Murder After a Fashion

by Grace Carroll

  I was wedged into the elevator and had inadvertently pressed all the buttons. With the door now closed, the elevator creaked and started to descend.

  I pushed a button labeled “Stop,” and the elevator stopped between the floors.

  “No,” I muttered, “that’s not what I meant.” Now I was stuck between floors with a mad killer outside waiting for me. I tried to move the lever on the door, but it didn’t budge. Even if it did and the door opened, what would I do, jump out?

  “Come out of there. Now,” he shouted.

  I yelled that I was stuck, but I don’t think he heard me. He ran back up the stairs and returned to the stairway holding a rifle. I knew where he’d gotten it. From the same place I’d gotten the pistol.

  “Don’t move,” he shouted, pointing the gun at me. “I’ve called the police.”

  I couldn’t decide if that was a bad thing or a good thing. If he’d called the police, did that mean he wasn’t guilty but I was? I was definitely guilty of housebreaking. What about him? I dreaded seeing the look on Jack’s face when I turned up at his police station. He’d tell me he’d found the killer, gotten a confession and the case was closed. He’d never believe I had found Guido’s killer, and I was beginning to have doubts myself. If only the gun in my bag had Weldon’s fingerprints on it. But what if it did? It was his gun. If only the bullet matched the one that wasn’t in his heart after all, that would help, wouldn’t it?

  I didn’t hear sirens. I didn’t hear anything. I wanted to call Dolce. She’d be frantic with worry by now, but I was afraid to make a move.

  Just then I heard the front door open. When I turned my head, which was hard to do in the stalled elevator, I looked down and heard Diana’s voice, but I didn’t understand what she said.

  “Stay where you are,” Weldon yelled at her. “There’s an intruder in the elevator. I’ve got my gun, and I’ve called the police.”

  Her voice rose. “The police? Why did you do that? I told you—”

  “Not about you. I saw her on the surveillance camera. She stole my gun, and I caught her. I told you no one needs to know about you and that chef.”

  My knees gave way then, from fear and from shock. I sank to the old worn boards of the elevator floor, still clutching my bag. What did he mean, “you and that chef”?

  “You know…I didn’t mean…” she said.

  “You didn’t do anything,” he said. “That’s all you have to say.”

  I knew what I was hearing was important, but I didn’t know what it meant or how to put it together.

  It seemed like an eternity that I was stuck in that elevator. Diana and Weldon stayed downstairs while we all waited for the police. I think I dreaded their arrival more than anyone. Unless either Weldon or Diana was guilty. If they were, they didn’t act scared, they acted annoyed. And where was Dolce?

  When the police arrived, I was glad to see the cops were no one I knew. Not yet. They worked on the old elevator while I cowered inside until finally they got a ladder and I crawled out and down the ladder.

  When Diana saw it was me, she stared at me in disbelief.

  “Rita, what are you doing here?” she said. “Did you really take Weldon’s pistol?”

  “I can explain everything,” I said.

  “If you’ll give it back, we won’t press any charges,” she said.

  I said I had to go to the police station.

  I hated to do it. Not only did I face charges of breaking and entering, but I also faced the ire of the police chief. Nevertheless, I quickly gave my handbag to one of the officers, who drove me down to the station after taking a report from Weldon Van Sloat about how he’d surprised a robber in his house. He pointed at me. I didn’t say anything. What could I say? I had broken into their house. I had taken a pistol. I thought that one of them was involved in Guido’s murder, but I didn’t know which one and I couldn’t prove it. I sank down in the backseat of the patrol car feeling despondent.

  When I saw Jack, I didn’t even try to protest or excuse myself.

  “I’m guilty,” I said morosely. “Arrest me. Lock me up.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Where’s the Rita I used to know? The one who wouldn’t go quietly? The girl who was going to solve my murders for me?”

  I was just about to tell him that girl was gone forever when my phone rang. I looked at Jack. He shrugged.

  “Go ahead. Answer it.”

  “Rita, where are you?”

  “I’m at the police station,” I said to Dolce. “Where are you?”

  “I’m at the Van Sloats’ house. They just left for the airport. Rita, I heard everything. You won’t believe it.”

  I turned to Jack. “It’s Dolce. She heard everything.” I handed the phone to him.

  I heard him say, “Yes…yes…I see…I will. Thank you.”

  Then he picked up another phone and had someone stop the Van Sloats at the airport. “Pull them off the plane if you have to,” he said.

  “So you were wrong,” Jack said to me. “Looks like you’re not guilty after all. Your boss heard everything. She’s on her way here.”

  “But I thought you caught the killer.”

  “It was a ruse to stop you from interfering. I see now it didn’t work. You caught the killer yourself,” he said.

  “But how can we prove it?” I said. “I know how you operate. It’s her word against theirs. They’ll say they didn’t do it.” I stopped and looked at Jack. “Wait. Who did it? Not both of them?”

