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Authors: Ali Brandon
“As you might guess, this has all been a terrible shock for our family.
I think I can safely say that I knew my twin sister better than any one of you, and that I am lost now without her.
We spent our first nine months with our arms wrapped around each other, and for the first time in my life, my arms are now empty.”
I think I can safely say that I knew my twin sister better than any one of you, and that I am lost now without her.
We spent our first nine months with our arms wrapped around each other, and for the first time in my life, my arms are now empty.”
With that stark yet oddly emotionless proclamation, Morris left the lectern and started back toward the family pew.
He stopped to accept hugs from several people who were seated nearby before once more resuming his own place between his parents.
Darla noted from her vantage point that he did not actually return any of those physical gestures—nor did he ever look back toward the closed casket that held his twin.
He stopped to accept hugs from several people who were seated nearby before once more resuming his own place between his parents.
Darla noted from her vantage point that he did not actually return any of those physical gestures—nor did he ever look back toward the closed casket that held his twin.
A few minutes later, the service was over.
Darla rose with the rest of the mourners to watch as the pallbearers rolled Valerie’s casket toward the door and the hearse that waited outside.
The graveside service would be for family only.
So how could she contrive to meet with Morris again and see if she could get answers to any of her suspicions?
She needed more than just the revelation that Morris and Mavis were one and the same to convince Jake and Reese that she might have stumbled across a viable suspect in Valerie’s death.
Darla rose with the rest of the mourners to watch as the pallbearers rolled Valerie’s casket toward the door and the hearse that waited outside.
The graveside service would be for family only.
So how could she contrive to meet with Morris again and see if she could get answers to any of her suspicions?
She needed more than just the revelation that Morris and Mavis were one and the same to convince Jake and Reese that she might have stumbled across a viable suspect in Valerie’s death.
Not your job, Nancy Drew
, she could almost hear Jake saying.
She tried to think of a retort to that argument but came up empty.
Fine.
She’d tell Jake what she learned and let the woman pass on that info to Reese to do with as he would.
Her work here was done.
, she could almost hear Jake saying.
She tried to think of a retort to that argument but came up empty.
Fine.
She’d tell Jake what she learned and let the woman pass on that info to Reese to do with as he would.
Her work here was done.
Besides which, she realized, she didn’t want him to have had anything to do with his sister’s death.
She liked Morris .
.
.
and
Mavis.
She liked Morris .
.
.
and
Mavis.
That burden lifted from her, she turned her attention to getting out of there, impatient as she was now to drop the whole thing into Jake’s lap.
Valerie’s family was gathered just outside the church to receive condolences.
She ran that gauntlet of grief as swiftly as she could without looking rude.
Plucking every clichéd phrase she could find from her mental file of appropriate things to say to the bereaved, she shook hands and exchanged air kisses with a dozen people who had no clue who she was but were content to accept her kind words.
Finally, she came to Morris.
Valerie’s family was gathered just outside the church to receive condolences.
She ran that gauntlet of grief as swiftly as she could without looking rude.
Plucking every clichéd phrase she could find from her mental file of appropriate things to say to the bereaved, she shook hands and exchanged air kisses with a dozen people who had no clue who she was but were content to accept her kind words.
Finally, she came to Morris.
“A lovely service,” she told him as she clasped his hand.
“I’m afraid I knew Valerie just a short time, but she made quite an impression.
She will be missed.”
“I’m afraid I knew Valerie just a short time, but she made quite an impression.
She will be missed.”
“Yes, Valerie had a talent for making .
.
.
impressions,” he replied with a dry little smile.
“I’ve been particularly touched by the outpouring from her fans.
We’ve received letters from all over the world from people hoping that she left behind a few more manuscripts.”
.
.
impressions,” he replied with a dry little smile.
“I’ve been particularly touched by the outpouring from her fans.
We’ve received letters from all over the world from people hoping that she left behind a few more manuscripts.”
“Did she?”
Darla asked, genuinely curious.
Darla asked, genuinely curious.
She knew that most writers were usually well into completing their next manuscript by the time the most recent book hit the shelves.
And though Hillary had claimed there wasn’t another one, maybe she simply didn’t know what Valerie had been working on when she died.
And though Hillary had claimed there wasn’t another one, maybe she simply didn’t know what Valerie had been working on when she died.
Morris, meanwhile, gave a noncommittal shrug.
