Deadly Dozen: 12 Mysteries/Thrillers (253 page)

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

“THAT WAS NOT WHAT I expected,” I said to Lucas, who was pacing the hardwood floors. Roger had gone back through the portal to the safety of whatever tier he vibrated on. I sat on the sofa, watching Lucas circling the room like a caged tiger. In the past, he’d sit next to me and we would talk, but after our last few encounters … it seemed we weren’t as cozy together as we’d once been.

“What do you mean?” He stopped, hands on hips, looked at me with those damn eyes of his. I felt another stab of sheer, piercing lust travel through me. Oh, hell. I was a hormonal wreck. Maybe I should have had more sex growing up, and then I wouldn’t be lusting after a dead guy or my new boss. Ugh.

“I mean, I’m happy he knows what happened to him. Closure and all. But now I know, too, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“But now you know this Becky woman killed him, don’t you think she could have also murdered Nick?” He started pacing again.

I tilted my head to the side, pondering the various possibilities in my head. “Maybe.”

“I’d say more than maybe,” he said.

“I don’t know. You heard Roger. He said she didn’t kill him on purpose.”

“But she did
kill
him, and she’s gotten away with it. For almost thirty years.”

I took a sip from my tea, which was now cool, and worked up the courage to bring Joshua into the conversation. “So you know the guy who was here with the dog?”

He stopped pacing again and narrowed his eyes. “The one who kept staring at you when you weren’t looking?”

“No, he wasn’t. He was outside playing with the dogs! And while we’re on the topic, how would you know he was staring unless you’d been spying on me?” I felt myself beginning to get annoyed. But Lucas seemed oblivious.

“Here let me show the hot girl with the dog that I, too, am a dog lover and there you have it…” He snapped his fingers, and red sparks shot into the air.

Whoa. My eyes narrowed, matching his. “There you have
what
?”

“Nothing.” He muttered, starting to pace again.

Oh, for the love of…”What? You have what?”

He stopped, throwing his hands up into the air in a very human gesture. “You have sex and love and all of that! That guy is into you, that’s all I am saying. And that’s fine, because he’s a human and he’s alive and I’m not.”

Oh. “Oh.”

Lucas seemed to deflate suddenly and I felt a little sorry for him. “So, what do you want to tell me about this guy?”

“Well, for starters, we are not having sex.” Where did that come from? Honestly, if my mouth weren’t attached to my face, I’d have to wonder if it had a mind of its own.

Lucas’ eyebrows shot up. “Okaaay. And if you were, well, that’s none of my business. I am here to keep you safe and so far, that guy doesn’t look as if he’d harm you. And like I said, it isn’t so much the live humans I worry about with you.”

I wanted to tell him about the men at the bar and how Joshua had stepped in to assist and then we got trapped in the storage closet, but instead, I said, “That guy who was here, the one who I am not having sex with, is Becky’s son.”

Lucas finally looked something other than frustrated. “That guy, what’s his name?”

“Joshua.”

“Joshua is Rebecca Styles son?”

“Yes.” He appeared to be catching on. “And according to Becky, Nick was his father and Nick signed over his bar to Joshua in his will.”

Lucas crossed his arms, deep in thought. “But Roger said this Becky was his girlfriend and she was pregnant.”

“Bingo. So now I’m starting to wonder, who is Joshua’s real father?”

“And now, you know what I’m thinking?” He shook a finger at me. “I’m thinking maybe this guy is not so good after all. He could easily be in cahoots with Mommy Dearest. Those two could have murdered Nick for the bar and whatever else he left behind.”

I chewed my lip, pondering. “I don’t know, Lucas. Could Becky have murdered Nick? Yes. But Joshua just returned from Africa volunteering for the Red Cross, so he’s hardly a candidate for murder. And he honestly seemed surprised by the whole situation … inheriting the bar, finding out Nick was his father…” I figured I would leave the part out about Joshua spending five years in jail for manslaughter.

“The Red Cross?” Lucas laughed.