  “From what Dolce said, it was Diana, but her husband wants to take the blame.”

  “I don’t believe it,” I said. “Why? She adored Guido. Thought he was wonderful.”

  “Maybe Guido didn’t adore her. Not enough,” Jack said.

  When Dolce got to the station, her hair was standing on end from the wind and the fright she’d had. I’d never seen her when she wasn’t perfectly dressed and coiffed. Her face was red, and she couldn’t stop shaking. She said Jack was right. She explained that seeing I didn’t return from the Van Sloats’, she got worried. She went into the house from the kitchen door, as I’d done. She heard the police arrive, and instead of coming out she hid in the pantry where I’d found the knife. She wasn’t sure what to do. And she didn’t want to be arrested like I was. From there she heard Diana confessing tearfully to Weldon that she’d had an affair with the chef, but after he told her he’d tell her husband, she shot him the night I went to see him.

  “Mr. Van Sloat was shocked, but he said he still loved her. I must say that was unexpected,” Dolce said in a small voice.

  “You mean she just happened to have the gun in her purse?” I asked. “That sounds like manslaughter, right, Detective?”

  “We’ll see,” he said. Never one to tip his hat, although he never wore a hat to tip.

  I wanted to stick around until the Van Sloats were apprehended and brought in, but Dolce wanted to go home. She was keyed up and exhausted at the same time. Jack complimented her on her courage, and she smiled tearfully. I realized Jack didn’t want us there once he’d gotten our statements and I’d turned over the gun. He had one of his underlings drive me home, and Dolce got into her car and went home.

  Later that evening after I’d had a soothing hot bath and wrapped myself in a huge terry-cloth robe, I ordered a large pizza with homemade fennel sausage, tomato, bell peppers and mozzarella cheese from Azerbyjohnnie’s to be delivered to my house along with a grilled asparagus appetizer and chocolate biscotti for dessert. After what I’d been through, I deserved it. I realized only then just how big a chance I’d taken on one of the Van Sloats being guilty. I wanted to believe it was because I was brave and smart and intuitive, but I also felt lucky that the elevator failed and that Dolce was my backup. Before the pizza arrived, Jack called me.

  “You’ll be glad to know that Diana confessed and so did her husband.”

  “That’s love,” I said. “I guess it is anyway. Who do you believe?”

  “Who do you believe?”
he asked me.

  “I don’t want to think Diana did it. I’m betting on her husband. I never liked him.”

  “That’s not the way it works, Rita.”

  “Well, it should,” I said. “I’ll bet you he’s the one who attacked Armando. He’s the possessive jealous type.” Jack didn’t confirm or deny my statement. “And he hid the knife in the pantry, didn’t he?” Still no confirmation from Jack. But sometimes silence is an affirmation. So I changed the subject and I asked, “Have you had dinner?”

  “Not yet.”

  “If you leave now, you might get here before the pizza guy arrives.”

  “I’ll bring some wine,” he said. “We’ll celebrate.”

  I changed into loungewear with a pair of plaid flannel Juicy Couture drawstring pants and a long, striped, hip-hugging, super-soft cashmere autumn sweater. I was dressed for celebrating my innocence and Jack’s success in apprehending not one but two confessed killers for the same crime. He had to be pleased, he had to be hungry and he had to be grateful to both Dolce and me. He was.

  Dolce’s Fashion Advice for the Summer–Fall Transition

  Keep your legs tan year-round, especially if you live in California. Use a full-strength sunless tanner, but first exfoliate and moisturize your legs. Apply the tanner using a washcloth but not a loofah or a pouf because they cause streaks. Don’t shower for six to eight hours after application. The color needs time to rest, and so do you. Or, try a body bronzer for instant temporary results. Much easier and faster.

  Don’t go too matchy-matchy with your accessories, as my good friend Sandra would say. As I tell my customers, mix and match. Wear bold dangly earrings and carry a satin clutch. Add some classy pumps and a hoodie. Have fun!

  Bodysuits are making a big comeback. Who knew? At Dolce’s we’re ready to update your wardrobe. How about a bodysuit paired with a waist-defining full skirt or a form-fitting tank top with a pair of wide-legged pants. Also check out the below-the-knee skirts you can wear in the warm months with sandals and into winter with boots.

  Play with patterns. Mix stripes with prints. Tie the look together with color, maybe a white background. Maybe red, white and blue.

  Go for the boho look. Start with jeans, either skinny or relaxed. It’s your choice. Add a vintage element, whether it’s worn-out cowboy boots or some old jewelry.

  Play with texture. Try a faux-fur jacket over a girly dress or a jacket made of feathers over your T-shirt and jeans.

  Have an urban uniform ready to go, like skinny jeans with a long-sleeved black T-shirt and your ballet flats, or for those cool fall days, your knee-high boots, of course!

  It’s all about the prints! Check out the batiks—the skirts, shirts and dresses. Add a pair of beaded earrings and sandals to complete the hippie look.