“I suppose we’ll find that out when I sort through her papers.”
“I suppose we’ll find that out when I sort through her papers.”
“Oh, of course.”
She hesitated, choosing her words carefully.
“I’m not sure if you know this,” she went on, “but I’m the owner of the bookstore where Valerie held her last signing.
All of our employees were devastated by what happened, and we’re hoping to donate some of our profits from her books to a literacy cause in her name.”
All of our employees were devastated by what happened, and we’re hoping to donate some of our profits from her books to a literacy cause in her name.”
Darla had come up with the idea on the spur of the moment, but she found herself liking it.
She’d let James handle the details.
Emboldened, she continued, “We took several pictures of the event before .
.
.
well, you know.
If you give me your email address, I would be happy to send you copies of them.”
She’d let James handle the details.
Emboldened, she continued, “We took several pictures of the event before .
.
.
well, you know.
If you give me your email address, I would be happy to send you copies of them.”
“That would be lovely,” he replied and reached inside his jacket.
Pulling out a business card and a pen, he scribbled something on the back and then handed the card to her.
“Send the pictures there, if you don’t mind.”
“Send the pictures there, if you don’t mind.”
She tucked the card in her purse.
With an appropriately subdued nod, she replied, “I’ll be in touch.
It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr.
Vickson.
I’m only sorry it was under such tragic circumstances.”
With an appropriately subdued nod, she replied, “I’ll be in touch.
It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr.
Vickson.
I’m only sorry it was under such tragic circumstances.”
They exchanged a final polite handshake, and then Darla started down the steps.
Everest was standing below at the walk, his expression distinctly disapproving as he caught sight of her.
She met his gaze and gave an apologetic shrug as she drew even with him.
Everest was standing below at the walk, his expression distinctly disapproving as he caught sight of her.
She met his gaze and gave an apologetic shrug as she drew even with him.
“I never did find Hillary, but Mr.
Vickson kindly escorted me in,” she told him, neglecting to mention that the escort had been entirely involuntary.
Vickson kindly escorted me in,” she told him, neglecting to mention that the escort had been entirely involuntary.
Everest, however, seemingly read between the lines, for his scowl deepened.
“I expected better of you, Ms.
Pettistone.
I trust when we get to the cemetery that I won’t find you in the back of the hearse with the casket.”
“I expected better of you, Ms.
Pettistone.
I trust when we get to the cemetery that I won’t find you in the back of the hearse with the casket.”
“No fear of that,” she declared with a shiver that wasn’t feigned.
“Good-bye, Everest.”
“Good-bye, Everest.”
She headed down the walk and reached for her phone to dial Jake.
A crowd had gathered around the valet stand.
With luck, Jake in her role as driver could could bypass the line and beat the crowd.
Given what she had learned about Morris, she was liable to explode if she couldn’t share this bit of intelligence in the next few moments!
A crowd had gathered around the valet stand.
With luck, Jake in her role as driver could could bypass the line and beat the crowd.
Given what she had learned about Morris, she was liable to explode if she couldn’t share this bit of intelligence in the next few moments!
“So what the hell was that message about Valerie’s brother?”
the woman demanded as she answered Darla’s call, sounding equally as eager to hear the news.
“I tried texting you back, but I guess you’d shut off your phone already.”
the woman demanded as she answered Darla’s call, sounding equally as eager to hear the news.
“I tried texting you back, but I guess you’d shut off your phone already.”
“Can’t tell you now,” Darla replied with a look around.
“Too many people.
Just hurry and get over here.”
“Too many people.
Just hurry and get over here.”
“Don’t worry, I bribed the valet directing the self-parking with that copy of Valerie’s book you gave me, so he put me in a nice spot right up front with the Rollses.
I’m pulling out of the lot now.”
I’m pulling out of the lot now.”
By the time Darla reached the curb, the Mercedes had nosed to the front of the line and was waiting for her.
As she made her way through the knot of other guests awaiting their rides, she almost stumbled into Hillary Gables.
The woman was clutching her ersatz grandfather’s arm as they stood on the sidewalk with the rest.
As she made her way through the knot of other guests awaiting their rides, she almost stumbled into Hillary Gables.
The woman was clutching her ersatz grandfather’s arm as they stood on the sidewalk with the rest.
Darla gave the agent a bright smile through her veil.
“Hello, Hillary.
