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Authors: Janet Evanovich & Charlotte Hughes

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“I’m afraid the police don’t know much at this time,” Jamie replied, not wanting to give out too much information. But she was just as worried as Dee Dee about the possibility of another murder.

“Well, I for one am going to make sure my doors are locked at all times,” Vera said.

Dee Dee took Jamie’s hand in hers, squeezed it reassuringly, but it was obvious the woman was equally distressed. “Perhaps we’ll have lunch soon?” Her bottom lip quivered.

Jamie offered the closest thing she had to a smile. “Of course we will. And try not to worry. It’s not good for the baby.”

Dee Dee nodded. “I promise.” She and Beenie left a few minutes later.

 

“I NEED TO TALK TO MAX,” VERA TOLD JAMIE, later that afternoon.

Max stepped out of Jamie’s office. “Did I hear someone mention my name?”

Vera nodded. “You’re just the person I’m looking for. I’ve decided I like Jamie’s Mustang so well that I want you to find me one.”

He shrugged. “That shouldn’t be a problem. Any specific color?”

“Pink.”

“Then pink it is. I’ll get right on it.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

 

THE REST OF THE DAY PASSED QUICKLY FOR JAMIE as she and Max worked together on the newspaper. By the time they sent it to press, Jamie was dog tired. Worry had etched lines on either side of her mouth, and when Mike Henderson had handed in his piece on Maxine Chambers, she’d asked Max to look at it.

Destiny came in for her mail as Max and Jamie prepared to leave the office. “I’m afraid I wasn’t much help to Lamar. Ronnie was yakking in my ear the whole time so it sort of blew my concentration. He doesn’t particularly like policemen since he had a few run-ins with the law when he was alive.”

Jamie nodded as though it made complete sense.

“Oh, and guess what I did? I applied for a job as bartender at the Holiday Inn and they asked me if I could start tonight since they’re short of help. I figured, what better way to watch Larry Johnson.”

“Good idea,” Max said.

“Do you know anything about making cocktails?” Jamie asked.

“No, but I suppose I can pick it up in no time. And here’s the best news. Sam Hunter finally returned my call. He’s going to come by for a drink tonight so we can meet.”

“Just as long as you remember to stay in a public place with him,” Max said. “Two women have died. We’re not taking any chances.”

Mike Henderson peeked in, and his eyes widened at the sight of Destiny. “Well, hello again. Have you thought any more about my offer to take you to dinner?”

Destiny stepped just outside the door with him. “I appreciate the offer,” she said, “but I work nights.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, that’s no problem for me. I can pick you up after you get off.”

Destiny smiled. “Look, Mike, I’m really flattered, but I’m sort of interested in someone.”

He looked disappointed. “Oh, well, I guess that changes things,” he said. “But, hey, if it doesn’t work out you can always give me a call.”

 

“HOW ABOUT WE MAKE IT AN EARLY NIGHT?” MAX told Jamie as they climbed into his car. “I’ll call out for pizza. Besides, I need to be available for Destiny, even though I don’t expect her to run into problems.”

“Sounds good to me,” Jamie said, although she didn’t have much of an appetite. All she could do was think about Maxine and hope the woman hadn’t suffered.

Muffin came on, and Max filled her in.

“Did anyone check Larry Johnson’s or Brent Walker’s whereabouts last night?” Muffin asked.

“Lamar said he’d put his deputies on it,” Max said.

Once home, Jamie checked to make sure her neighbor’s dog was nowhere in sight, then let Fleas out of the car. After they had decided what topping they wanted on their pizza, Max placed a takeout order and started a bath for Jamie.

Jamie headed for the bathroom. She stripped off her clothes, climbed into the hot bath, and sank deep into the water.

Once again, she thought of Maxine. Maxine, who’d been so proud of her new shop, had finally taken a chance in life and gone after her dreams. Jamie had admired her for it and was sure they would have eventually become good friends.

Now Maxine was dead, and it was probably related to Jamie’s new personals section. That was the toughest part.

Max returned some twenty minutes later with the pizza. Having dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, Jamie grabbed plates and silverware and set the table. She placed a slice of pizza on each plate, only to sit there and stare at her piece.

“Are you okay?” Max asked.

She looked at him. Tears pooled in her eyes. “I’ll be fine.”

Max pushed his chair from the table and reached for her. Jamie immediately went to him, and he pulled her onto his lap. She let her head rest against his chest.

“I feel responsible for all of this,” she said.