  Florals aren’t done with just because summer’s over. Take a blazer to wear over your flowery frock.

  Scarves are more important than ever. As a beach wrap, a halter dress, a sarong or a turban. For so long, fashion was about the “it” bag or the “it” shoe. Today it’s the “it” scarf. The scarf is the ultimate multitasker. Tweak it, twist it, loop it, tie it, knot it. Your scarf is your best friend, and you can’t have too many of them. You can get great mileage from your scarves. Drape them over a tunic. Or sash them at your hips in the shape of a skirt. Don’t let scarves intimidate you ever again.

  Update your wardrobe by taking a long look in your closet. See if some of your cardigans or dresses would look cute worn backward. Yes, I said backward. A zipper in front instead of in back gives an old dress a new, and maybe even better, look. What about that old chain necklace in your drawer? Wrap it around your wrist a few times and voilà! It’s a new multichain bracelet.

  Combine big bold stripes with ruffles. Stripes are everywhere these days. They toughen up a flirty dress or add pizzazz to a polka-dot top.

  Go glam. Keep a red lipstick with you at all times for a touch-up. Wear skirts and heels instead of pants for a change.

  Recipes

  Since Rita is a noncook, she strongly advises you to sample Indian food in a reputable restaurant instead of cooking at home, but it if you must, then follow these recipes and invite friends in for some authentic dishes and prepare to be the talk of the town. Also all those people you’ve invited will then owe you a dinner. What could be better?

  Indian food, courtesy of Jonathan’s favorite restaurant.

  Vegetable Samosas

  FOR THE DOUGH

  1 cup all-purpose flour

  2 tablespoons oil

  A pinch salt

  Water

  FOR THE FILLING

  3–4 potatoes, boiled, peeled and mashed

  ½ teaspoon garam masala

  Salt to taste

  Red chili powder to taste

  1–2 green chilies, finely chopped

  ½ teaspoon crushed ginger

  ½ cup cooked green peas

  A few chopped cashews (optional)

  A few raisins (optional)

  1 tablespoon finely chopped coriander leaves

  FOR THE DOUGH

  Mix together the flour, oil and salt.

  Add a little water at a time, stirring after each addition, to create a kneadable dough.

  Pat the dough and knead it several times until it is soft and pliable.

  Cover the dough with a moist muslin cloth and set aside for 15 minutes.

  FOR THE FILLING

  In a large bowl, combine the mashed potatoes, garam masala, salt, chili powder, green chilies, and ginger. Mix well.

  Add the green peas, cashews and raisins, and mix well.

  Add the coriander and set aside.

  FOR THE SAMOSAS

  Roll the dough into small balls, and then flatten each ball into a 4- to 5-inch circle.

  Cut each dough circle in half to create two semicircles.

  For each samosa, take one semicircle and fold it like a cone, using water to seal the side. Place a spoonful of filling in the cone, then pinch the top of the cone to close it, again using a drop of water to seal the dough.

  Heat enough oil of your choice in a deep pot and deep-fry the samosas, a few at a time, until golden brown. If you’re afraid of deep-frying or prefer a less-fattening version, sauté the samosas, a few at a time, in a small amount of oil in a frying pan.

  Serve the samosas hot and crisp with chutney

  Navratan Korma

  3 tomatoes

  1 tablespoon vegetable oil

  ¼ cup dried fruit (such as raisins mixed with cashew nuts)

  2 onions, grated

  1 ½ teaspoons ginger paste

  1 ½ teaspoons garlic paste

  Salt to taste

  1 teaspoon turmeric

  1 ½ teaspoons red chili powder

  1 teaspoon ground coriander

  2 teaspoons garam masala

  1 tablespoon ghee or butter

  1 cup milk or water

  3 cups boiled vegetables of your choice, such as a combination of potatoes, carrots, green peas, French beans, cauliflower, cabbage and green beans

  2 tablespoons cream

  Coriander leaves for garnish

  Boil whole tomatoes until tender in a pot of water, then allow to cool. Puree the cooled, drained tomatoes in a blender, or use canned tomato puree.

  Heat 1 tablespoon of vegetable oil on medium heat and lightly sauté the dried fruit for about 1 minute.

  Add the onions and the ginger and garlic pastes and sauté until golden brown.

  Stir in the salt, turmeric, red chili powder, ground coriander, and garam masala and continue sautéing for 2–3 minutes more.

  Add the tomato puree, stirring well, and cook the mixture for 4 minutes. Make sure the mixture doesn’t stick to the bottom of the pan.

  Add the milk or water. Bring the mixture to a boil and reduce the heat, cooking until the sauce becomes thick.

  Finally, add in the vegetables and cook for 5–7 minutes until heated through.

  Serve t
he navratan korma hot. Sprinkle cream and chopped coriander leaves on the navratan korma before serving with long-grain rice.

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