by Diane Bator
Happy's expression darkened. "Watch out for that one. I know him. He is a devil."
"Mick?"
"Him too. I mean Yoshida. " Happy cast a glare out the window toward the school. "If you do not do what he says, he makes your life miserable. Nothing makes that one happy. He is a danger. Go home, heal your body, and stay away from that school."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"What a crazy, stupid week." Gilda filled another small bag with ice, clutched it to her aching face, then sprawled on the couch, eyes closed. As soon as she had relaxed and drifted off to sleep, her phone rang.
"You busy?" Mick asked. "I need you to meet me at the school."
"Right now? Why?" She wiped drool off her cheek.
"Now, Gilda." He hung up without waiting for an answer.
Unwilling to get off the couch, she groaned. Her whole body hurt. She grumbled about giving up karate and threw the ice pack in the freezer, then grabbed a water bottle and shuffled to the karate school. The door was unlocked, and the lights were all on. So far, so good.
"Fine, I'm here." She called out. "What do you want?"
Around the corner, Mick, Erik, Xavier, and Razi sat in Mick's office. All four appeared somber, yet anxious, and avoided looking her in the eye.
Her stomach did three cartwheels. "This looks like some kind of intervention."
"In a way, it is." Mick cleared his throat and motioned to an empty chair. "We're all worried about you playing Gilda Wright, P.I."
Her heart sank as she sat. "Did Jade call you? Honestly, I didn't mean to be rude to her in Happy's. She makes me nervous, and I babble and say the wrong things."
Concerned glances darted across the room, and then they all shook their heads in weird, prerehearsed unison.
"Actually, Mrs. Watson called," Mick said. "Her grandson saw someone lurking around the karate school late last night and called the cops. Thayer admitted he caught you."
"I wasn't lurking." Skulking maybe. "I wanted to see if there was another way in or out of the school. People saw Mick leave that day but never saw anyone else come or go until I arrived."
Erik sneered. "Did you find a top secret entrance?"
"No secrets. Just the back entrance that looks like someone tried to pry it open, and a cat who jumped down out of nowhere," she said. "Is there an opening to a vent or anything up there?"
"Nothing I know of." Mick flinched. "The door's old news. Some kids tried to break in last winter. I fixed the worst of the damage, but it's still warped where they tried to get in."
Xavier took her hand. "Look, honey, we all like you, and none of us wants to see you get hurt. Do us all a favor and leave the detective work to that sorry excuse for a cop."
"Who?" she asked.
"Thayer." Mick studied the desk top. "Has he interviewed all of you yet?"
Razi nodded. "Yes."
"Unfortunately." Erik rolled his eyes. "The guy has rocks for brains. At least he's got a good partner."
Gilda wasn't about to argue, since she held the same opinion.
"Twice," Xavier said. "Once about Walter, and once about the dent in my bumper."
She recalled the damage to the pole out back and the chips of silver paint. "Do you always park in back?"
Xavier's face reddened. "Have you been talking to Thayer? That's exactly what he asked. I told him Erik parks there more than I do."
"You told him that?" Erik asked. "Man, he said he had some hokey evidence I was guilty. He made it sound like he had a video tape of me smashing into a sign and taking down half the bloody building."
Gilda tried to make her explanation sound as innocent as possible. "He and I saw the same scraped post and thought one of you hit it."
Erik's nostrils flared. "So you think I killed Walter, ran out the backdoor, then hit the post before I left."
"It's possible," she said.
"Well, I didn't hit anything. That scrape came from a black car that backed into me at the grocery store," Erik said. "Xavier's car has a dent and scrape in the side too, you know. I know for a fact he hit something in the back lot. I saw it happen."
Mick stood. "Let's go take a look. You can tell us what you saw."
"Forget it. I need to go." Erik groaned. "I have other things to attend to."
"We all do." Mick's nostrils flared. "We're going to check out the post and help Gilda get over this need to solve a murder without serious help."
"Mental or police?" Erik asked.
Mick pressed his lips together but didn't answer.
