“You need a dog. You need something around to keep you safe.”
I almost asked “What kind of dog?” but stopped myself at the last second. No good encouraging my mother. “Aunt Eugenie should have made other provisions for Fido ‘cause it’s not going to be with me.”
“You’ll have to tell the girl who’s bringing it over, then,” my mother said with a sigh. “I hope it’s not going to be a problem. I promised Eugenie I’d take care of things. If you really can’t take the dog, maybe the girl can talk to Eugenie’s daughter.”
“Who is this girl?”
“I’m not sure. Someone Eugenie knew. Maybe she can push Eugenie’s daughter…Dawn, I think…to take the poor thing in. I hope it all works out.” Her message delivered, Mom then abruptly changed the subject. “Have you seen your brother lately?”
“Booth? No.”
“He has a new girlfriend. I think it’s serious this time. I’d like you to check her out.”
“What do you mean check her out? Like, check her out by looking at her, or are you saying you want me to dig into her background?” My mother was cagey this way. You had to be really certain what she was asking at all times.
“I just think you should meet her.”
The last time I’d met one of Booth’s dates I’d been unable to drag my eyes from the tattoo she had inked around her neck, one of those choke chain designs meant for feral animals. I really felt this particular female should have been sporting the real thing. She looked like she ate human flesh on a regular basis, and she had a habit of staring straight through you that was meant to be intimidating. It was.
“I’ll…meet her whenever I can.”
“Booth’s free right now. I just talked to him.”
“Well, I’m not.” On that I was firm. “I’m with friends now. And I’ve got a benefit to attend Saturday night.”
“With a date?” My mother was completely blown away.
This irked me and sent me into a riff of lying. “Yes.”
“With a man?”
Well, hell. “Yes. A real live man.” I embellished. “Wealthy, too. Owns an island.”
“Oh, Jane.”
Clearly, I’d pushed it too far. “Gotta go,” I said. “I’m getting beeped and I’m expecting a call. I’ll check in with Booth and let you know what I find.”
“And the dog, Jane? Remember the dog. Please think about it.”
I ground my teeth. I wanted to scream that there wasn’t an ice cube’s chance in hell of me taking on an orphaned canine, but I managed to keep my cool. I then rushed into a passel of more excuses and hung up before she could say anything more.
“Sheesh,” I said, reaching for my wine.
Dwayne appeared at that time. “I’ll have a Bud,” he told Manny who brought him the sweating beer tout de suite. Then Dwayne, who’d been nice on the boat ride over, asked, “Evict anyone today?” before sucking down half of his long neck in one swallow. On the heels of my mother’s call, his remark really pissed me off. Billy Leonard can get away with that kind of banter, but it doesn’t work with Dwayne. And the way my mother just assumes I’ll be perennially dateless…
I said, bristling, “That really pisses me off.”
“Everything pisses you off,” he responded without a care.
Because that pissed me off as well, I felt compelled to defend myself. “I never tack up eviction notices unless it’s three days before Christmas and the family has six children and an unemployed handicapped father.” I sipped at Chardonnay number two, determining I wasn’t going to guzzle it as quickly as number one. There were a lot of hours left before bedtime and I didn’t want to flame out too quickly.
“You should take on a real case,” he said.
I said, baldly, “I have.”
Dwayne’s brows lifted with real interest. And at that same moment another boat docked in a newly vacated boat slip. I looked at the captain of the craft and recognized the glowing white mane of Cotton Reynolds.
Chapter Four
I watched as Cotton guided a young woman ahead of him through the short gate into Foster’s On The Lake, one big hand touching the small of her back. I took this to be Cotton’s wife. She looked past me, smiled, and waved fingers at a couple already seated at one of the tables. My head turned as if pulled by a string. Of the couple, I recognized the woman as one of the most successful real estate agents in the area though I couldn’t immediately come up with her name. The man looked like either her son, or a very young, very buff companion. Cotton’s wife sailed past me, clad in blue culottes, white Polo shirt and a red sweater draped across her shoulders Martha Stewart style. The straw hat atop her reddish-blond hair was encircled by a red, white and blue ribbon. Heather, I remembered. She looked as if she were playacting.
Cotton, his distinctive white hair like a beacon, followed after her and shook hands all around. Waiters hovered and Jeff Foster made an obligatory appearance. Several expensive bottles of wine were deposited on the table with a flourish and everyone looked ready to settle in for a long evening. Cotton hugged his wife and she smiled and turned her face up to his. It was all very loving.
“What about this case?” Dwayne asked.
I had been prepared to tell him about Tess Bradbury’s request but faced with Cotton Reynolds in the flesh I found myself suddenly unable to go there. I needed time to think, so I said as a means to collect my thoughts, “I gave a lady a 72-hour notice and her pit bull chased me to my car.”
“I asked you if you’d evicted anyone today and you got pissy.”
“So sue me.” I surreptitiously kept an eye on Cotton’s group. Dwayne, who was turned toward me, twisted on one thigh to see what had captured my attention. I asked quickly, “What are you working on?”
He turned back and lifted his bottle. “A beer. Some R&R.” He squinted through the branches of the oak at the lowering sun. “Maybe a tan.”
“You were waiting for the call that came in this afternoon.”
He grunted. “It’s all about scamming insurance money. Bastards. That’s what the world’s come to. Everybody cheating everybody.”
“Hmmm…” I said. I was miles away but luckily Dwayne wasn’t picking up on my social signals. Either that, or he was simply ready to talk and he’d be damned if I were listening or not.
“Northwest Beneficial Life comes to me. They want me to check up on this potential scam artist. Think he’s falsified some life insurance claims. I start digging and it turns out this guy’s rounded up a crew of alcoholic, drug addict, derelict types who are at death’s door. He buys ’em policies in their names through an independent insurance agent who’s listed at the bottom of every policy.
