Death of a Jaded Samurai (24 page)

Gilda wanted to give him a hug and make all the scary thoughts disappear, but she had a feeling the fear wouldn't end anytime soon. Not until the killer was caught. "What do you want me to do in the meantime?"

"Keep your eyes and ears open, just in case," he said, with no smile, when he turned to face her. "And if you see Yoshida, run and hide."

Some instructor meetings Gilda never even found out about until later. This one, Mick not only invited her to but personally walked her down the street at eight that night. They wandered past the karate school and Ponderer's Point toward the far end of town where magnificent brick homes overlooked the lake.

"So, what exactly is going on?" She padded beside him in her rattan flip-flops, a beach towel draped around her neck.

"Black belt meeting." Brusque and vague, just as when he called after he'd sent her home from the school. He'd talked to Fabio and Thayer about the missing merchandise but hadn't said what they planned to do yet.

"Wearing bathing suits? Besides, I'm not even a black belt."

"So call it a staff meeting."

She stopped, sweaty and tired of matching his brisk pace. "Hey, you called me, pal, so stop being snippy. Are we late, or can we slow down before I lose my flip-flops?"

"Sorry," he said. "I'm a bit distracted."

"I'll bet you are. Meetings with Thayer always disorient me too, but that doesn't make me walk any faster." She caught up to him, and they resumed their walk up Main Street. "Do you mind telling me where we're going for this so-called staff meeting?"

"Razi's. We need to sort out a few things." He lowered his voice. "Like who I can trust, and what we should do next."

"You still don't trust me, do you?"

"Honey, you're the only one I know I can trust. That's why you're coming with me."

"So I'm kind of like your sidekick?" She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

Mick shrugged. "If that makes you happy."

"I can live with it."

Razi's plain white bungalow with dark-green shutters stood at the edge of the cliff along the shoreline. Rather than approach the front door, Mick led her to a side gate through a jungle of lush rhododendrons and ferns. They emerged in a backyard lined with flagstones that surrounded a stone barbecue and hot tub. Flat stones dotted a line to the far end of the yard.

"Whoa. This place is amazing." Gilda took a step back. Colored solar lights came on around the yard and twinkled like delicate fairies. She never knew Razi was such a devoted gardener or entertainer. The guys probably had meetings or parties here she'd never heard about. How had she missed out on that?

Razi bowed before them. "Welcome to my humble abode. I am glad you could join us."

Xavier stood next to a lounge chair, holding a beer bottle. A towel hung around his neck. "What's she doing here? I thought this was a black belt meeting."

Gilda's jaw dropped. "What are you doing here? You were supposed to turn yourself in to the police?"

"I took him to the hospital for his evaluation," Mick said, "Under the circumstances, it seemed a good idea you both be here, and Fabio gave me the okay."

"Why's she here? No one's hunting nosy receptionists." Xavier scoffed.

"No one but you." Gilda stood her ground. Was there something she'd missed since his last visit to her house?

"Leave her alone, Xavier," Mick said. "This affects her as much as it does us. We need to stick together and protect each other."

Gilda hung back in the shadows, her arms crossed over her belly. If any of the men made a move toward her, she'd make a run for the iron garden gate. They might be stronger and faster, but she was smaller and could duck beneath the foliage. The men would have to fight their way through the leaves.

As if reading her mind, Mick slid his arm across her back. "He's always a jackass after a couple drinks. Give him one more and he'll morph into a pussycat."

"What happens after four drinks?" she asked.

Mick grinned. "He'll either do anything anybody wants or pass out."

"Or get it into his head to kill someone." She stepped back behind the gate. "I'm not so sure this is a good idea. There are three of you and one of me. Throw in a hot tub and alcohol, and those aren't great odds. Xavier was right. Maybe it's best I leave."

"None of us would do anything to hurt you." He followed her into the shadows and slipped both arms around her. "If you want to leave, I'll take you home. If you stay, I'll make sure no one does anything stupid."

"Including you?" When she met his gaze, she instantly regretted the surge of heat that shot through her body.

"Especially me." Mick ran a finger across her jaw. "Don't you trust me?"