Gilda scowled. "If you mean I should work with Thayer, forget it." When the others raised eyebrows, her face burned. "It's no secret he and I used to date. He's a jerk."
"You're not helping yourself here, Sherlock." Mick led them all to the alley via the back door. "Show us what you found?"
Gilda crouched in front of the post near the corner of the building. "This one. There's a gouge and flecks of silver paint in it."
"Should we call CSI?" Xavier asked. "I'm sure they can prove by the angle of the gouge, the color of the paint, and the phase of the moon that my car hit that sign when I pulled in, then hit this post right after I killed Walter Levy."
"Sounds right," Erik said.
Gilda didn't bother to mention the dent in the sign. "Knock it off."
"Hey," Xavier went on. "If they weigh my car, I'll bet they can even prove I lost three pounds training Tuesday night and had Jimmy Hoffa's body in the trunk. Do you think they can figure out where I buried him?"
Mick stepped between them. "That's enough, both of you. We're not here to accuse anyone. Right, Gilda?"
She winced. Not without proof and reinforcements, anyway. "You're right. It's all speculation."
Razi paused to examine the door, then seemed to shrug the damage off and headed back inside without a word.
"I gotta go, kids," Erik said. "This was fun. Let's do this again sometime. Maybe next time we can bring booze and dates and make it a party."
Xavier glared at Gilda then stormed down the alley out of sight.
Gilda closed her eyes. She'd suffered a stomach ache for at least a week before Walter died. Had Xavier tried to poison her more than once in preparation for Walter's demise? "I know he's mad, but what if I'm right?"
Mick draped his arm across her shoulders. He smelled like coffee. "Then I think you'd better sleep with one eye open."
"Great." She pushed him away and headed back into the school.
Inside, Razi stood next to her desk while Marion paced and spun a half turn at each end of the lobby while gnawing on her thumbnail. When she saw Gilda, she caught her in a hug and dragged her halfway across the room. "I should have said something sooner. Now I don't know what to do."
Gilda frowned. "About what? What's going on?"
"Remember the day Walter died?" Marion asked. "I think I saw his killer."
Gilda gasped and stared, wide-eyed. "You couldn't have. You were in your office when I called 9-1-1."
"I mean before that when I was on my way to work." Marion clutched Gilda's shoulders. "I drove past the school. When I saw Sensei Mick come out, I had to stare. I mean, what's not to like, right?"
"What else did you see?"
Marion blushed. "I followed Mick for two blocks then realized I was going the wrong way, so I turned around. That's when I saw the killer go inside the school."
Mick lunged toward them. "Who?"
"Walter's wife." Marion's eyes widened.
Gilda gulped. "Jade? That would make her the last person to see her husband alive, but she's so little. Is she strong enough?"
"Oh yeah." Mick's face reddened.
"I do not speak gossip." Razi bowed his head.
Gilda pulled out of Marion's grip. "What do you guys know?"
Mick pressed his lips shut and motioned for Marion to leave.
"Oh no. I want to know what's going on." She folded her arms across her ample chest. "If Gilda's staying, so am I."
"There's enough gossip going around to
wn already," Mick said. "Go home."
Taller than Mick, Marion folded her arms across her chest. "Make me."
When Razi moved toward her, Marion squeaked, threw her hands in the air, and left the building. He locked the door behind her.
Gilda stared at Mick, her mouth agape. "Start talking."
He bowed his head. "Walter told us stories, locker room kind of, but nobody believed him. Then I went to tell Jade about Walter and Chloe, and she…she's a wild cat."
"Enough to tear the changing room apart?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah." Razi nodded.
"You too? Eww. I need a vat of hand sanitizer." Gilda cringed. She sat behind her desk and covered her face with both hands.
"From what I hear, martial artists get her mojo all worked up." Mick leaned on her desk. "I don't think Xavier or Erik are really her type though. You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you? Especially not Marion."
"What would I say that wouldn't make Jade look bad?" Gilda asked.
