by Theresa Weir
“I don’t need your pity.” Tom looked away, not wanting to see it in the woman’s face, not wanting to revisit that pain in himself.
“I know that,” Armani countered, suddenly all-business. “What you need to do is admit you’re lonely and let someone in.”
Tom shook his head. “I don’t think that’s in the cards.”
Armani smiled at him, a hint of devil in her gaze. “Have you ever heard that saying, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?”
He nodded.
“Well I suspect that the way to your woman’s heart is through her dog. Dogs have this sense. Not as good as mine, but pretty good, and from what Jane says, that dog of hers has done its best to invite you in.”
“You want me to adopt the dog?”
“What I want you to do, Tarzan,” Armani said, getting to her feet and shuffling to the door, “is to show your Jane just how solid you are.”
With a wink, she let herself out, leaving Tom to contemplate her suggestion.
* * *
Since she couldn’t sleep, Jane went to work early the next morning, deciding to start with Marshmallow. After feeding the Maltese, she took her for a quick walk. While they were out, she stopped by the Schroder’s house since Astrid was at the end of the driveway. The older woman was still in her bathrobe, picking up the newspaper.
“Good morning, Mrs. Schroder.”
“Good morning, dear.” The older woman’s face broke into a wide smile. “Is that Marshmallow?’
The dog yipped, confirming her name and stood up, resting her front paws on Astrid so she’d pet her.
“Down, Marshamallow,” Jane ordered, not wanting the white robe to be covered with muddy paw prints.
“Oh, it’s okay,” Astrid cooed, bending down so that Marshmallow could lick the tip of her nose. “I don’t mind puppy kisses.”
“The animal shelter is having an adoption fair,” Jane said, watching the exchange. “I left the flyer for you.”
“Thank you, my dear,” Astrid smiled. “That was very kind of you. We’ve marked the date.”
“That’s wonderful,” Jane beamed. “Now if you’ll excuse us, I must go on with my rounds.”
“Of course.” Astrid gave Marshmallow an extra pat on the head before she straightened.
“Have a good day, Mrs. Schroder.”
“I will as soon as the locksmith is done.”
“I’m sure that will give you some peace of mind,” Jane said kindly.
“Not as much as it would have if there was still a locksmith in the neighborhood I knew,” she remarked, tapping the newspaper against the side of her leg. “Not that I’d ever use that man again,” she muttered, marching back toward her house. “Not after what he did.”
Jane was about to ask her what she meant when she spotted a dogless Dianne stomping toward her.
Jane immediately turned and headed back to Marshmallow’s house, in no mood to put up with the other dog walker.
But Dianne was too fast for her since Jane could only walk as fast as the Maltese could run.
“What are you doing here?” Dianne demanded.
Jane pointed to Marshmallow. “Looks pretty self-explanatory to me.”
“You can’t keep honing in on my territory like this,” Dianne griped. “I have mouths to feed at home, you know.”
Actually, Jane hadn’t known that. “There’s plenty of work for both of us,” she soothed.
Dianne would have none of it. “You’re poaching my clients.”
“The client approached me,” Jane said tiredly. She thought she was in for a long argument with the other woman, but Dianne peered over her shoulder, harrumphed loudly, spun on her heel, and took off.
Jane turned to see who her savior was and spotted Mindy, the Haviland’s nanny rushing toward her. The frown on the woman’s usually cheery face had Jane bracing herself for more bad news.
“That girl forgot her homework again,” Mindy griped as soon as she was within earshot, referring to the Havilands’ only daughter. “I’m not getting paid enough to have to walk everywhere.”
“Of course not,” Jane soothed.
Mindy stopped to hand Marshmallow a treat. She offered Jane a cookie too, but Jane declined with a polite smile and a shake of her head.
Shrugging, Mindy ate it instead. “If Mrs. H. doesn’t get her car back soon, I may have to give my notice.”
“That’s too bad. I know the kids are really fond of you.”
Mindy frowned. “I’m just blowing off steam. I wouldn’t leave them now. Not after what their father did.”
Jane, who usually did her best to avoid gossip, thought of Ruby’s request to help the investigation and found herself asking, “What did Mr. Haviland do?”
“He cleared out the bank accounts, packed up everything of value, and then skedaddled, leaving Mrs. H. in quite the bind.”
Jane nodded sympathetically.
“Well, gotta deliver the homework.” For emphasis Mindy waved the backpack she carried. She trundled off.
She was almost out of earshot when Jane yelled, “Hey, Mindy?”
“Yeah?”
“What did Mr. Haviland do for a living?”
“He was a locksmith. He always used to say, ‘I sure could pick ’em.’” With a chuckle, Mindy hurried off.
Jane looked down at Marshmallow. “I do believe that Ruby was right after all. I think we just solved this case.”
On the way back to Marshmallow’s house, Jane decided what her next step should be. It was a pretty easy decision considering Armani had already told her what she needed to do.
* * *
Tom was reading over the record of Graham the handyman, which consisted of one speeding ticket and two parking tickets, all of which he’d paid promptly, when his cellphone buzzed.