“Yes.” I crossed my arms, starting to feel annoyed again.

“Wow … this guy is good. Why didn’t I think of that line?”

I rolled my eyes and resisted tossing one of the sofa cushions at Lucas’ head. Besides, it probably would have gone right through him. “Oh, please, I don’t think he’s trying to trick me.”

“Then you are more naïve than I thought!”

Okay, enough. “Look, Lucas. Joshua saved me tonight,” I snapped. “For someone who’s trying to dupe me, or whatever it is you think he’s doing, he’s sure going to great lengths.”

“What?!” Lucas stood incredibly still and an orange-yellow glow began to creep around the edges of his normal indigo aura. “What are you talking about?”

I sighed. And then told him the entire story, even the part about the storage closet. He didn’t say anything for a long time.

“Lucas, you’re making me really nervous.”

“I think they were from the Black Tier. They were sent to mess with you.” He sounded worried and confused. “This is all about your gift. But there is something more. They are after your vibration at a level I’ve not seen before.”

“What do you mean, exactly?”

“First, it was Pierre and the jaguar.”

“Anastasia.” I shuddered, recalling my brush with death on Simone’s music video set.

“And someone followed you home. Now this thing tonight. I’ve seen the Black Tier go after people before, people with healing gifts, or any kind of gift that promotes goodness in this world, but there is something bigger at work here, and I don’t know what it is yet. It’s as if they are trying to trip you up or something.”

“Well, it didn’t work.”

Lucas looked at me solemnly, his mouth in a grim line. “Not yet, but they don’t play fair. You realize that?”

“Yes, that’s pretty clear,” I said, nodding.

“Based on all you’ve told me, well, I need to visit the Bodha.”

“Now?” I’m sorry to say I might have whined a bit.

“Yes,” he said, walking over to me. It was the closest we’d been to all night.

“Could you wait?” I asked, pleadingly. Truth was, after my wild night and even with the protection in place on the house, I didn’t feel entirely safe.

Lucas sighed, “Evie…”

“Just until I fall asleep, okay? That’s all.” He looked down at me for a minute, his face a mirror of the conflict going on in his head. And then he took my hand and gently tugged me off of the couch.

“Come on. Let’s tuck you in.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

LUCAS STAYED UNTIL I fell asleep. Of course, I don’t know when he left, but he wasn’t there the next day.

I was trying so hard to focus on the here and now—on humans and human interactions—but let’s face it, it wasn’t easy. My brain was on tiers, and black versus white, and all the bits and pieces in between. And on Lucas. However, after Roger’s visit last night, I’d been able to fill in some key details of Nick’s mysterious life. And now I had an additional mystery: Was Nick really Joshua’s father? Or was Roger? And if Becky could accidentally kill Roger … well, was it too much of a stretch to imagine she’d killed Nick in a fit of anger as well? Lastly, I felt obligated to tell someone, anyone, about Becky’s involvement in Roger’s death. But who? I mean, showing up at a local police station saying, “Hey, the ghost of Roger Hawks visited me last night at my house and told me his ex-girlfriend Becky Styles killed him. But it was mostly an accident.” Yeah, that’d go over real well … likely ending with me in seventy-two-hour hold at County General.

At the end of the day, Nick was still dead and his killer was on the loose. This needed to be my main focus for now. As for the past, it only mattered so much as it shed light on the current situation. So I hardened my resolve to focus on Nick’s death and deal with the other stuff once I’d gotten answers about that.

But first, Simone.

Later that day, after making up Simone for a book signing event to promote a book she had not actually written (although her name was on the cover), she insisted we play dress-up and go out to eat.

Although Simone was kinda, sorta of on my list of suspects in a roundabout way via Dwight, I knew I needed to go back and investigate George Hernandez and Pietro SanGiacomo at Jorge’s and I would need some back up. I was a bit nervous they’d recognized me from my earlier stint as a private investigator, which is why I figured having Simone along would be a good foil.

