by Deb Baker
“I don’t know,” Gretchen said, swinging through the broken window. “Let’s try to find her first. She wouldn’t be happy if she thought we had sent the police after her.”
“What about her things?” Nina said, eyeing the cart. “I can’t imagine anyone wanting to steal from her, I mean, what’s worth taking? But she treats them like treasures.”
“Let’s put everything in the trunk,” Gretchen said, grabbing a pile of clothing.
****
They checked out the soup kitchen and questioned people on the street who knew her. Two women feeding crumbs to the pigeons from a bench on Central Avenue didn’t know where she was. No one had seen her.
A phone call told them she hadn’t been admitted to a local hospital. At four o’clock they gave up and went home.
Daisy had vanished from the homeless community of central Phoenix, leaving behind her precious shopping cart and a trail of blood.
Chapter 26
Gretchen walked along the sidewalk leading to April’s home in Tempe with Nimrod in her purse. She had learned to accept April’s green Astroturf lawn and weeds forcing their way merrily along the edges wherever a bit of dirt existed. She appreciated the woman for her internal beauty rather than for her external environment. The inside of the house would be just as unkempt.
She heard an eerily familiar snarl when she knocked on the front door. Please don’t tell me Enrico’s inside! It can’t be true. Nimrod perked up his ears in recognition. His tail beat in puppy glee. “How can you like that little devil?” Gretchen asked the fluff ball, bending close. Nimrod gave her a kiss on the nose.
April opened the door holding Enrico, who emitted another threatening growl.
“He knows who I am,” Gretchen complained in exasperation. “Why is he growling? Look at him, his teeth are even bared.”
“He likes to put on a show,” April said. “He’s a scaredy-cat underneath the bravado. Come on in.”
Gretchen thought back on her conversation with Nina. Her aunt had been intentionally evasive about Enrico’s new home. She wouldn’t want to be around when Gretchen learned that the monster menace might be a permanent member of the group. “I can’t believe Nina talked you into taking him.”
“He’s kinda cute, and I can always send him back if it doesn’t work out. This is a trial run for both of us. Have a seat.”
Gretchen sat amid April’s miniature dolls and told her friend about the visit with Evie and the discovery that Bernard had been embezzling from Charlie Maize.
“Charlie knew and didn’t stop him,” Gretchen finished.
“That sounds just like Charlie,” April said. “She had a big heart when it came to her friends.”
“Some friend.”
“Let’s move him to the top of our suspect list.”
“He’s number one on mine,” Gretchen said. “Charlie showed the room boxes to Evie the day before she died. Evie says she never saw a kitchen scene. Charlie must have left it until the end as a surprise to all of them. The killer had to have found out what Charlie was up to.”
“Nina told me Daisy’s missing. She’s a tough cookie, and she’s streetwise. I bet she’s okay.”
“I keep telling myself that.” Gretchen let Nimrod down. He trotted off to investigate the kitchen floor, knowing April’s floor always produced tasty morsels.
April stroked Enrico’s tiny ears with her large hand. They both looked contented. Who would have guessed they’d hit if off?
“Any news on Ryan Maize?” April asked. “Have the police found him?”
“Not that I’ve heard.”
“And that hunky detective? What’s with you and Matt?”
Gretchen shrugged.
“That’s one very scary female he’s trying to get rid of. She has her hooks so deep in him, he’ll never get away.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Gretchen remembered their kiss, how sweet it was.
“You aren’t giving up on him, are you? You aren’t going to let her win?”
“I can’t get involved with a married man.”
April covered her ears. “I can’t stand hearing you say that one more time. The man is getting a divorce. He’d be available right now if she wasn’t fighting it. He hides from her. Believe me, the love is gone.”
Leave it to April to put the situation in prospective. Was Gretchen using Kayla as another excuse to run away? She was more frightened by the possibility of a close relationship than by a crazy wife. Gretchen hadn’t exactly excelled at choosing men in the past. Was she relationship phobic? Everyone else seemed to have some kind of phobia—Matt with his dolls, April and clowns. Was it so farfetched that she might be too afraid to open up her heart again?
