Death By Diamonds Part 19

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Nick picked up his cell phone. "Brad," he said, "I got a lead on an Armani trench coat in Dominique DeLong's house, stored with her vintage clothes. Want to pick it up there and get some forensics done on it?"

Nick listened for a minute, his face pensive. "Anonymous tip. Sorry." He listened again. "Okay, good."

Nick clapped his phone shut. "A friend on the NYPD is sending a man for it right now."

I called Kyle to let him know the police were coming for the trench coat.

"Good, we can tell Werner that I saw the man's coat at Dom's, and by the size of it, I knew it didn't belong to her publicized lover, Gregor Zukovski."



Nick filled himself a plate and came to sit beside me on the fainting couch.

"You should have asked Brad if they had any leads or prime suspects, or even if they've made an arrest."

"Their prime suspects are obvious and weak: the chef, the understudy, and the ex-husband."

"I suspected them, too," I admitted. "But Werner agrees with you. They're weak. That's why I like having him to bounce ideas off of."

Nick wiped a bit of sauce off my chin and licked it off his finger.

Oy, I needed to get away from this man.

"Don't eat so fast," Nick said. "You'll get indigestion."

I'd always been a nervous eater.

"Try this." He fed me a forkful of lemon chicken.

It was like Chinese foreplay.

"So," he said, "Dominique suspected the diamonds would be stolen because she'd been approached by Deep Throat to steal them, which is probably why you saw her using decoy gems in another vision. Is that right?"

"Right. And you're going to call the New York police and the FBI to see what they know before we get together with Werner, tonight, right?"

"I hate it when you're all business, ladybug."

I stood. "You'd better be civil tonight, though Werner told me that you apologized."

"You just got home last night. How did you know?"

"You're giving me the third degree, again."

Nick put down his plate. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not the jealous type."

"It's like the frickin' pheromone wars," I said not quite beneath my breath. "And I'm caught in the crossfire."

"What?" Nick looked up, his hand combed halfway through his hair, his mind miles away.

"Nothing." I had just figured out that Werner had a dangerous set of those s.e.xy little pheromone suckers himself.

Thirty-eight.

I can't afford a whole new set of enemies.

-CECIL BEATON "When Werner picked me up at the train station last night, he told me that you apologized," I said. "I'm glad. No need to pout."

"I am not pouting."

I laughed. "You're hard to frazzle," I paraphrased from the Grinch, "but I did my best, and that's your problem."

Nick's eyes twinkled. "It's because I'm green, isn't it?"

And with that perfectly executed Grinch quote, the angst between us eased.

"I'm glad your safe room stayed safe. Maybe Phoebe and the guys were right. Somebody thinks the diamonds are in the dress box or on the dress. Somebody besides Phoebe, Lance, or Zachary. They were in Mystick Falls the day the dress arrived at my store, but somebody else must have followed me and saw that I left the box at your house." I s.h.i.+vered.

"Who are Phoebe, Lance, and Zachary?"

"Phoebe was Dom's girl Friday. Zach is Kyle's friend. Lance is Zach's brother and was Dom's leading man. They got Dom's dress to me that morning. At the cemetery, after Dom's service, I figured out that they were my delivery man and customers in disguise."

"Any of their voices fit the phone threat?"

"No, the caller used a voice modulator."

"I'm sorry, but you did need a bodyguard in New York. Sending Werner was a good idea."

"Don't go there. He told me why you sent him."

"To keep you out of harm's way, as well as out of trouble, I swear."

"Don't perjure yourself." I took another helping of pad Thai noodles, pure comfort food. "My dad told me that somebody actually succeeded in breaking into your house but that the gown I made for Dominique is still in your safe room, but what about your things? Did anything of yours get stolen?"

"Between the police watching the place and the silent alarm, the guy barely got in before he was getting out. My neighbors saw an older guy in the area, red plaid flannel s.h.i.+rt, navy thermal vest, salt-and-pepper hair."

"I'm so sorry that storing my dress at your place got you into trouble. It's time to stand on my own. I'll have a cold storage room put in upstairs as soon as possible, with an alarm of its own."

"Mad, I like you keeping your stuff at my place."

When had he gotten this close?

"Not a good idea," I said, "especially since we're off again." I put my empty plate down and went to look beneath my counter for my chocolate stash. The bowl was empty.

Problem was, with me behind my counter, Nick had followed and boxed me in. And he kept coming closer.

Where was a cold shower when you needed one?

My doorbell rang.

"Oops. Lunch hour's over. Customers!" I pushed my way around him and unlocked the door to Dolly and Ethel Sweet. This required hugs all around. I'd never been so happy to see them.