Seeing Jane’s name on the display, his heart raced and hope ballooned in his chest. He snatched up his phone. “Hello? Jane, I’m so glad you called—”
“I’m calling about your case,” Jane interrupted coolly.
Tom flinched as she iced him out. “I want to explain about—”
“Your friend Brady explained just fine,” she bulldozed, making sure he didn’t get to finish his sentence. “Thank you for returning my purse by the way.”
“You’re welcome. Listen—”
“Did you know that Mr. Haviland was a locksmith and apparently did a lot of work for his neighbors?”
“Who?”
“Mr. Haviland. Of course he’s flown the coop, so it’s just Mrs. Haviland and her four kids.”
“So you think the person committing the burglaries is this Haviland guy?”
“No. I think Mrs. Haviland is the thief.”
“Why?”
Jane sighed. “Because of the reason we met.”
She changed gears so quickly, it took Tom a beat to figure out what she was talking about. “Armani?”
“I called Armani to report my car had been sideswiped. Mrs. Haviland has been without a car for the same amount of time I have. You figure it out.”
Before he could say another word, she hung up on him.
Tom frowned at his phone, unsure of how to proceed. Part of him wanted to call her back and beg her forgiveness, but the other part of him was intrigued. Had she actually solved the case?
Deciding it would be easier to clear the air with Jane if the case was settled, he opted for looking into the Havilands.
First, he needed a little help from Armani. When he told her he was trying to win his way back into Jane’s good graces, she was kind enough to tell him which body shop Jane’s car was being repaired at. He knew he’d found her car in the shop’s lot when he spotted all of the “I Brake for Animals” and “Support Pet Adoption” stickers on the rear bumper. The driver’s side was smashed in and an angry scratch of green paint had been scraped into the silver sedan.
With a little digging, he figured out where he could find Mrs. Haviland’s SUV at a different auto shop waiting to b
e repaired. He found it immediately in the crowded lot because it was the same green as the smear that marred Jane’s car.
The damage to Jane’s sedan had been sideswiped by the vehicle owned by Mrs. Haviland.
“So why didn’t you leave a note?” Tom muttered, staring at the banged up SUV.
“Help you, mister?” A mechanic in a paint-splattered uniform strolled over.
“Do you know when this SUV was brought in?”
“Last Thursday. I know because I take my son to the diner for waffles on Thursdays before school. She was here when I came in to open.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah, I remember cuz the woman freaked out a little when I told her it’d take close to a week to get to her since I was already swamped with work.” He waved a hand to encompass his overflowing lot.
“Okay, thanks.” Tom walked away knowing that Thursday was the key. The second robbery, which had included the theft of some heavy sculptures, had occurred late Wednesday or early Thursday.
If the Haviland woman had stolen the sculptures but dropped off her car early, chances were she’d stashed the art somewhere. If Tom could find it, then maybe he could clear things up with Jane.
Energized by that thought, he went back to his office to do some P.I. work, which basically consisted of a couple of hours of intense computer time.
When he was sure that he and Jane were right regarding Mrs. Haviland, he called the lead police detective on the case and laid out the evidence for him.
Then he went to Aunt Ruby to tell her the good news before a squad car picked up Mrs. Haviland, carted her away, and set the neighborhood grapevine afire with the news.
Just as he had since he was fifteen, he buzzed Ruby’s doorbell three times in quick succession and let himself in. “You might consider locking your door considering you’re in the midst of a crime wave,” he called as stepped into the house.
“In the dining room,” Ruby yelled back.
“So good news,” Tom said, rounding the corner into the dining room. “I—”
The next words died on his tongue when he spotted Jane sitting at the table across from Ruby. The empty teacups indicated they’d been there for a while. Tom went cold as he realized they could have been talking about him. He felt the blood rush from his face.
“Hello, nephew,” Ruby said, not bothering to hide her amusement at his awkward predicament.
Tom ignored her. “Hello, Jane.”
She lifted her chin defiantly as though his speaking her name was an insult.
“You were right,” he added hurriedly. “About Mrs. Haviland. The police are going to question her now.”
Jane frowned. “You make it sound like that’s some sort of win.”
Ruby looked back and forth between them like their conversation was a bouncing ping pong ball.
Not understanding why Jane wasn’t happier, Tom said stubbornly, “You solved the case.”
“Which will probably result in the mother of four children being left fatherless and motherless now that their mom will go to jail.” Jane got to her feet.
“Jane, I’m sorry I screwed up.”
She fixed him with a hard work. “Fool me once,” she recited coolly, “shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”
“It’s not like that,” Tom argued.
Jane dipped her chin toward his aunt. “Thank you for the tea, Ruby.”
Without sparing him a look, Jane, head held high, marched away.
“You’re an idiot, Thomas,” Ruby chastised gently.
“I know,” he said, rushing to the window to watch the woman he loved walk out of his life.
Chapter 15
The corners of Jane’s mouth ached from keeping her smile pinned in place for so many hours.
To keep her mind occupied with something other than Tom, Jane had thrown herself into the last-minute preparation for the adoption fair.