“Bonnie said a court date is coming up,” April said. “She has great hopes for this one. Matt will be a free man.”
Gretchen wasn’t going to hold her breath. “Nina, Britt, and I are going to the rodeo tonight,” she said. “I’m inviting you to go with us.”
April’s eyes widened. “But…”
“I know you’re afraid of clowns. You don’t have to go, I’ll understand. But I want you to know you’re welcome to come along. Besides, at the rodeo, clowns are helpers. They protect the riders. They aren’t the scary ones. It’s the bulls you should be afraid of.”
“I’ll come,” April said, a little hesitantly. “Maybe I can beat this thing. Yes,” she said, with more confidence. “Count me in.”
****
The Parada Del Sol rodeo was in full bucking motion when they arrived. The women entered the arena without any pets. The noise and commotion, Gretchen had reasoned, would scare the pets. April thought it over and sided with Gretchen, as did Britt, leaving Nina with the only vote to bring them along. She reluctantly left Tutu in the company of Nimrod and Enrico. Caroline agreed to dog-sit and protect Wobbles from the small gang of miniature instigators.
“Why spoil your fun?” Gretchen had argued with her mother. “They can stay alone. Wobbles doesn’t need protection from the dogs. It’s the other way around.”
“I know that,” Caroline replied. “But I don’t really like rodeos ever since I saw a cowboy gored by a bull.” She shuddered. “The man almost died. It’s not fun anymore. I’d rather work. I’ve started my second doll book, and it’s moving along nicely.”
Tutu had watched Nina leave with such baleful eyes that her aunt almost broke down and took her along. Gretchen whisked her aunt away before she could cave in to the manipulative animal.
Wearing western gear like everyone else in the arena, the three women found places on the metal bleachers. April’s cowboy hat had an enormous brim. Nina wore a snappy white cowgirl hat and a sequined jean jacket. Britt had even toned down her business approach by wearing jeans with a blue blazer.
Gretchen and Nina kept April between them so she couldn’t panic and bolt. They weren’t sitting five minutes before a clown popped out of a barrel. April screamed and crammed her knuckles in her mouth. With her free hand, she grabbed the red bandana around Gretchen’s neck and squeezed.
“It’s going to be all right,” Gretchen reassured her, trying to break free before her airway was damaged. “Focus on something else. Look over there.”
A cowgirl rode into the arena, lasso swinging over her head. The crowd cheered when she roped her calf. April’s grip loosened and her eyes lit up. “I’ve never been to a rodeo before,” she said. “This is kind of exciting.”
“What a deprived childhood you had,” Nina said.
“I couldn’t go because of the clowns. But this isn’t so bad. As long as the clowns stay way over there, I should be fine. This is much better than a parade where they come right up to you. They aren’t going to come right up to me, are they?”
“Nope,” Gretchen readjusted her bandana. “You’re safe here.” She loved the excitement of a rodeo, the danger, the feeling that she’d time traveled back to the past. “Cowboys are sexy,” she said as one of the riders dusted off his pants with his hat and str
ode from the ring.
“Yummy,” April agreed. “Good enough to eat.”
“Look at that one!” Gretchen said, getting into the swing of things. Why not? She was single. She could ogle as well as any man. Although she didn’t think any of them compared to Matt Albright. He was in a class of his own.
April pointed across at a group of cowboys getting ready to ride. “They could all eat crackers in my bed, all at the same time.”
The women warmed up to the game, evaluating the rugged cowboys. Suddenly Nina gasped. “Don’t look,” she said harshly, leaning across April and squeezing Gretchen’s knee.
“What?” Gretchen glanced at her aunt. Nina was full of drama most of the time. Tonight wasn’t an exception.
“I said, don’t look.” Nina’s eyes swung across the arena.
Gretchen craned her neck. At first, she didn’t see anything unusual. Then she spotted Matt Albright sitting on the other side, slightly to the right and a few rows below them. She was surprised that Nina had been able to pick him out of the crowd.