"I guess." Gilda really hoped that was true as he pulled her back into the yard and led her to the hot tub. Currently, she had a problem trusting anyone.

"Seems the gang's all here." Xavier cracked open another bottle. "Why don't you be a gracious host and tell us why?"

Razi opened a grapefruit-flavored cooler he handed to Gilda. "Yes, Sensei Mick, tell us why we are here."

"After all that's gone on lately, I figured we needed to relax and give each other some moral support." Mick sat back in the hot tub.

"That's it?" Xavier asked.

"That's it," Mick said. "No ulterior motives."

Gilda studied him and narrowed her eyes. What about Yoshida's visit about the missing merchandise?

"That's probably a good call." As Xavier sipped his beer, his shoulders sagged. "Do Fabio and Thayer have any idea who's doing this and why?"

"None they're sharing with me." Mick opened a beer and raised his bottle over the water. "To our fallen samurai warriors. May justice be swift and sure."

"Cheers." Xavier clinked his bottle against Mick's.

"To Walter and Erik." Gilda joined them.

"
Le'chayim
! To life." Razi clinked his bottle against each of theirs. They drank and sat in silence. "What is going on? I have heard rumors at Happy Harvey's Hangover Hut and at Café Beanz. Is it true someone stole merchandise as well as killed our comrades?"

Mick stiffened and glanced at Gilda. She shrugged and shook her head.

"Well, it wasn't me." Xavier sat back in the swirling water. His gaze fell on Gilda. "And nobody better say it was."

"Relax. Nobody did," Mick said. "We have no evidence against anyone."

Razi's dark eyes focused on Gilda. "Mick and I were not sure what beverages you liked. This was Happy's suggestion. He said we should take good care of you or else. Is there something you think we should know?"

"He and I are old friends," she said. "When my parents moved to Erie, Happy took me under his wing. Not that I go to his store often. I don't drink much."

"Neither do the rest of us," Mick assured her. "This last week's been tough. We all need to stick together and protect each other."

"Two black belts killed inside our dojo in one week. One with a katana, the other with poisoned ninja stars," Xavier said. "Kind of feels like someone's out to get us, doesn't it? With no real pattern, how do we know who's next?"

"Maybe nobody's next. Maybe somebody had something against both Walter and Erik." Gilda could mention the missing scroll and her theories about the kanji she and Mick found. Instead, she sat back and listened, hoping to hear something she didn't already know.

"We all know the scroll containing the Four Possessions of the Samurai went missing from the changing room," Razi said.

Mick paused, his beer bottle midway to his mouth. "Did Gilda point that out?"

"No." Razi frowned. "I noticed when I replaced the mats. When did you notice the scroll was missing, Miss Wright?"

She bowed her head. "Right after I found Walter, I walked around to make sure no one else was in the building. There was an awful lot of blood, but I didn't realize the scroll was missing until after the police left."

"And you did not say anything?"

"I told her not to say anything. She also found something else." Mick, she realized, was about to throw her to the wolves. Was this a test of her loyalty, or was he honestly trying to draw out more information?

"What?" Xavier narrowed his eyes.

"A ring," she said. "A
goju
ring."

He frowned. "As far as I know, I'm the only one in the school who has one. It's gold and has been missing for weeks. Do you still have it?"

"No." She glanced at Mick, who nodded. "I gave it to Fabio."

"Was your ring missing for several weeks?" Mick asked. "Or just since Walter died?"

"I don't have to take this." Xavier stood and leaned on the edge of the hot tub. "You've never liked me. That's no secret. All of you can just go—"

"That is enough." Razi stuck out an arm and stopped him from getting out. "Xavier is not the only one with a
goju
ring.
Shihan
Yoshida has one as well."

"There are two rings?" Gilda asked.

"Mine was a gift from my ex-wife." Xavier polished off his drink. "She ran off with a mechanic from Louie's Garage. The ungrateful cow had no idea about the great opportunities coming my way."

Gilda hoped the pussycat side of him would eke out soon.

Razi rolled his eyes. "I think you have had enough to drink, Xavier. Perhaps water would be a better idea."

"Hell, no. I want another beer, and then we can get down to some serious relaxing." He struggled out of the hot tub and missed the steps. He fell out of her sight, landing on the stone patio below with a sickening crunch.

