Part 28 (2/2)

”I'm sure he was.” She pressed her lips together and didn't elaborate.

I pulled out the carrier and surrept.i.tiously looked it over. I didn't notice anything unusual about it. I had no idea why she was so emphatic that she had this specific one.

She sidled up to the counter and placed her unopened water bottle on the gla.s.s. ”Can you hurry? I'm sort of in a rush.”

Since when? I returned to the counter, but didn't hand it to her right away. Fallon's gaze was fixated on the carrier like a cat stalking a flashlight beam. I wouldn't have been surprised if she suddenly pounced on me and yanked the item out of my hand.

It occurred to me she could be plotting a dognapping and the carrier was how she planned to smuggle Zippy out from under Gia's nose.

”Wasn't there a blanket with it?” she asked.

”That's sold separately.” I had to admit that was one of Betty's excellent ideas-stick matching blankets inside all the carriers.

”I'd like that too.”

”The same one from the race?”

She nodded.

I don't know why I bothered to ask; I knew the answer.

Something wasn't adding up. If she was scheming to steal Zippy, it wouldn't matter which carrier she purchased. No, I was definitely missing a piece of the puzzle.

I set the dog carrier next to her bottle. I turned slowly, keeping my eye on Fallon for as long as I could before turning my back to her. I dug though the plastic tote and found the blanket at the bottom. I also noticed a memory card. I tucked it in my front pocket. It had to be Darby's. She was the only one- Oh. My. Gosh. I knew who killed the girl with the dachshund tattoo. I froze, bent at the waist, breathing in the heady aroma of my own fear.

”Did you find it?” she asked.

My heart raced as I straightened. ”I sure did.”

I took measured steps back to the register. All I had to do was sell her the items and lock the door behind her. Then I could call Malone.

I pa.s.sed the blanket to her. ”Is this what you wanted?”

Missy snored at my feet. One more reminder to keep calm and my head clear.

Her terse nod was all the confirmation I needed. I rang up the two items. ”Your total is one-sixty-eight.”

She blinked. ”One hundred and sixty-eight dollars?”

”I take all major credit cards.” If I could get her to pay with credit, it could be helpful to Malone.

She pulled out a card from her purse and handed it to me. The door swung open, and Lenny stumbled inside.

”You got a lot of c.r.a.p in your store.” He staggered toward us.

I reined in my annoyance at his ill-timing. He was just drunk enough to get us both killed. I'd never look at mouthwash the same again. ”Did you come by for that pamphlet?”

”Yeah.”

I gripped the credit card tightly in my hand, the edges pressed deep into my palm. ”Just give me a minute and I'll be right with you.”

”I've got plenty of time.”

Lenny stared at Fallon. She returned his stare with one equally intense. I heard Fallon's sharp intake. I noticed her grip tightened on the soft handle of the carrier. Lenny's gaze followed her hand.

He stomped toward us. ”I want to buy that.” Once again his breath smelled minty fresh.

Fallon yanked the carrier away from him. ”It's mine.” Her voice sounded really small and frightened.

Clearly not a happy camper, he grabbed for the dog carrier, managing to latch on to the edge. ”I don't know what game you're playing, lady, but you'd be wise to let go of that. Betty said it was mine.”

Um, no. Betty had been around less than I had yesterday. I stepped back and shoved my hand in my front pocket. I felt for the memory card, making sure it was still here. Rea.s.sured it was safe and that it hadn't managed to fall out, I knew I had to act fast.

While Fallon and Lenny stared at each other, I eased my cell phone out of my back pocket.

”Drop it,” Lenny ordered.

I jumped. He was talking to Fallon, but I flinched all the same. There were suddenly too many things happening at one.

Missy jumped out of her comfy bed and barked. I motioned for her to lie down, but she refused to move. Fallon and Lenny played a heated game of tug-of-war with merchandise neither had paid for.

”I was here first,” she shouted.

”I'm here now,” he bellowed.

At this point I wasn't sure which one of them I was supposed to be afraid of. I secretly dialed Malone.

I turned down the volume, then set the phone on the shelf under the register. I prayed he answered and didn't hang up. My shop was less than ten blocks from the police station. If Malone was there he'd arrive in minutes. If he wasn't there . . . Well, I didn't want to think about that yet.

”I'm so glad you both love shopping at Bow Wow Boutique,” I spoke brightly, sounding like an infomercial host. If Malone was listening, he had to know where to find me.

I continued talking as loudly as I could without making either of them suspicious. ”Lenny, I have a second carrier just like the one Fallon has. I'd be happy to sell it to you.”

”I want this one. And she's gonna give it to me.” He reached behind his back and whipped out a gun from somewhere. Fallon faltered but refused to let go.

”Don't shoot us Lenny,” I shouted. That wasn't just for Malone's benefit. I really was scared.

”Let go, Fallon, and I won't have to kill either of you.” He was lying, but there was no sense in provoking the guy.

”Don't be an idiot; let him have the dog carrier,” I said.

She shook her head. ”No.”

I wanted to reach across the counter and slap some sense into her. ”It will be okay. Trust me.”

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