Part 24 (1/2)
I called my best friend next. ”Lucy, are you busy? I need to talk.”
”Just reading a cozy mystery, hon. Come on over.”
Fifteen minutes later, I sat in my friend's living room, holding a frosty gla.s.s of iced tea. The aroma of roasting meat, garlic, and oregano came from the kitchen.
Lucy wore a shade of green today that complemented her orange hair: a gra.s.s-green denim jumper, with big pockets, over a short-sleeved white T-s.h.i.+rt. Apple jade circled her wrist and punctured her earlobes. I was amused she owned matching green open-toed flats. She reminded me of a carrot in Mr. McGregor's garden.
”What's up, hon'? You look like something big is on your mind. Arlo?”
Bless Lucy. She reads me like a book.
”Yes and no. On Sunday, after you dropped me off, I went to visit Arthur in the veterinary hospital. When I got there, Arlo was leaving the hospital with Arthur's pretty young doctor. She was wearing a s.e.xy little dress.”
”No! What did you say?”
”They didn't see me. I managed to park far enough away so I could watch them. He kissed her, Lucy. Then they drove off together.”
”I'm so sorry, hon. That must really hurt.”
I rubbed my forehead. ”Yeah. I was right not to trust him. He didn't take very long to find someone else, once he broke up with me.”
She came over to hug me. ”I'm sorry. You seemed so good together. Can you try to talk to him?”
”I already have, sort of. At one point, I admitted to Arlo I'd fallen in love with him. He said we should talk about it, but I know what he wants to say. He wants to dump me for that s.e.xy blonde. Then last night, he came over to question me while Yossi was there. He was really hostile.”
”Do you suppose Arlo's reaction had something to do with seeing that particular man in your house again? Why don't you call him and suggest the two of you meet alone? Maybe you can patch things up.”
I took a deep breath. ”The thing is, after Arlo left, I kind of slept with Yossi . . . a little bit.”
Lucy's eyes popped out of her head. ”You did what?”
”I never meant to. I was so p.i.s.sed and sad, and Yossi was incredibly sweet. It just happened. The problem is, Yossi's already making noises about sticking around after this thing is over.”
”Dang it, Martha. I can't leave you alone for five seconds. What do you even know about this man?”
”Well, he's a businessman, kind of like Ray, only he repairs Harleys, not cars.”
Lucy tilted her head. ”He's also an ex-con. Did you ever find out why he went to prison?”
”Not yet. That doesn't prove anything. Arlo called him an 'outlaw,' but they don't seem to have ever arrested him. Whatever he did in the past, he seems to be straight now.”
”What else do you know?”
”He's a leader in the Valley Eagles motorcycle club-not gang. He's a loyal friend. He's a lot deeper than you'd suspect. He's smart, knows Torah, and speaks some Hebrew. He's really scary to look at, because he's so big and tough, but he can be very gentle.” I gazed in the distance, remembering all the different ways he'd been gentle with me the night before.
”You're smiling, girlfriend.”
I looked at my friend. ”Oh, Lucy, it was so good. I think I'm going to h.e.l.l.”
Lucy put down her gla.s.s of tea and leaned forward. ”You have a decision to make, Martha Rose, and soon. If you want Arlo, you have to go after him and try to mend fences before it's too late.”
”And wait until the next time he gets angry and leaves me for someone else? I can't live like that.”
She dismissed my concern with a wave of her hand. ”I don't believe Arlo is so manipulative. Maybe there's another explanation for this lady vet. I think Arlo really loves you. He's probably hurting as much as you are right now.”
”He didn't look like he was hurting on Sunday evening.”
”Well, Yossi Levy said he wants to stick around. Are you ready to make such a commitment after only one night together?”
I tossed my hands up in a helpless gesture. ”I honestly don't know what I want right now. Life was simpler when I was alone. Maybe that's the answer. Forget about both of them.”
Lucy sighed. ”Yes, your life was a whole lot simpler, but your life was also lonelier.”
I took a long sip of tea. ”I actually came over here for a second reason. Will you come with me to Dax Martin's memorial service tomorrow?”
”Why?”
”I want to look for the killer.”
I brought Lucy up to date, including my blow-by-blow encounter with Barbara Hardisty this morning and the news both she and her husband were under arrest. ”Everyone agrees I'm no longer in danger, but poor Ed's still in jail and there's a killer yet to find. Jefferson Davis is at the top of my list, and he'll be at the service tomorrow. We might also come across the parent who stutters. Maybe if we poke around, we'll get lucky. n.o.body will notice a couple of old ladies in the crowd.”
”How about Birdie?”
”Sure, if her knees can take some walking. The service starts at ten. Be at my house at nine-thirty. As soon as the stadium starts to fill up, we'll make our move and mix in with the grieving throng.”
By the time I got home around six, I was exhausted. b.u.mper greeted me at the door with a reproving look. His kibble bowl was empty. The exhilaration of the previous night with Crusher and the adrenaline of confronting Hardisty had finally worn off, and I was ready to collapse.
I fed the cat, changed my sheets, and climbed into a fresh pair of cotton pajamas with little blue flowers printed in an allover pattern. Then I returned to the living room with a turkey sandwich, snuggled on the sofa with my blue-and-white quilt, and turned on Jeopardy!.
”I'll take 'Americana' for six hundred, Alex.”
”'Ohio Star and Hole in the Barn Door.'”
The Jeopardy! theme song plunked in the background as the camera zoomed into the blank faces of the contestants.
”What are quilt block patterns!” I yelled at the screen. n.o.body heard me.
”Oh, sorry. The correct question is 'What are quilts?'”
b.u.mper jumped up on my lap and settled in, purring.
I bent over and scratched his ears. ”Aren't we smart?”
The doorbell rang.
I pressed the Mute b.u.t.ton on the remote control and got up to answer the door. I hoped Crusher wasn't coming back for seconds. I didn't know if I'd be able to resist.