Part 6 (1/2)
”What's materialism?”
Kara had a sudden inspiration as to how to get Jill away from the TV set for a few minutes.
”There's a dictionary over there. Why don't you look it up? Sound it out.”
”Okay.”
As Jill trotted over to the book shelves, Kara slipped the tape into the VCR and started it running. When the opening credits for Desk Set Desk Set came on, she wanted to cry with relief and nostalgia. Kelly's favorite movie. The second tape was came on, she wanted to cry with relief and nostalgia. Kelly's favorite movie. The second tape was Father of the Bride Father of the Bride, another of her favorites.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and called to Jill.
”Here's something better than a game show. Watch this instead.”
Kara went back to the bedroom and stripped the bed, then lifted the mattress to see if something was hidden between it and the box spring.
That was when she found it.
Not under the mattress. Under the night stand. When she lifted the mattress to look beneath, it slipped off the box spring and struck the night stand, knocking it over along with the lamp atop it.
And there was the cache.
Kara had checked the night stand drawers the first time through and had found nothing but old paperback mysteries in them. But she hadn't pulled the bottom drawer all the way out. If she had she would have found this little trove.
Sleazy underwear here. More Frederick's of Hollywood type stuff-lacy open-front bras and matching slit-crotch panties in scarlet and lavender. The same under the other night stand.
Feeling slightly queasy, Kara went to the big dresser and pulled the two bottom drawers all the way out and set them on the floor. Laid out in the s.p.a.ce under the drawers was an array of slit-sided leather skirts and low-cut blouses.
As she stared at the tawdry outfits, Kara felt a terrible sadness for her sister.
What were you looking for, Kelly? What on G.o.d's earth did you think was missing from your life that you had to go looking for it dressed up in this... this s.h.i.+t! s.h.i.+t!
The sadness gave rise to anger. Why hadn't Kelly come to her if she was having a problem? Didn't she think she could rely on her own twin? Why hadn't Kelly sought her out instead of pulling away?
Or had she pulled away because because of the problem? of the problem?
Kara stood up and scanned the ransacked bedroom. Maybe she'd never know. But there had to be a reason Kelly would buy these tramp outfits and hide them- Wait a minute.
Hide them? Why on earth would Kelly hide her trashy clothes under her dresser and night stand?
Kelly lived alone.
This didn't make any sense at all. Kara had been through all the closets, all the drawers. Everything belonged to Kelly. n.o.body else was living here. Just Kelly.
From whom was Kelly hiding these clothes?
It was around lunch time then, and Jill was hungry. Kara cooked up a packet of Upton's chicken noddle soup she found in one of the kitchen cabinets and she and Jill settled down to a couple of bowls with some Ritz crackers. Kara wasn't in the mood for anything heavier.
Afterwards, she pulled Rob's card from her purse. This was as good a time as any to give him a call.
On the third ring, he answered with, ”Harris.”
”Rob? It's Kara Wade.”
”Wh-? Kara? h.e.l.lo! Good to hear from you. Everything okay down there?”
Down there. He thought she was in Pennsylvania. Good. Let him go on thinking that. If he knew she was here in the city he'd want to get together with her for dinner or the like and Kara didn't think that was such a good idea. Not with Jill along.
”As well as can be expected.”
”The funeral...?”
”Bad. But it could have been worse. Thank you for the flowers.”
”I'd have come-”
”The flowers were enough.” Kara paused, almost afraid to ask the question because she already knew the answer. ”Have you caught them yet?”
”No.” She could hear the frustration in his sigh. ”No, we haven't.”
”I didn't think so.”
”Don't start that again, Kara. It's not fair.”
”It isn't?” She felt her own frustration ballooning within her. ”If she'd been Ivana Trump you'd sure as h.e.l.l have somebody in custody by now!”
”I don't know about that, Kara.”
”You said you had a description of the two men and a set of fingerprints! That was five days ago!”
”Right. But the two men described were not regulars at the bar, and they haven't been back since. And the fingerprints were no help at all.”
”Why not?”
”They don't match anywhere. Which is not surprising.”
”Why isn't it?”
”Well, it goes along with the pick-up theory. I mean, if Kelly picked these two guys at random from the Oak Room Bar crowd, it's very possible that they don't have criminal records. And if they don't have criminal records-or haven't applied for a gun permit or a security-sensitive job-then their prints are probably not on record here or with the Feds.”
”And so you won't be able to match them anywhere.”
”Right.”
She felt the anger rising again. She wanted to scream but kept her voice level, for Jill's sake.
”So you're no closer to finding Kelly's murderers now than you were on Thursday.”
”I'm afraid that's right, Kara.” Rob paused, then said, ”I'm afraid we can't even say for sure it was murder.”