Max pressed his lips against her hair. “Jamie, we don’t know if the newspaper is involved, and even if it is, I’ve already told you, you can’t control the actions of a cold-blooded killer.” He paused. “You know, I’ve been thinking. Maybe we should leave Lamar to his investigative work and go away for a few days.”

She gaped at him. “I can’t leave while there’s a killer on the loose.” She didn’t realize she’d raised her voice. “I can’t believe you’d even suggest it. We have to find out who’s behind this, Max.”

“You’re taking it pretty hard,” he said. “I’ve never seen you like this.”

Jamie opened her mouth to respond, but the doorbell rang. “Oh, damn, who could that be?” she said. She got up and made her way to the front door.

Beenie and Dee Dee stood on the other side.

“Oh, Jamie, I am so glad to see you,” Dee Dee said, in her little-girl voice. “When you’re in trouble, the first person you want to see is your best friend.” She walked into the living room with Beenie on her heels. He held Dee Dee’s Maltese, Choo-Choo. Behind them stood a bevy of servants carrying luggage.

“What’s wrong?” Jamie asked, noting Dee Dee’s eyes were swollen. She’d obviously been crying again. “Did something happen?”

“It’s Frankie and all his wrestling buddies,” she said. “They’re driving me crazy.”

“Dee Dee needs peace and quiet in her, um, fragile condition,” Beenie said. “She’s not getting it at home, not with all those wrestlers around. They can be loud and obnoxious.”

“So I’ve left Frankie,” Dee Dee said. “I was hoping it would be okay if Beenie and I stayed with you until we found a place of our own. It is okay, isn’t it?” Her staff began stacking expensive suitcases in the living room as Dee Dee spoke.

Jamie blinked back her astonishment. Of all times for Dee Dee to show up. “I, um, of course it’s okay, honey. Come on in.” She was only vaguely aware that Max had entered the room.

“What’s wrong, Dee Dee?” he asked.

Beenie answered for her. “Frankie has totally lost interest in Dee Dee,” he said. “All he does is hang out with his wrestling buddies.”

Dee Dee burst into tears. “Beenie’s right. Frankie doesn’t seem to know I exist.”

Fleas walked into the room and sniffed her dress. “Eeyeuuw! Is that your new dog? The one that came with the truck?” she added as she backed away.

“Yes,” Jamie said, hoping Dee Dee wouldn’t ask about the missing hair on his back. “I’m very attached to him. In fact, he sleeps with me.”

“Eeyeuuw!” Dee Dee’s jaw dropped clear to her collarbone. “What happened to his hair?”

Jamie sighed. “It’s a long story, honey, but if you plan to stay, you’ll have to get used to him. He’s really very sweet.”

Dee Dee attempted a smile. “What’s his name?”

“Fleas.”

“Eeyeuuw!” Both Dee Dee and Beenie huddled together. Even one of the staff carrying in the luggage paused.

“You’re joking, right?” Beenie said.

“I didn’t name him that, and he doesn’t really have fleas.” Jamie paused. “You’ll have to sleep with me,” she told Dee Dee. Beenie can use the other bedroom.”

“I thought you had three bedrooms,” Dee Dee said.

“I converted one of them into an office a long time ago.”

“I still think we should go to a nice hotel,” Beenie said, staring at the dog with disdain.

Dee Dee almost snapped at him. “I can’t go to a hotel. How would it look if the mayor’s wife just up and left her husband? Especially after we’ve announced my pregnancy to half the town.”

Max stepped forward. “Dee Dee, I’m sure you and Frankie can work this out. It’s not often he and his wrestling buddies get together.”

“Yes, but they’ve decided to stay a month. I can’t take it. All they do is talk about the good old days and eat Vienna sausage, potted meat, and sardines right out of the can. They claim that’s what they lived on before they became famous wrestlers.” She shuddered. “And that’s not the worst of it. Snakeman and Big John have tons of girlie magazines lying about. That’s the last thing Frankie needs to be looking at since I’m going to blow up to the size of a watermelon soon.” She suddenly burst into fresh tears.

Beenie patted her shoulder. “There, there,” he said. “You’ll only ruin your makeup, and tomorrow your eyes will be twice as puffy. You’re going to have to be brave for the baby’s sake.”

Max tried to calm her, but it was obvious he was accustomed to her dramatics. “Beenie’s right,” he said. “You need to calm down. For the baby’s sake.”

“How will I support myself?” she cried. “The only thing I’ve ever done is jump out of cakes at bachelor parties.”