Lovely service, wasn’t it?
But I almost missed the entire thing.
It seems my name wasn’t on the list.”
Lovely service, wasn’t it?
But I almost missed the entire thing.
It seems my name wasn’t on the list.”
“Oh, yes, Darla.”
Hillary returned her smile with a blank look, eyes unblinking behind her glasses.
“I didn’t recognize you at first.
So sorry about the list.
You know how it goes.”
Hillary returned her smile with a blank look, eyes unblinking behind her glasses.
“I didn’t recognize you at first.
So sorry about the list.
You know how it goes.”
“Of course.
I’d love to chat more and meet your grandfather, but as you can see my car is waiting.
Maybe next time.”
I’d love to chat more and meet your grandfather, but as you can see my car is waiting.
Maybe next time.”
With a wink and an even bigger smile for the old man, Darla turned on her heel.
Before the valet could open the door, she’d climbed into the front passenger seat of the Mercedes.
Jake, still in her driver’s outfit, glanced over at her as she buckled herself in.
Before the valet could open the door, she’d climbed into the front passenger seat of the Mercedes.
Jake, still in her driver’s outfit, glanced over at her as she buckled herself in.
“Let’s get a few blocks down the road,” the older woman said as she accelerated, “and we can switch places.
In the meantime, spill.
What’s up with the brother?”
In the meantime, spill.
What’s up with the brother?”
“Give me a sec,” Darla replied as she kicked off her heels with a sigh and unpinned her hat, carefully setting it in the backseat.
Then, feeling rather like the gossipy old woman who’d been sitting beside her in the church, she burst out, “Mavis is Valerie’s brother.”
Then, feeling rather like the gossipy old woman who’d been sitting beside her in the church, she burst out, “Mavis is Valerie’s brother.”
“Uh, would you like to elaborate?”
By then, they’d reached a spot where Jake could stop the Mercedes.
She slid over to the passenger side while Darla hopped out.
After a quick look around for oncoming traffic, she tiptoed barefooted around the car and took her place behind the wheel.
As they started off again, she began relating the events of the past hour, building up to the point where she’d learned about Morris.
She slid over to the passenger side while Darla hopped out.
After a quick look around for oncoming traffic, she tiptoed barefooted around the car and took her place behind the wheel.
As they started off again, she began relating the events of the past hour, building up to the point where she’d learned about Morris.
“So Mavis, Valerie’s assistant, is actually Morris, Valerie’s twin brother,” Jake mused.
“I assume some of them must have guessed she was a man, but I wonder if any of the rest of her entourage had any idea about the family relationship.
That does open the possibilities a bit.
But obviously, just because the guy is a cross-dresser doesn’t mean he killed his sister.
That kind of stuff is for the movies.”
“I assume some of them must have guessed she was a man, but I wonder if any of the rest of her entourage had any idea about the family relationship.
That does open the possibilities a bit.
But obviously, just because the guy is a cross-dresser doesn’t mean he killed his sister.
That kind of stuff is for the movies.”
“So you don’t think Morris is any kind of suspect?”
“Never say never.
For the moment, the only real question I have is whether he gave Reese his real name when he made his statement the night of the accident.
If Mavis—or, rather, Morris—lied, that could be problematic.
He might get charged with obstruction.
At the very least, they’ll probably drag his butt back in for more questioning.”
For the moment, the only real question I have is whether he gave Reese his real name when he made his statement the night of the accident.
If Mavis—or, rather, Morris—lied, that could be problematic.
He might get charged with obstruction.
At the very least, they’ll probably drag his butt back in for more questioning.”
“And if he told Reese the truth?”
“Then that’s that, unless we learn something else that puts him on a suspect list.”
Jake paused, her expression thoughtful.
“Of course, there’s nothing to stop you and me from scheduling a little gossip-fest with old Morrie.
Since you two are best buddies now, do you think you can get her .
.
.
him .
.
.
back to the store for a little chat?”
Jake paused, her expression thoughtful.
“Of course, there’s nothing to stop you and me from scheduling a little gossip-fest with old Morrie.
Since you two are best buddies now, do you think you can get her .
.
.
him .
.
.
back to the store for a little chat?”
“I told him about the pictures we took at the autographing, and he gave me his contact info so I can email them to him.
Maybe I can tell him that I also found something at the store that might belong to Valerie.