She was even more surprised when he leaned over and whispered to a blond woman sitting beside him. The woman laughed. He laughed back. Then he put his arm around her and pulled her in to his chest.
April saw, too, because she sucked in air loudly.
Gretchen squeezed her eyes shut, opened them, and saw the same thing.
“I told you not to look,” Nina said.
“What’s going on?” Britt said.
“Gretchen’s boyfriend is over there with another woman,” April said, raising her arm.
“Don’t point!” Nina hissed.
“What’s the big deal,” Gretchen said lightly, although she felt a shooting pain in her chest. A wave of nausea washed over her like the onset of flu. “It’s not like we’ve made a commitment or anything.”
Stolen kisses in the moonlight obviously meant much more to her than they had to him. Granted, she’d been avoiding him and hadn’t returned his phone calls, but he could have tried harder, waited longer.
The discovery was hurtful, not to mention embarrassing. The entire doll community was expecting fireworks from Matt and Gretchen. They’d get fireworks all right, but not the kind they expected. Next time she went to Curves, they’d know all about tonight.
“What a rat,” Nina said. “Two-timing Gretchen.”
“He doesn’t…” Gretchen began weakly, trying to keep her voice steady. “He’s only…” What was he? And what did he mean to her? “Nothing,” she decided. “He’s absolutely nothing to me.”
I sure know how to pick them! Her last relationship had ended when she caught the snake cheating. This one was over before it even got off the ground.
“Let’s get out of here,” Nina said. She stood up and sidestepped to block Gretchen’s view of Matt and his new beautiful blonde. Another pencil-thin Arizona woman guaranteed to shatter Gretchen’s self-esteem.
“Not so fast,” April said, grabbing Gretchen’s arm before she could rise. “We have a mission to accomplish. We’re the Mod Squad.”
“We have a mission?” Nina asked, echoing April. “We’re the Mod Squad? Nobody told me.”
“What mission?” Britt said, completely confused.
“You’re helping me overcome my clown phobia. Besides, he must have an explanation.”
“April’s right about staying,” Gretchen insisted, finding her voice. “We came to enjoy the rodeo and I, for one, am going to enjoy it.”
If it kills me.
Gretchen inhaled and exhaled slowly. She blocked the cozy couple from her mind. “I see a few people working here that I recognize from the homeless shelter,” she said, watching a man empty a garbage can. “We can ask them about Daisy.”
April’s giant cowboy hat swung with her head. “Let’s walk around, get something to drink, and see what we see,” April struggled upright and adjusted her hat. “Don’t kick any paper cups,” she warned. “It’s bad luck and could spook the horses.”
“I thought you said you’ve never been to a rodeo before,” Gretchen said.
“I haven’t, but I read a lot. Horses are easy to scare. Just like me.”
“You’re tougher than you think,” Gretchen said, hoping her word made April stronger. But how tough am I?
As they walked to the concession area, a cowboy riding a bull broke into the center of the arena, waving an arm and plunging back and forth while the bull did everything possible to unseat its load. The crowd went wild as the seconds ticked by. The cowboy catapulted from the animal and scrambled for safety. A clown drew the bull’s attention away from the rider by running in front of it, waving a red flag.
“See,” April said, sweating glistening on her face. “My immersion plan is working. I’m not afraid.” But she hadn’t taken two more steps before she grabbed Gretchen and Nina for support. “Oh, Lordy, I lied. I feel real weak like I might faint.”
“Sit down for a minute,” Gretchen said. They guided April to an open spot on the lower bleachers. “I’ll get you something to drink. That’ll make you feel better.”
“I’ll get it,” Nina said, hurrying off. Her white cowgirl hat bobbed through the crowd.
“I’ll go with her.” Britt ran to catch up.
“I’m really sorry.” April wiped her forehead with her sleeve.
“I’m proud of you for making the effort. You’re doing great.”
April’s eyes bulged. She stared down the aisle. “Here comes one. Oh, no.”