So far the day was a major success with a big turnout, quite a bit of money raised in cash donations, and the successful pairings of many pets and their new fur-ever homes. She now found herself sitting on an uncomfortable folding chair in the adoption ring, a large circle lined with haystacks that smelled like manure, smiling at every stranger who peered inside to look at the remaining dogs. At the opposite side of the ring, fellow volunteer, Donna, introduced a black lab mix to a family with a young son.
She looked down at Calamity, who was huddled beneath another folding chair. The mutt looked almost as miserable as Jane felt.
She’d been miserable from the moment she’d found out Tom had lied to her, and since she couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him, she’d been miserable ever since.
Alyssa had told her she was better off, that most men, and all P.I.’s, couldn’t be trusted. When Jane had asked her friend why she hated private investigators so much, she muttered something about “personal experience” and changed the subject.
Jane was so miserable that she imagined she saw Tom’s face in the crowd of potential adopters. She blinked, but the mirage didn’t go away.
She blinked harder, but he was still there.
Her heartbeat sped up. She got to her feet as he swung open the door and entered the ring.
He strode toward her purposefully. “Jane, I—”
Jane barely saw the blur of brown that tripped him, and since he made no effort to save himself, she assumed Tom didn’t see it at all. One moment he was walking toward her, the next he fell head-over-heels, landing with a dull thud flat on his back on the ground.
“Are you okay?” Jane asked, hurrying over.
Before he could answer, Calamity leapt onto his chest and began excitedly licking his chest.
Since Tom laughed at her ministrations, Jane decided he couldn’t be too badly hurt.
“That’s him,” Donna whispered in her ear. “The perfect match. You have to make sure he takes her home.”
Jane nodded, realizing the other volunteer was right. Tom was the perfect match for Calamity, the dog no one else could get near.
She smiled ruefully as she realized that Armani’s matchmaking prediction had, in its own way, been right. Just not in the way anyone could have predicted.
As Tom got up and dusted himself off, Jane tried not to notice how good he looked in his jeans and polo shirt. He wasn’t the one for her. He was the one for her dog.
“Now I understand why she got her name,” Tom joked, scooping up the tail-wagging dog and cradling her against his cheek.
Jane smiled weakly, hoping he couldn’t see how miserable she was. “She growls at everyone else.”
“So you keep telling me.”
“You should take her home. The two of you are meant to be together.” Her voice cracked at the end and she looked away.
He put the dog back on the ground. “Stay,” he ordered sternly.
She sat immediately.
“Good girl.”
She beat her tail against the ground.
“So what do you say?” Jane asked. “Will you adopt her?”
“I’ve got a check and everything.” He pulled out a folded check to her. “I fell in love with her the first time I saw her.”
Jane nodded her approval. “I’m glad.”
“I fell in love with you outside of The Pudding Place.”
Jane blinked, speechless.
“And it scared me.” He stared at her intently as though hoping she’d see the truth of his words in his eyes. “That’s why I didn’t tell you what I really do for a living. You scared the crap out of me.”
“But why?”
“Because you made me feel alive for the first time in a long time and I was afraid of trusting that. Of trusting you.”
“Well now I don’t trust you,” she parried, desperate to protect her heart even though every instinct she had was screaming for her to throw herself into his arms.
“Look at the check, Jane.” He waved the paper at her.
She took it with trembling fingers. As she unfolded
it, she realized it was two pieces of paper. The first was made out to the shelter in the amount of the standard adoption fee. The second was a cashier’s check made out to her in the amount of $34,567.
The exact amount her Gerald had stolen from her.
She looked up at Tom, who was watching her carefully.
“How?” she asked.
“I figured out who your ex was and tracked him down.”
Jane felt tears prickle the back of her eyes.
“And he just handed this over?”
Tom shrugged eloquently. “I convinced him you deserved the chance to make your dream come true.”
Her chest swelled with gratitude. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her. “Thank you.”
“I believe in you, Jane. I always believed in you, even when you were my prime suspect.”
“How could you think—?”
Simultaneously they both said, “Dianne.”
Tom hung his head apologetically. “Sorry.”
“Me too.”
“Kiss him, you idiot,” a voice called from outside the ring.
Jane looked over at Armani, who was making a kissy face at them.
“Did you bring her?” Jane asked.
Tom shook his head.
“Kiss. Kiss,” another voice chimed in. Ruby stepped closer to the ring. “Don’t be an idiot, nephew. You know the girl is special.”
“Kiss,” the Schroders, proud new owners of a Beagle-Schnauzer mix yelled out.
“You can spend the rest of your lives making up,” Astrid added.
“Kiss. Kiss,” Armani urged.
“Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.” The nearby crowd chanted, following the matchmaker’s lead.
“Woof! Woof!” Calamity barked, echoing the sentiments of everyone.
Embarrassed by all the attention, Jane looked to Tom for help.
“Even the dog agrees,” he said, an amused twinkle in his eye.
“Your dog,” Jane corrected.
Tom cupped her cheeks in his hands. “Why don’t we make her our dog?”
Before she could answer, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed away any doubts she might have had. As his lips and tongue worked their magic, Jane forgot about being embarrassed. She forgot about the crowd watching them. She forgot to breathe.