“Oh, that
is
going to be a problem,” Beenie said. “You certainly won’t be able to pay my salary on that.” He suddenly brightened. “Oh, pooh, your husband will still take care of you. It’s his child you’re carrying.”

“Excuse me, but where am I supposed to put these suitcases?” one of Dee Dee’s staff asked.

Jamie pointed toward her bedroom. “How many bags do you have?”

“Only seven or eight.”

Only seven or eight. Jamie realized she should be grateful there weren’t more.

“Does Frankie know you’ve left?” Max asked.

Dee Dee shook her head. “He and his buddies went bowling. They’ll probably go to Charlie’s Sports Bar after that. No telling when they’ll get in.”

“He’s going to call here looking for you the minute he finds out you’re gone,” Jamie told her.

“We won’t answer the door,” Dee Dee said.

“If he wants to see you badly enough, he might break it down.”

“You really think so?” Dee Dee looked hopeful.

“That sounds so romantic,” Beenie said.

Max put his hand on Jamie’s shoulder. “Listen, I hate to break up the party, but I think I’ll just go back to my hotel. I have a lot of work to do. Besides, I know you’re anxious to get your guests settled.” Then he kissed his sister on her forehead and left.

“Well, now,” Dee Dee said. “I suppose we should order something to eat.”

“There’s pizza in the kitchen that hasn’t been touched,” Jamie said, perturbed that Max had left her to deal with his histrionic sister. As if she didn’t have enough on her mind.

“Pizza!” Dee Dee cried. “Eeyeuuw, that is so fattening. Do you have any lettuce?”

“You can’t just eat lettuce,” Beenie said. “You’re pregnant. One slice of pizza isn’t going to hurt you.”

Jamie nodded. “Come on in, and I’ll fix you a plate.”

“Would you mind if I turned in early tonight?” Dee Dee asked. “Having all those wrestlers in my house has been exhausting, and I’ve been thinking about poor Maxine all day. I just want to rest.”

“I second that motion,” Beenie said on a sigh. “If she rests, then I can finally get some rest.”

Jamie nodded. “You can turn in any time you like.” She figured the sooner she got them to bed the better. At least it would give her time to think about how she could arrange a quick reconciliation between Dee Dee and Frankie.

 

JAMIE WAS AWAKENED AT MIDNIGHT BY THE RINGing of the doorbell. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who it was.

Dee Dee opened her eyes. “It’s Frankie,” she said. “Would you please tell him I’m never coming home?”

“Never is an awfully long time for a woman who is deeply in love with her husband and carrying his child,” Jamie said. “As I see it we have two problems here.”

“Oh, yeah?” Dee Dee looked at her.

“We have a woman going through hormonal changes which are perfectly normal, and we have a houseful of wrestlers who have overstayed their welcome.”

“I’m too tired to go anywhere right now,” Dee Dee said.

Jamie climbed from the bed and searched her closet for a bathrobe as Frankie began pounding on the door. The best she could come up with was a raincoat. She slipped it on and hurried into the living room. She spotted Frankie’s worried expression through the peephole of her door.

“Jamie, I’m sorry to wake you,” he said once she opened the door, “but I need to talk to Dee Dee.”

He looked distraught. Jamie smiled and touched his shoulder. “Everything is okay, Frankie, so stop looking so concerned. Dee Dee is just very tired and needs a break from your wrestling buddies.”

“She left me. She’s never left me, not in twenty years of marriage.”

“She’s never been pregnant, either.”

“It’s because I haven’t been giving her enough attention,” he said mournfully, “but all that is about to change. My buddies are going home tomorrow, and everything will be back to normal.” He took in her attire. “Is it supposed to rain?”

“I couldn’t find my bathrobe. Listen, why don’t you let Dee Dee sleep here tonight, and you can come over tomorrow and talk to her.”

“Do you think she’ll come back home?”

“Perhaps you should send roses before your visit. You know how Dee Dee loves roses.”

It was as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head. “Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. And I’ll start reading those baby books with her. I’ve been so busy with my friends I haven’t had time for my own wife. Thank you, Jamie, for helping us out.”

“Good night, Frankie.”

Jamie closed the door and went back into her room. She shucked off her raincoat, draped it on a chair, and lay down. Dee Dee had already drifted off to sleep once more, her Maltese snuggled beside her. Sprawled across the foot of the bed, Fleas raised his head. He glanced at Dee Dee’s dog, and gave a disgruntled sigh. “It’s okay, boy,” Jamie said. “Go back to sleep.”

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