ahead. Give her a call.' David pulled a pair of dark glasses from his jacket pocket and slipped them on. 'But this time I'm coming along.'
Chapter 23
'Is this your store's logo?'
The scruffy-haired kid behind the cash register examined the CD in Elise's hand. 'Yep.'
Next to her, Gould spread more bagged CDs on the glass countertop. 'Notice anything strange about these?' he asked.
The kid looked them over. 'This some kind of test?'
'Look closely,' Gould insisted.
The kid fiddled with the hair on his chin. 'Well… oh, hey. I get it. They're all suicides! Is that it?'
'That's it,' Elise said. 'But more important, they all have your sticker on them. Would you or any other employee possibly recall someone making a purchase of this sort a year and a half ago?'
'Wow.' The kid scratched his head. 'I have a hard time remembering what happened last week.'
Another guy wandered out of the back room. He was heavily pierced and wearing spiked leather wristbands.
'Hey, Tobias. Come 'ere.' The kid at the counter looked at the detectives. 'Toby's the manager. He's worked here a long time.' Then back over his shoulder, he shouted, 'Take a look at these, will you?'
The sleepy-looking kid took his time getting there.
The clerk pointed to the CDs. 'You remember anybody buying these?'
'Who're you?' The manager eyed Elise and Gould with suspicion.
They flashed their badges and introduced themselves. That settled him down a little.
'I don't remember. Sorry.'
'Would it be possible for you to locate a record of the sales?' Elise asked. 'Especially if they were all purchased at the same time?'
'Idunno…'
'Maybe in your tax files?' Gould prodded. 'I'm sure you keep cash register tapes.'
'You're talking about a lot of stuff,' he said doubtfully. 'And it could take a long time.'
'It's extremely important,' Elise told him.
'I'll try, but I don't know…'
Gould presented the photos of Winslow, Turello, and Harrison.
Negative.
Elise handed the manager her card. 'Call if you find anything or happen to think of something you forgot.' She thanked them both for their time. Then she and Gould headed for the parking lot, passing a small playground on the way. In the center of the basketball court, three girls jumped rope.
Lady in a black veil Babies in the bed Kissed them on the forehead Now they're both dead.
'What a serendipitous segue.' Gould looked at her over the top of the car. 'Isn't it about time for our meeting with the priestess of death?'
Elise had been able to schedule another appointment with Strata Luna, this one at the woman's home. When she'd asked if her partner could come along, Strata Luna had surprisingly agreed.
The detectives hopped in the car and drove to the Victorian District, where they parked on the street and approached the mansion on foot. Elise announced their arrival to the intercom and they were buzzed in, the black iron gate swinging wide.
The partners stepped through the opening, broken shells crunching underfoot.
'Where no man has gone before,' Gould said.
'Person,' Elise reminded him. 'They upgraded Star Trek: TNG to the politically correct person'
'That was because the vainglorious James T. Kirk was of the martini-swilling, swinger generation, where women were conquests and trophies,' Gould added.
'With large breasts.'
'A requisite.'
They were conversing with neither giving much attention to what they were saying, both taking in the lush surroundings as they paused side by side at the start of a straight drive lined with live oaks, their sweeping branches creating a curved canopy. At the end of the lane stood a pink antebellum mansion trimmed in black.
Breathtaking.
Behind them the gate clicked shut.
'An ominous sound,' Gould muttered.
The ever-present Enrique met Elise and Gould at the door. He gave them a serene smile, then led them down a dark hallway to a secluded courtyard, where they found Strata Luna sitting in the shade at a round cafe table. She wore her signature long black dress minus hat, veil, and gloves.
Elise introduced her partner.
Neither seemed terribly impressed with the other.
'I hope you like hot tea,' Strata Luna said, introduction over and Gould's importance quickly minimized. She seemed to be tolerating him because he was with Elise.
A china teapot had been placed on a tray in the center of the table. Beside it was a plate of shortbread cookies, sugar cubes with a pair of tiny silver tongs, and cream.
They were being treated like visitors, not detectives, something that made Elise feel slightly uncomfortable. She shot a glance at Gould, wondering if he was thinking what she was thinking-that this had a tinge of a Mad Hatter's tea party.
He missed her glance, distracted as he looked beyond the courtyard to a massive, ornate fountain.
The fountain where Strata Luna's daughter had drowned?
In the center was a statue of a young girl. Elise had heard that a life-size memorial of the drowned child had been erected somewhere on the property.
As they drank the dark exotic tea, Elise questioned Strata Luna about the prostitute Gary Turello. Gould pulled out the dead man's photo.
'He worked for me at one time, but I can't tell you anything about him.' Strata Luna passed the photo back.
'Did he have any friends we might be able to speak to?' Gould asked.
'I don't know. That's the truth. When did you say he died?'
'A year and a half ago.'
Strata Luna frowned, appearing puzzled. And for the first time, maybe a little worried. 'You think his death has something to do with these recent ones? But that doesn't make any sense, does it? It was so long ago.'
'We believe they're connected,' Elise told her. 'We just haven't come up with the evidence necessary to link them.'
Gould remained focused on Strata Luna. 'You seem worried,' he observed bluntly.
'Of course I'm worried,' she said in a defensive tone. 'Everybody in this city is worried.'
'Can you give us names of anybody he may have associated with?' Elise asked. 'Or people who may have known the slightest thing about him?'
Strata Luna shook her head. 'I wouldn't know, dar-lin'. I don't socialize with my employees.'
'What about Enrique?' Elise asked in an attempt to trip her up. 'You seem on fairly good terms with him.'
'That's different.' Strata Luna waved a long-nailed hand. 'He's more like family.'
'And Flora Martinez?' Gould asked, an unusual note in his voice.
'She's like a daughter.'
