Part 11 (1/2)
What a relief. Eve and I weren't screwed then?
”Madeira, Ms. Meyers said that you had two break-ins last night. Why didn't you call the police the first time?”
”Dad?” I said. ”Do you have that report from our night watchman?”
My father went for it and gave it to me.
I handed it to Werner. ”That's why I didn't call for either break-in. You know, I think maybe it was Vinney who broke in both times and maybe while I was away. I also think that the first fire last night was convenient. I mean, it got us out of my building so something could be taken away in that old mailbag.”
”For argument's sake, let's call the contents bones,” Werner said, scribbling furiously on his notepad. ”An old mailbag, not a sack.”
”Oops,” Eve said. ”I forgot.”
”Details. That's why I'm talking to Mad, er, Ms. Cutler, too.” Werner read the construction company watchman's report, frowned, and held it up. ”Can I take this?” he asked me.
”Sure. I have a copy.”
”I'll make one for myself and return this; it's the original.”
”Fine.”
”Now, what do you need to know, Detective? I'll tell you everything.” Except about Isobel and the abandoned well, because I didn't know if they meant anything at all beyond mixed messages and bad dreams. In my second vision, I didn't know if I'd been falling into the well I'd seen in the first.
Handing Werner clues-if they were clues-out of thin air would make him suspicious. When my sister was a murder suspect, I'd fed him the clues from my psychometric readings of certain vintage clothing items in a roundabout way. But I couldn't be that lucky twice.
Revealing my knowledge directly and prematurely would be like switching on a flas.h.i.+ng neon sign: Maddie's Psychic. Maddie's Psychic. A nut. Not to be trusted.
n.o.body would say as much but everyone would be thinking: ”Sure, she can read vintage clothes. Get her a vintage straightjacket to read.”
I dug into the box for another cracker, but Fiona traded me the box for a hot ham and egg sandwich on a roll.
”Bless you,” I said. ”I forgot to eat yesterday. Oh, this is delicious, like a handheld omelet.”
She offered egg sandwiches all around, but only Eve took her up on the offer.
”I have to get down to my shop and get ready for my grand opening,” I said. ”Are you finished with your questions, Detective?”
”Not quite.”
I looked out toward our driveway. ”Do you want to talk in your car on the way to Vintage Magic?” My face warmed, again, at the thought of being alone with him. ”Because I seem to have misplaced my rental.”
Werner stood. ”You talk. I'll drive. But you can't work in your shop today. It's a crime scene.”
”The whole shop!”
Seventeen.
The intoxication obtained from wearing certain articles of clothing can be as powerful as that induced by a drug.
-BERNARD RUDOFSKY.
”Before you leave, Madeira,” Aunt Fiona said, ”can we talk for a minute? The subject is important and time sensitive.”
I questioned Werner with a look about delaying our departure, since he was driving.
”Go ahead. I have some calls to make,” he said. ”I'll be outside.”
Eve grabbed her keys and followed Werner to the door. ”I'll meet you at your shop in about an hour.”
My dad went silently up the stairs.
Aunt Fiona and I sat at the keeping room table. ”Thanks for the sandwich. I really needed it.”
”You shouldn't go so long without eating.”
”You sound like Mom when I used to forget to eat because I was too busy dressing my Barbies.”
”All twenty of them.” Aunt Fiona sat forward and took my hand. ”I'm sorry about the delay in preparing for your grand opening, sweetie. I have a timing problem, too, and I'm thinking that maybe we can help each other.”
”What is it?”
”I'm the chairman of the White Star Circle of Spirit, Southeast Connecticut Chapter. We sponsor a Halloween costume ball every year, but this year, we've lost our location. We were booked into Sampson's ballroom, but it's gone.”
”How can I help?”
”I've been on the phone to our board members all morning, and we were wondering if you'd let us hold our costume ball upstairs at your place? Please. We'll publicize it as your grand opening ball, sponsored by the Circle of Spirit, and invite the general public. That's a huge room you've got.”
”Three thousand square feet,” I said, but I sat back stunned. ”It's got rough-hewn timber beamed ceiling and walls. Never was, never will be, a ballroom.”
”All the better for Halloween. Caskets and hea.r.s.es and spiderwebs. Oh my.”
”That's right,” I said, picturing it. ”We could use the funereal rubble as decorations. Except that we wouldn't be able to see them. There's no electricity up there.”
”I thought of that. Our rental fee is enough to pay for you to have electricity and lights put in, as the place stands right now. One of our members is a licensed Connecticut electrician, and he and his crew are prepared to drop everything and wire your upstairs as soon as we give him the go-ahead.”
I shook my head. ”I wouldn't charge you.”
”In this case, I insist, because we're forcing you to get work done before your budget allows. The price is not negotiable.”
”I was planning to set up a works.p.a.ce up there as soon as possible, in the back corner, a sewing room. Would that be a problem?”
”It's a necessity. I've been waiting for you to come home so you could fit me for a costume. Our theme is cla.s.sic movie characters. A lot of our members were waiting for you to come home, too. They're sure that your vintage treasures will fit their movie character needs.”
”I love it. Oh. Can Dolly come to the ball, too? She can wear her Katharine Hepburn as Tracy Lord wedding gown from The Philadelphia Story. She has so few chances to wear it.”