“You’ll be fine.” Gretchen didn’t believe it for a second. April looked like she was about to have a fatal heart attack.
“I’m going to faint.”
“Put your head between your knees.”
April complied. The big woman’s upper torso swung down. Her cowboy hat fell to the floor. The clown approached. He stopped in front of them. “Don’t look,” Gretchen warned April. “Stay where you are and take deep breaths.”
“Word on the street,” the clown said, “is that you’re looking for Daisy.”
Gretchen saw April turn her upside-down head to the side just enough to see the clown’s big, red feet. “You’re okay.” Gretchen patted her back reassuringly.
Without a word, April heaved forward and crumpled facedown between Gretchen and the clown. No one in the stands seemed to notice. All eyes were focused on the cowboys.
“Too much to drink?” the clown asked.
“You need to leave before she opens her eyes and sees you again,” Gretchen said, squatting beside April, wondering what to do.
Just then, the crowd seemed to part. Gretchen looked up and saw Matt Albright weaving toward them. Nina and Britt appeared next to her, carrying trays filled with food and drinks. April started to move.
The clown trotted away. Gretchen watched him until he stopped at an exit door and looked back at her. “Help April,” Gretchen said to Nina, rising from her prone friend. She was afraid to take her eyes off the clown for fear of losing sight of him. “I’ll be right back.”
She followed him out the door and into the darkness. He moved quickly, heading away from the lights of the parking lot. Gretchen hesitated under a light, aware that she would become vulnerable to an attack if she continued. She was putting herself in a position that she’d been careful to avoid her whole life. Her mother would flip if she knew Gretchen was chasing a man through the night without protection. So would Nina. But she had to know what had happened to Daisy.
Wait. She still had Nina’s lipstick pepper spray. It was buried somewhere in her purse, where it wasn’t doing her a bit of good at the moment. Next time, she’d have it ready.
All Gretchen could see in the darkness was the clown’s white face paint. He’d stopped moving. “Where is Daisy?” she asked.
“Daisy sends a message.”
“Tell me.” Gretchen was constantly amazed at the homeless community’s communications network. She wondered how it worked.
“Meet her at midnight.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Nacho’s.”
“How did she know where to find me?”
The clown’s teeth flashed when he smiled, but he didn’t answer.
Gretchen relaxed slightly. He wasn’t going to attack her. “What if I hadn’t been at the rodeo tonight?”
“Then we would have found you tomorrow. Daisy says come alone.”
The clown turned his white face away and faded into the night.
Gretchen used her cell phone to contact Nina. Matt was attending to April. “She’s playing it for all it’s worth,” Nina said. “She’s drooling all over him.”
“Tell her to snap out of it,” Gretchen said, walking toward the car. “Meet me outside. I’m not coming back in.” The last thing she wanted was an introduction to Matt’s latest conquest.
Chapter 27
Gretchen stood in the darkness under a viaduct. Cars roared by overhead. Even at this late hour, the city was alive with activity. Streaks of light from passing cars exposed graffiti on the sides of train cars parked on the crisscross of tracks near by. Ten minutes to twelve. She had worried about her safety at the rodeo. That was nothing compared to where she found herself now.
If she screamed, no one would hear, no one would come to her aid. If she was murdered tonight, her body wouldn’t be found for days, or weeks, or ever. Yet Daisy was at home in this isolated corner of Phoenix where shadows constantly shifted and social outcasts roamed.
Gretchen didn’t see any signs of life at the base of the massive concrete supports. Nacho’s home. She remembered her surprise at that. A homeless person with a home.
The destitute man usually lived inside his head, inebriated more often than sober, but Daisy loved him. They had a better relationship than Gretchen had ever had. She put her personal problems out of her mind. There would be time later for self-pity.
Nacho had reconstructed his home several times. He called it upgrading. When weather conditions destroyed one of his makeshift homes, he built again in the same place, risking flash floods to live here instead of in one of the shelters where he would have to abide by someone else’s rules.