by Liliana Hart
Rosemarie and I stared at Scarlet with horrified fascination, and I did a half-assed sign of the cross along with Rosemarie and Scarlet at the mention of Uncle Stanley’s untimely demise. Stanley had been her fifth and final husband, but he’d died when I was a kid so I barely remembered him.
We made our way to the stairs that led down to the beach, and I immediately noticed the little tiki hut bar set up about twenty feet behind Elmer. A private investigator, a choir teacher, and a geriatric spy walk into a bar… No one would have ever believed it.
We spread our towels out on the loungers, adjusted the umbrellas so we were protected from direct sunlight, and got comfortable. I set the camera on the little table next to the loungers and pointed it at Elmer, who seemed to be snoozing peacefully on the lounger a few feet away.
The problem with the camera was that it made noise when pictures were taken, and I didn’t know how sound of a sleeper Elmer was. So I used my second best option and pulled out my iPhone.
The beach waiter came up and took our drink orders, and I sighed, frustrated, because I couldn’t get a clear shot of the tattoo on Elmer’s arm with my phone. I had to have the tattoo. It was the only documented proof the FBI had of the Romeo Bandit. And if I wanted a big reward, I had to have definite proof.
I watched Elmer for ten more minutes and contemplated my choices while I sipped on a Sex on the Beach. Rosemarie was reading a book two loungers over, and Aunt Scarlet had gotten bored and was building a sand castle, wearing nothing but a big hat and a lot of sand she was probably going to regret getting up close and personal with later.
“Don’t forget the sunscreen, Aunt Scarlet,” I called out a little too loud, watching Elmer closely to see if he stirred. Nope. He was down for the count. It was now or never.
I took another fortifying sip of my drink and grabbed the camera. I put the strap around my neck and got on all fours in the hot sand. I might have muttered an expletive or two, having not thought through the fact that it would feel like dipping my hands and knees in molten glass.
I tried not to think about what I looked like from behind. And then I did think about it and grabbed the towel off my lounger, draping it across my backside like a tablecloth. I snuck a quick look at the bartender at the tiki hut bar, but while I’d been contemplating my course of action, Rosemarie had decided her own course of action. She had the naked bartender cornered, a guy of about twenty-five or so, and he looked both horrified and fascinated at the same time. Rosemarie had her own brand of magic when it came to men. She’d once caused a man to be in traction for six weeks during a tantric sex marathon.
The bartender was easy pickins. And he was most definitely distracted. I slowly crawled on hands and knees until I was inches away from Elmer Hughes.
My heart was pounding in my chest and I was covered with sweat and sand, neither of my favorite things. I realized my buzz and the Xanax must have worn off, because I was feeling a whole lot of anxiety all of a sudden.
Elmer let out a soft snore and I squeaked. His arm was limp and his hands were gnarled with age. He wore a pinky ring with a small ruby in the center. The tattoo was wrinkled and the ink had faded over the years, but now that I was up close, I could see it clearly. A thorny vine and rosary beads were twined around a naked woman that had more curves than Kim Kardashian. The vine and the rosary beads ended at the top of his hand where the rose had started to bloom. And right between the woman’s legs was the name Romeo.
I’d found him. The Romeo Bandit was alive and well after all these years. And he was about to get taken down by three naked women. That was going to sting. Elmer struck me as the type of guy who’d want to be taken down by a man.
I brought the camera up and took a couple of quick shots, and then I bit my lip as I debated whether or not to stretch his skin out a little and get a more complete picture. I finally decided that was the alcohol talking and probably not the best decision, and then I realized the alcohol had been giving me direction through this whole debacle because what I was doing definitely wasn’t using my best judgment.
I found this out the hard way when I turned to crawl back to my own lounger and my towel got stuck under my knee, pulling it completely off and leaving me bare-assed with my lady bits flapping in the breeze.
“Yikes,” a male voice said behind me.
I scrambled to cover my rear with the towel and turned my head in time to catch Elmer Hughes’s horrified stare.