I’ll say that I’d prefer not to mail it and ask him if he can swing by to pick it up.”
Maybe I can tell him that I also found something at the store that might belong to Valerie.
I’ll say that I’d prefer not to mail it and ask him if he can swing by to pick it up.”
“Good idea, but what could she have left behind?
Remember, Reese had all her things couriered over already.”
Remember, Reese had all her things couriered over already.”
“Maybe a vintage cigarette lighter?”
Darla suggested, wrinkling her nose a little at the scent of smoke that clung to her friend.
No doubt Jake had indulged in a cigarette or two while she waited.
Even though she knew Jake would never smoke in her car, Maybelle still would need an airing out to be rid of the lingering odor.
Darla suggested, wrinkling her nose a little at the scent of smoke that clung to her friend.
No doubt Jake had indulged in a cigarette or two while she waited.
Even though she knew Jake would never smoke in her car, Maybelle still would need an airing out to be rid of the lingering odor.
The other woman nodded in approval.
“You could say you found a fancy lighter in the courtyard and thought it might be hers.
But, of course, you wouldn’t want to mail it to him without knowing for sure, in case it belonged to a customer, instead.
You could borrow some gaudy antique thing from Mary Ann’s shop to show him.
While he’s there, we’ll chat him up for a while and see if he spills any secrets.
But don’t get your hopes up, Nancy.
Chances are the only secret Morris is hiding is that whole Mavis shtick.”
But, of course, you wouldn’t want to mail it to him without knowing for sure, in case it belonged to a customer, instead.
You could borrow some gaudy antique thing from Mary Ann’s shop to show him.
While he’s there, we’ll chat him up for a while and see if he spills any secrets.
But don’t get your hopes up, Nancy.
Chances are the only secret Morris is hiding is that whole Mavis shtick.”
“It’s a plan,” Darla agreed.
“Now, what about you?
Any good gossip from your fellow chauffeurs?”
“Now, what about you?
Any good gossip from your fellow chauffeurs?”
Jake snorted.
“I learned about one ballplayer’s drug problem, found out a former child actress turned rock star is a closeted lesbian, and that two major players in the financial world brought their mistresses and not their wives to this little shindig.
And those are the boring parts.
But nothing about Valerie Baylor.”
“I learned about one ballplayer’s drug problem, found out a former child actress turned rock star is a closeted lesbian, and that two major players in the financial world brought their mistresses and not their wives to this little shindig.
And those are the boring parts.
But nothing about Valerie Baylor.”
They chatted more about the service and the fact that Hillary apparently—and deliberately—had left Darla off the guest list.
But it wasn’t until they reached the garage again and had started out on foot toward the brownstone that Darla dug into her purse for the gold-embossed business card that Morris had given her.
But it wasn’t until they reached the garage again and had started out on foot toward the brownstone that Darla dug into her purse for the gold-embossed business card that Morris had given her.
She studied it more closely while Jake trailed a few steps behind her to indulge in a quick smoke.
The title CEO was printed after his name, and “Morris Vickson Enterprises” was his company’s name, with no other clue as to the nature of said business.
Since he apparently had time to accompany his sister while dressed as Mavis, did he actually do anything as CEO?
His money might come solely from his parents, meaning he was living off their largesse with corporate title and company nothing more than a polite fiction.
The title CEO was printed after his name, and “Morris Vickson Enterprises” was his company’s name, with no other clue as to the nature of said business.
Since he apparently had time to accompany his sister while dressed as Mavis, did he actually do anything as CEO?
His money might come solely from his parents, meaning he was living off their largesse with corporate title and company nothing more than a polite fiction.
Unless it was Mavis, not Morris, who was the moneymaker?
Darla frowned, considering that possibility.
She wondered if, in his Mavis guise, he had any other clients besides his sister .
.
.
wondered, too, how much money a professional makeup artist could bring in.
Maybe he hired out Mavis through his company?
Doubtless any number of positions existed in New York City’s fashion and television and theater worlds for a talented makeup artist.
He might well be bringing in a decent paycheck.
She wondered if, in his Mavis guise, he had any other clients besides his sister .
.
.
wondered, too, how much money a professional makeup artist could bring in.
Maybe he hired out Mavis through his company?
Doubtless any number of positions existed in New York City’s fashion and television and theater worlds for a talented makeup artist.
He might well be bringing in a decent paycheck.
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