He stared at the floor. "If she had wild, crazy monkey sex with Walter first, she could've easily skewered him with a katana. The guy wouldn't be able to move."
"Way too much information," Gilda said.
Razi leaned on the desk. "What if she only came into the school to let someone else in the back door?"
"An accomplice?" Her stomach ached. The man in the yellow robe. "It's possible. Maybe she has a lover."
"Unless it's a woman," Mick said. "Walter had some issues of his own with being faithful. Maybe a jealous wife wanted payback."
"Why kill Walter, not Jade?" she asked.
"Maybe they wanted her to suffer." Mick sat in the seat beside her. "You heard Walter had been a high school teacher and Jade was his student."
"I heard." She stared at her computer screen. "Did you know all along you had a child molester teaching children in your school?"
Mick sighed. "Gilda, he fell in love with her and—"
"I cannot listen to this nonsense," Razi said.
Mick made a face. "We've been over this. He was never unsupervised."
"He was always unsupervised," Razi insisted.
He shook his head. "Gilda was here."
"Don't put that on me," she said. "I had nothing to do with what Walter did. You let him teach. You should have been here."
Mick's nostrils flared. "Of course everything's on me. I didn't have any control over any of this either, lady. You, Walter, Yoshida, Erik, Chloe, you can all just go jump in the lake." He stormed out the front door, leaving Razi and Gilda to stare at each other in stunned silence.
"I think our meeting is over." Razi locked the door then walked her home. "I hope you will not repeat what you heard. It could be very embarrassing."
"Our students would all cancel their memberships if they found out."
He nodded. "They would also not like the way Yoshida acted in class the other night. Particularly toward you."
She would have to do some serious damage control before things got worse. Maybe it was time to listen to the gossip. "So what happened after I went home that night? Did he kick you out too?"
"I went home," Razi said. "All I can say is that things did not go the way Sensei Mick planned."
"What do you mean?" she asked. "Did he tell you what happened?"
"Good night, Miss Wright." He left her at her front gate, alone in the dark, and walked away without giving her an answer.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Gilda walked up her front sidewalk in the semidarkness with a vague, uneasy feeling. She hadn't noticed Gary or his car along the street, yet the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as though something was out of place.
Ahead on the front porch, someone moved, and a flame flared to life. Chloe lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and blew a stream of smoke toward Gilda before she doused the lighter. "About time you got home. I've been sitting here half an hour. I always thought you could do better than dating Razi."
Gilda started to apologize, then reconsidered. "What do you want?"
"You don't have to sound so hostile." She shifted in the lumpy wicker chair and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "You really need better furniture. You get this at a garage sale or something?"
"It was my grandmother's." Gilda climbed the steps and waited.
Chloe took another drag and blew out the smoke. "I know you and Mick hang out a lot, but don't get too familiar. He's mine."
"I heard you guys broke up."
"You're a good secretary, but that's where his adoration ends. I'm the one with the looks, the brains, and the money." The cigarette glowed before Chloe released a long breath. "I used to be a bikini model. I'm a trophy. You're nothing."
Gilda, self-esteem at a new all-time low, pulled out her keys. "I'm going to bed, so I'd appreciate it if you left."
"Oh, I will," Chloe said. "Right after I warn you to stay away from my father too."
"Your father?" Her entire body tensed.
Chloe stood and teetered in her four-inch spike heels. Without the heels, she was Gilda's height. "I've heard rumors you and my father are having a fling, and I want it to stop. I won't have you ruining his good name."
"Are you serious?" Gilda gagged as smoke wafted into her face. Gary del Garda had established his "good name" long before she was ever born. "I am not having, nor would I ever have, an affair with your dad. I do have some standards."
"What's wrong with my dad?" Chloe asked.
He's twice my age. He's a criminal. He's stalking me. Take your pick. Gilda sighed. "Nothing. He's a nice guy, but he's not my type."
"Good." She gazed toward the street and tapped her toe on the porch.
Gilda shifted her weight, longing for an ice pack. "Is there something else bothering you, or can I go about my business?"