“Jesus God,” he wheezed, clutching his chest. “I thought I was having a flashback from the seventies. Those things looked a lot different then. That’s nothing like ’70s bush. You’ve got a nice landscaper.”
I turned fifty shades of red and scrambled to make sure I was completely covered with the towel. And then I noticed his gaze had shifted to the camera in my hand.
“I can explain,” I said. “I was putting on sunscreen and it made my ring loose, and it flew right off my hand and under your lounge chair. My camera has a light and a magnifier on it, so I thought maybe I’d be able to see it better.”
Holy shit. I could lie like a boss. I had no idea where that came from, but even I believed it, I was so convincing. Maybe it was the Xanax/mojito cocktail that made me such a great liar.
“Huh,” Elmer said. “Did you find it?”
“No. And boy is my husband going to be pissed. That’s the second time I’ve lost a wedding ring.”
“Maybe it’s a sign from God you’re not supposed to be married,” he said, waggling big bushy eyebrows.
My lips curled in disgust and I chose that unfortunate moment to look at Elmer’s oranges. It turned out there was still some life down there after all.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” he said.
“Yep, just what I was thinking.” I crawled forward another inch, thinking of escape and someone to call for help. Lying had gotten me in a lot of trouble. And I wasn’t willing to do anything for a hundred thousand dollars after all.
I searched for Rosemarie and was just in time to see her and the bartender disappear behind the bar in a tangle of limbs. I searched for Aunt Scarlet, but she’d buried herself in the sand and was busy building anatomically incorrect breasts on her chest. I had no backup and there was no rescue in sight.
“How about you join me for dinner tonight? I can arrange a private meal in my villa at sunset, overlooking the ocean. Do you like roses?”
I could see how he’d seduced hundreds of women. There was a certain debonair charm about him that was appealing, even though he was long past his prime. He must’ve been lethal back in the day. No woman would’ve been able to resist.
“I love roses,” I managed to say. “And I’d love to have dinner.”
“Good. I’m in number one twenty-seven. Just come around to the back deck.”
He lay back down and closed his eyes and I let out a sign of relief. I crawled the rest of the way to my lounger and started gathering up my stuff. I was pretty much exhausted for the day, and I needed a nap in hopes that a good idea about how to capture him would appear somewhere in my dreams. Because at the moment, I had nothing. I’d left my cuffs in Whiskey Bayou by accident, and I was pretty sure using the Glock in my beach bag would get me arrested since I was in another state and I didn’t have any authority here. Not that I had a lot of authority back home, but at least most of the cops knew me and cut me some slack.
I was going to need help. Of the professional kind. Savage was never going to let me live this down.
Chapter Seven
Calling Savage was the last thing I wanted to do. And when I say the last thing, I mean that I’d rather be tied to the stake with fire licking at the bottom of my feet than have to face him. But I needed help, and we had a very short window of time to make the capture.
Savage was like a temptation test from God. At least that’s the way I’d decided to look at it. I wasn’t sure if I’d passed any of His other tests, but I was batting a thousand on this one. I’d managed to say no every time Savage had made a mo
ve, and I still didn’t understand where I’d gathered the inner resolve.
I loved Nick. I mean really loved him. There probably weren’t a lot of men out there that were willing to put up with P.I. girlfriends who were only average at their job. Not to mention the fact that trouble seemed to follow me wherever I went. I often wondered why a guy like Nick could love me. He was beautiful to look at—the body of a swimmer and a face sculpted by Michelangelo. He was a damned good cop, and I hadn’t even found out that he was filthy rich until we’d been dating for months. It hadn’t mattered. Nick had a code, and that’s what I loved about him. And he always had my back.
Savage made Nick look like second-string quarterback. The man oozed testosterone, and I’d once had to check my underwear to see if he’d made it disintegrate. He was part Native American and part Greek god, and I was willing to bet Savage had no problems with anyone seeing him naked.