Nick said h.e.l.lo to them and good-bye to me.

"We didn't mean to interrupt anything, cupcake," Dolly said with a giggle and a wink.

Ethel, the younger Sweet, at eighty, started cleaning up the remains of lunch. Dolly, her centenarian mother-in-law, looked around, gave a cheeky grin, and followed Dante, the ghost, a man that only she and I could see, down the rows of nooks until she disappeared behind him in Vive La Paris, the fas.h.i.+on nook farthest from us.

Later, after Ethel had refolded my shelf stock, and Dolly returned giddy and pink-cheeked from her a.s.signation with the ghost she'd had an affair with last century, I asked her to make a margarita pie for me to bring to Nick's that night.

"I don't know, cupcake," Dolly said, "that pie's a lot of work."

"Mama, it is not," Ethel said, scandalized. Dolly made a habit of scandalizing her daughter- in-law. It was one of her favorite sports.

"I'll pay you," I said.

"What do I care? I'm rich and too old to spend what I've got."

"Watch it," Dante warned me, chuckling. "She wants something."

Didn't I know it. "If not money, what do you want to trade for the pie?"

"I want to model one of Dominique DeLong's vintage dresses during the fas.h.i.+on show you're giving for her charities. And if George Clooney is there, I want an introduction . . . and a kiss."

"Whoa," Dante said.

"Hey," the plucky centenarian said. "I'm still alive."

Dante winked. "You certainly are."

Thirty-nine.

Fas.h.i.+on design is a functional art. It's an art you can actually touch and feel and interact with and not be afraid to wear.

-REBECCA TURBOW That night, Werner showed up at Nick's with three six-packs of Dos Equis, and I was happy to tempt the two pheromone spritzers with margarita pie.

Things were strained, at first, because of that show-down in Dom's bedroom, Nick versus Werner, but the beer, and the extra dose of tequila in the pie, chilled us out by the time we took out our notes.

The two men agreed that I should go first, and since they agreed, I did, too.

"I'm not going to bore you by repeating what we all saw together," I said, "but I will share a few of my personal observations and deductions, if you don't mind."

Nick tilted his head and Werner remained poker-faced.

"First of all, Kyle told me a little while ago that Zander Pollock, Dominique's personal chef, showed up to pack his bags and move out of his apartment there. He'd been a prime suspect but when the medical examiner's official report came in, it proved that no peanuts were found in Dom's stomach, so we can cross Pollock off our lists.

"He was never on mine," Werner said.

Nick shrugged. "Mine, either."

"So glad you two agree on something. But it seems to me that if a cook wanted to kill someone, he wouldn't do it with food he cooked himself. He could have killed her some other way."

Nick raised his bottle of beer. "Mad one, Nick and Werner zero!"

Werner tapped Nick's bottle with his and they both drank to me.

"Are you mocking me?" I asked.

"Great beer," Nick said.

Okay, so they agreed on two things. But were they ganging up on me and when had I gone paranoid? When I kissed one and was procrastinating about telling the other?

I shook away the ridiculous thought. "Nick, since the medical report has come in, what did you find out when you called the police and FBI this afternoon?"

Did Nick cringe? "They're doing a sound a.n.a.lysis on your threatening phone call. I hope you got another phone."

"I've got Dad's for now, thanks. Anything else? Any new suspects?"

"Our suspects pretty much clammed up on the phone," Nick said. "I'm more charming in person."

Werner's bottle hit the table. "Not always."

"Stop it," I said, cutting them off at the pa.s.s. "Did either of you notice Ian DeLong's crooked baby finger?"

Werner chuckled and Nick shook his head.

"Okay. I get it. You don't look at other men. Well, I do, and here's the scoop. Ursula Uxbridge has the same crooked baby finger, same hand, same shape as Ian DeLong. Galina Lockhart is her mother. My guess is that Ian cheated on Dominique with Galina and that Ursula Uxbridge, Dom's understudy, is their love child."

"Your point?" Nick asked. "This isn't a soap opera."

"Her point," Werner said, "is motive. Galina's motive would be jealousy. She's known for despising Dominique. Getting Dom out of the way would be a powerful motive for her own acting career, not to mention getting her daughter the starring role in Diamond Sands as an added bonus."

I nodded. "Right in one, Detective."

Nick crossed his arms, and the look he gave me s.h.i.+vered me to my toes, warm bedroom eyes full of promise. "Jealousy is powerful," he said. "Makes people do stupid things."

"Apology accepted." I nodded and flipped the page on my notebook. "What about Gregor? Was he working on his own do you think? Or was he getting what he thought were the diamonds out of the country for himself and a few partners?"

Werner ruminated on that.

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