"Yeah," she said. "Tell that old Japanese dude to stay away from me."
"Yoshida?"
"Yeah. Him. Every time he's in town, Mick insists we take him to dinner. I usually get out of it, but lately he's been hanging around town a lot more. The other day, I bumped into him in the grocery store of, all places."
Gilda frowned. "What was he doing there?"
"Probably getting food while he was in town. That's why I was there." Chloe took one last puff on her cigarette then buried the butt in the planter full of marigolds. She walked down the front path and to the left around the corner. Seconds later, the Ferrari's engine roared to life and faded into the night.
"Stay away from Mick and Gary, and keep Yoshida away from Chloe." Gilda unlocked the front door. "Sounds easy enough."
CHAPTER NINETEEN
With more thoughts rolling through her head the next morning than flowers in her garden, Gilda gave up forcing her focus on paperwork. She changed clothes and wandered among the peonies and daylilies out front. Between the funeral and playing detective, her yard had been neglected due to all the interruptions over the past few days, and pulling weeds would help clear her mind and relax her.
The guys were right. She needed to let Thayer do his job since that was why the town paid him. At least hiding in her garden would keep her away from Gary and Mick, like Chloe asked. From somewhere beyond the white picket fence, a car door closed and footsteps drew closer. She cringed, wanting to be left alone.
Thayer leaned on the gate without bothering to push up his sunglasses. "Do you have a few minutes to chat?"
She dropped her attention back to the marigolds and bachelor buttons. "I'm busy."
"So am I." He opened the gate and walked to the front steps. He sat on the third step, his face drawn and hair rumpled. "But I could use your help to solve the murder of your coworker."
"No, you want me to rat out my friends." She sat back on her heels and took a stern look at him. Dark circles surrounded his eyes, and his skin seemed more sallow than usual. She sighed and allowed an inkling of sympathy to emerge. "When's the last time you slept?"
"Which day was Walter killed?" He bowed his head and pinched the bridge of his
nose between his fingers. "Sorry. What's going on with everyone at the karate place?"
Her jaw tightened. "It's a school, and I'm not one to gossip."
"That's good, because I want the truth," he said. "I was in Café Beanz earlier and heard all the gossip I can stomach and even more that I couldn't. I just want the real story."
A trickle of sweat slid down Gilda's spine like a cold finger. "What kind of gossip?"
"I thought you didn't like to gossip?"
She scowled. "Look, Thayer, you and I have one common goal. To sort fact from fiction and figure out who killed Walter. If you want my help, you need to tell me what you know."
He rested his forearms on his knees. "Since that's not going to happen, you have to tell me what you know about Walter."
"He was a karate instructor, worked at the cheese factory, had a wife, three kids, and grandkids, and everyone loved him as a teacher."
"Everyone?" Thayer rubbed his bloodshot left eye. "You do know how he met Jade, don't you?"
She clamped her lips together and looked away.
He pulled out his handcuffs and lunged toward her. "Stop being childish. I know to you this is all a game. You just want to see how frustrated I'll get."
"No, I—"
Thayer stood in front of her with his hands on his hips. "Let's make this clear. If you don't tell me what you know, I'll take you to the station and lock you up. If Mick wants you back, he'll have to bail you out."
"And you'd arrest me for what exactly?" she asked.
"Interfering in an ongoing investigation. Withholding information. Being a pain in the ass. Take your pick." The handcuffs dangled at his side and gleamed in the sunshine as they swayed.
She folded her arms across her chest. "Fine. I get the point. Walter was a high school teacher who fell in love with one of his students. He left his wife, three kids, and his teaching career to marry Jade, and then they had three kids and moved here. Last I heard, he worked full time as a foreman at the goat cheese factory and part time at Yoshida's."
"Better." Thayer's shoulders relaxed. "Who taught his classes when he wasn't there?"
"No one," she said, wishing Gary would choose now to make an appearance. "Walter's rarely ever taken a sick day while I've worked there. He's hardly ever missed a class, except when his oldest daughter got married last fall. Then Mick looked after his classes."