But we were all adults and a lot was at stake, so I sent him a picture I’d taken of the tattoo and made the call to ask for the biggest favor of my life. Not much phased Savage, so he said he’d be on the next flight and would see me before my dinner date. I was pretty sure this might be the last time we ever worked together, because I wouldn’t be able to face him again after he saw me naked.
I’d spent the afternoon napping, and when I woke up I was sunburned and I had a hangover. I stumbled into the bathroom and stuck my head in the faucet, drinking water right out of the tap. And then I looked up and saw myself in the mirror and screamed.
No one came running in to see what was wrong, so I figured they’d already seen me and didn’t want to be frightened again, or no one was in the villa. I took a shower and then toweled off gently, admiring the pale strips of skin that ran down the middle of my boobs from where the camera strap had hung. The skin on either side was bright pink.
I rubbed lotion all over my body and was grateful it would be dark by the time I had to go to dinner because there wasn’t a lot I could do to spruce myself up other than hide in the shadows. I did spend the half hour it took to blow dry and straighten my hair, and I dabbed concealer under my eyes and a few other places to get rid of the green tinge left by the hangover.
By the time I walked into the main living area I was feeling mostly human.
“I thought I heard you scream,” Scarlet said, pinning a big Hawaiian flower in her hair. She wore a grass hula skirt and a lei dangled between her ninety-year-old breasts.
“Figured you must’ve woken up and saw yourself in the mirror. You gave me a pretty good fright too when I came in and saw you on the bed. Thought you were dead. Or maybe one of those zombies that I’d have to shoot in the head with a shotgun.”
“I’m glad you refrained,” I said dryly. “I’ve got a date with Elmer tonight.”
Rosemarie was freshening her lipstick, and I recognized the relaxed, satisfied glow of a woman who’d spent the afternoon being horizontal with a man. Her hair was back to perfect Farrah Fawcett curls and she was dressed just like Scarlet, only her grass skirt didn’t cover as much real estate.
“We know,” Rosemarie said. “You kept muttering about it in your sleep. Something about being seduced by working oranges.”
“Why are y’all leaving? We’ve got to capture Elmer tonight. I can’t do it by myself.”
“We can’t all go to Elmer’s for dinner,” Scarlet said. “He’s an old man. You’ll be able to take him down easy. Remember to go for the little bones. Hurts like a bitch. Besides, it’s a luau theme tonight down at the beach. We don’t want to miss that. They’re giving away those little pineapple drinks with the umbrellas.”
“I can’t believe y’all aren’t going to have my back,” I said. “We’re supposed to be a team. What if he pulls a gun? Or tries some funny business?”
Rosemarie looked at Scarlet. “I told you she was going to make us go with her.”
Scarlet sighed and put her hands on her hips. “What’ll you give us if we go with you?”
The hangover was making my stomach pitch and my head was pounding. I was feeling aggravated and a little bit mean. I narrowed my eyes. “How about I let you collect your share of the million-dollar reward instead of bashing you over the head and taking it from you?”
“Million-dollar reward,” Rosemarie said. “Nobody told me that. What’s my cut?”
“Your cut comes out of Scarlet’s take,” I said before Scarlet could answer.
“I told you you were a Holmes through and through,” Scarlet said. “I can’t believe you’d take an old lady’s money.”
“I don’t think you’re an old lady. I think you’re the Devil in an old lady suit.”
Scarlet cackled and her hula skirt rustled. “Don’t you know it, girlie. I’m too bad to die. Nobody wants me. Not even the Devil himself.”
“Good, I’m glad that’s settled,” I said. “Let’s get moving. You can go to the luau after we’re done. I just want someone watching from outside in case things get out of hand.”
I checked my phone, but I didn’t have any messages from Savage. I’d given him the address and Elmer’s villa number, but we were getting down to crunch time and I was wondering if I was going to be flying solo when it came to making the collar. I couldn’t see Rosemarie and Scarlet being a lot of help.
“Small bones,” I said under my breath.