"Stay in your seats. I will take care of him." Razi jumped up. He hoisted Xavier off the rocks like he was little more than a watermelon and carried him toward the white bungalow.

"I'll give you a hand." When Mick stood to help, Razi waved him off. Mick sat back, close to Gilda. "I forgot about Yoshida's ring. I wonder who else knew he had one."

"Yoshida never wore his ring to the school, did he?" She sipped her cooler.

"No, but I saw it at a couple banquets and tournaments," he said. "I wanted to get one, but he'd never tell me where he got his."

The drink made her giddy as their arms touched beneath the water. "Maybe from the Secret Order of the
Goju
Water Buffaloes."

He snorted then burst into laughter. "Great. We give you one cooler and suddenly you're making bad
Flintstone
jokes and giggling. Have you always been such a cheap date?"

"Correction." She held up her bottle. "Half a cooler."

"Even better," he said. "I suppose I should go see how Xavier's doing. Hopefully, he's not badly hurt."

"Yeah." She didn't relish the idea of being alone in Razi's hot tub—with or without Mick. The murderer could be hiding in the bushes just waiting for the right moment to ambush whoever was left alone.

"Gilda?" Mick touched her chin with his knuckle. "You okay?"

She shuddered. "I guess I'm more spooked than I thought. I'm afraid the killer might be lurking in the shadows."

"We all are."

When the patio door opened, Xavier limped out of the house, a large white bandage around his right leg. He fell onto a lounge chair near the hot tub. "Can somebody grab me a beer?"

"No ambulance required." Razi handed everyone except Xavier a fresh drink before he climbed back into the water. "He tore some skin and has a bruise."

"Oh, I'm just fine, thank you very much." Xavier waved a hand. "Don't worry about me. I'll survive." He droned on and on about how no one cared what happened to him and how he'd be better off if someone put him out of his misery.

Gilda, more uncomfortable than ever, wished Mick had let her leave when she wanted. She shot him a nervous glance.

Mick rolled his eyes and dropped his head back onto the edge of the tub. "Beer number five. Let's hope they kick in and he passes out soon."

"Which is why we usually meet for coffee," Razi said. "And why I got the fake beer."

"Xavier's an alcoholic, isn't he?" Gilda gasped. "He was probably drinking when he tried to poison us. That's why you never pressed charges."

"Partly." Mick lowered his gaze. "He's been having a lot of problems lately. We called this meeting to make sure he wasn't alone and doing anything stupid."

"So you not only lied to me, you tricked me," she said.

He shrugged. "Technically…"

"That figures." Gilda stepped out onto the textured stone deck and glared at both Razi and Mick. "I'm going home. You're both despicable."

"Sherlock, no. Please, don't leave." Mick followed her across the yard. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. "At least let me walk you home."

"Why?" She backed away. "I've lived here my whole life. Everybody knows me and loves me. I'm not in any danger anyway. You said so yourself. Why should I worry, aside from the fact Xavier tried to poison me and Yoshida wants me gone?"

Razi opened his mouth, then closed it and kept a watchful eye on them from the hot tub.

She wrapped her towel around her hips. "Besides, like you guys have all pointed out, no one's hunting receptionists. Just black belts."

"You work for me," Mick said. "That alone makes you a moving target."

"Oh yeah? What happened to me being too nice and naive to be a target?" she asked.

Mick let out a long sigh then grabbed his T-shirt and towel. "I'm taking Gilda home. I'll come back later."

Razi winked. "Take your time."

"Oh, that's it. Don't bother taking me anywhere. I'll be fine without a bodyguard." Gilda spun on her heel and stomped off through the foliage.

"At least leave your drink here." Mick chased her through the shrubs and grabbed her hand. "We don't want to give Thayer a legitimate reason to throw you in jail."

"Fine," she said.

Mick pulled her back through the greenery then set both their bottles around the corner. He dropped his arm across Gilda's shoulders. "You, my dear, are enough to make a man drink some days. Most days, actually."

"I know more about you than most people do, so don't blame your drinking on me." She pushed through the rhododendrons. "How long have you known Xavier's an alcoholic?"