Simone and I were already in my van, driving down the road, when I nonchalantly said, “I was thinking we should eat somewhere else tonight. I mean,
normal
people do eat at other places besides Denny’s, you know.”

Simone looked at me suspiciously. Thing was, she
loved
Denny’s and wasn’t very open to branching out to other restaurants. “Like where?”

“Oh I don’t know. How about Mexican? There’s this nice little place in Venice Beach I know of but…” I frowned as if reconsidering.

“But what? Spit it out, Edie!”

“Well, maybe it’s too much of a risk. You might be seen and…”

Simone interrupted me, “Venice Beach? Let’s go.”

Gotcha!

I parked on a side street about two blocks from Jorge’s. I sighed and turned to Simone. I had been trying to figure out how to use her in my evening antics. I figured the best way to do so was to be up front and see how she reacted.

“Okay, you know how you like to play dress-up on these outings? You look good tonight, by the way.”

Simone smiled. “I am Debby tonight, and are you trying to hit on me, Evie? I mean, I have kissed a girl before. But I’m not that into it. For you though…” She closed her eyes and leaned towards me with puckered lips.

“Come on, Simone! I’m being serious here,” I said, exasperated and not a little curious how she’d respond when I dropped the other shoe. I cleared my throat, “Tonight, I am also going incognito.”

Simone’s eyes popped open and her mouth made a little O of surprise. And then she grinned. “Really? How cool. But why?”

“We have a job to do,” I said, reaching into the backseat for the duffle bag holding my wig and some other stuff.

“A job? What the fuck are you talking about?”

Here goes nothing. “The guy who owns this restaurant is, well, not a nice guy. He knew Nick, and he was out to get him because he claims Nick stole his fish taco recipe.”

Simone frowned, and then laughed out loud. “You gotta be kidding me! That is so lame.”

“It is, I agree. The thing is, this guy, George Hernandez, and this other guy, Pietro SanGiacomo, who is some kind of bookie and who also had it out for Nick, are involved in something shady together. I think they may have had Nick killed or, I don’t know, I just need some answers and you get to help me.”

Simone eyed me for a long minute. “Priceless,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Should I start calling you Sherlock now?”

“Look, are you in or not?” I didn’t want to spend the rest of the evening in my VW being insulted. I had a job to do.

“Yeah, okay. I’m in. But if this was the plan all along, why didn’t you just spit it out in the first place? I mean, you didn’t have to try and persuade me to go to this place instead of Denny’s … you could have just told me your plans.”

“You’re right, Simone. I’m sorry. I just … I guess I thought I had to get you here first and you’d be more open to helping me out once we arrived.”

Simone rolled her eyes but she was smiling too. “Whatever. So, what’s the plan?”

“We go in. We eat. You be Debby and I’ll be, uh, Chantal.”

“Chantal?!” Simone barked out a laugh. “You do realize that’s a total porn name, right?”

I didn’t bother responding. “There’s an office upstairs above the restaurant. When you are paying the bill, I am going to get up and act like I’m going to the bathroom. I need you to create some kind of distraction so no one sees me go up the stairs and into George’s office. Give it about ten minutes, then head out to the van and wait for me.”

We spent the next few minutes donning our disguises and once everything was in place, Debby and Chantal, two friends on the town, stepped out of a beat-up VW and made their way to Jorge’s for dinner.

An hour or so and a margarita later, we were finishing up a tasty plate of tacos and enchiladas. I had not seen George or Pietro and figured it was a positive sign. The waitress (thankfully, not the same one from the last time I’d been here) dropped the check off at the table. I leaned across towards Simone.

“You still up for this?” I asked in a lowered voice.

“Hell, yes!”

Simone put the credit card in the bill folder and I waited until I noticed the waitress making her way back to our table before I got up to leave. As I headed toward the stairs, I heard Simone say, “You overcharged me!”

I quickly glanced around and headed up the stairs. So far so good. First, I’d try the office I had heard Pietro and George in before. Of course it was locked, but I had a trick up my sleeve, one I could thank my big sister, Hannah, for teaching me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the necessary item …