“There you go,” Scarlet said, and we headed out the door to go catch a murderer.
The sun had started its descent and the paths between the buildings were already dark, so tiki torches had been placed to light the way. I walked to Elmer’s in my flip-flops and the lei Rosemarie had put over my head as we walked out the door. Oddly enough, the lei made it feel like I almost had clothes on, so I was walking with a little more confidence, not caring that Rosemarie and Scarlet were following my shining pink behind from somewhere in the distance.
They weren’t too far back because I could hear them muttering and clomping through the palm fronds. I wasn’t sure what kind of spy Scarlet had been during the war, but it must not have been the silent type.
“There you are,” Elmer said from somewhere to my left.
I almost jumped out of my skin. He was standing in the shadows and I hadn’t heard him at all. I needed to focus. I was not going to be outsmarted by a ninety-something lothario. That would be embarrassing.
“Oh, you scared me. I was in my own world.”
“It’s easy to do that here,” he said, holding out his hand and helping me up the stairs to his back deck. Lanterns were placed so the deck was awash in a romantic light and the sun reflected off the waves. It would have been an awesome sight any other time or with just about any other person.
I’d managed to keep my gaze at eye level. I wasn’t interested in seeing a repeat performance of what had happened down at the beach, and the squishy feeling in my stomach had intensified by about a million. I’d left my Glock back at Scarlet’s, but I knew Scarlet was armed and Rosemarie was carrying zip ties in case I needed restraints.
They must’ve found a good hiding place, because I hadn’t heard a peep from them since Elmer came out of the shadows. My breath hitched when Elmer brought his other hand from behind his back, but I released it with a nervous laugh when I saw the long-stemmed red rose he held.
“A beautiful flower for a beautiful lady,” he said, bowing slightly.
Thank God it was almost dark, because I’d hate to call a man a liar. Don’t get me wrong, I was more than passable in the looks department. I even had days when the hair and makeup and water retention gods were all working in my favor and I felt beautiful. Today wasn’t one of those days. I was sunburned and hungover and I had a pooch from all the alcohol I’d drunk. Those fruity drinks had a lot of calories.
“Thank you,” I said with all the cheerfulness I could muster. And then I made the mistake of looking past him and into his villa. I could see straight into his bedroom. Candles were lit all over the room—to the point I was afraid the entire place was going to go up in flam
es—and the bed was turned back and rose petals scattered across the sheets.
My lungs constricted and little black dots danced in front of my eyes. “What’s for dinner?” I managed to say.
“I thought we might have some champagne and get to know each other a little better first.”
His finger touched the back of my hand and I felt the gorge rise up in my throat. I was about at the end of my rope.
“Small bones,” I muttered.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Never mind. Listen, Elmer—”
“I don’t recall telling you my name,” he said, dark eyes narrowing into a menacing stare.
“I’m here with my Aunt Scarlet. She mentioned your name when I told her where I was going for dinner.”
Damn, I still had the good lie juju. I was starting to become impressed with myself.
“Yes, yes,” he said. “Scarlet. I once knew a woman named Scarlet a long, long time ago. She seduced me and then broke my heart.” He smiled, his capped teeth eerily white and even in the fading sunlight. “I remember her fondly.”
“Hmm, yes. Well—” I struggled for the words and just decided to go for it. The tattoo matched and there was no time like the present. I just had to figure out where to touch him. I didn’t want to grab the wrong limb by mistake in the takedown.
“Are your bones fairly strong?” I asked.
“Beg your pardon?”
“Your bones,” I repeated. “You think they’re pretty strong?”
“This is a very unusual conversation. A little exciting.” He waggled his eyebrows creepily. “Are you going to hurt me?”
“Eww,” I said. “Not that way.” I took Elmer by the wrist and squeezed, using a technique Savage had taught me back when we were in and out of each other’s pockets. Elmer screamed like a little girl and went to his knees, and I twisted his arm behind his back.
“Hush,” I hissed, putting my other hand over his mouth so no one would hear his scream.