G'Day To Die Part 21

"I guess it took them a while to travel from Melbourne."

"Milbourne?" He released his cell phone. "This is Hinry. You could have told told me the police were traveling from Milbourne. I had a killer on my hands! What if-" me the police were traveling from Milbourne. I had a killer on my hands! What if-"

Click.

He stared at the phone. "A killer on my tour. This really takes the air out of my tires."

I patted his arm. "It always does the first time."

When a bus horn tooted, Henry straightened his cap and escorted me briskly across the lot. "There's been some shuffling of pa.s.sengers between buses because of that Zwerg woman, so I'm afraid you might have lost your seat on the first bus. Lit me chick."

Nana pressed her nose against her window and waved as I waited. Henry returned in moments. "They're full up. Looks like you'll have to ride bus number two with me."

"I'm easy." With Diana Squires in custody and the other guests no longer in jeopardy, I didn't care where I sat or with whom.

Duncan nabbed me as I climbed the stairs. "Gotcha now." He took my hand. "The backseat has our name on it."

"But-"

Etienne occupied the front seat with Bernice, who was snugged into a silver survival blanket like a stick of gum in its wrapper, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Harold and I weren't married many years before he pa.s.sed on, so I'm practically a virgin," she said. "And in the best shape of my life. Did I happen to mention that I'm an Olympic sprinter?"

The muscle in Etienne's jaw twitched as I pa.s.sed. Poor guy. He was too new at this to know about the benefits of earplugs.

We arrived at the back and sat down behind Jake and Lola, which would have creeped me out an hour ago, but with our killer in custody, Jake and his bugs no longer seemed so scary. Nothing in the world world seemed scary anymore! seemed scary anymore!

I exhaled a relieved breath, feeling as if a tremendous weight had been lifted off my shoulders. The situation had resolved itself almost too quietly. I guess I'd gotten too used to fire alarms, police sirens, guns, mace, and chokeholds. Having someone else take down the bad guy felt a little anticlimactic, but I welcomed the change. Now maybe I could relax and enjoy the rest of the trip.

I settled back and stretched my legs. Ahhhhh Ahhhhh. No more worries. None. Not a single one.

"I was under the impression the only creatures allowed to swim at Seal Bay were the sea lions," said Duncan. "So what's with the wet hair?"

I gave it a ruffle. "Do you like it?"

He trailed his fingers through my wet locks and gave me a look that burned halfway through my skull. "It's hot." His voice dipped to a husky whisper. "You're s.e.xy when you're wet."

Okay, I might still have one small worry.

"I hope you enjoyed Seal Bay," the driver announced. "Our nixt stop will be Stokes Bay on the north sh.o.r.e, where there's a spictacular beach and a ripper cafe where you can pick up lunch. Won't be so windy there. It's a fifty-five-minute drive, much of it on unsealed roads, so the going could git a bit b.u.mpy. We'll drive through a nice patch of gums near the Cygnet Riveh, but the landscape won't git dramatic until we reach the coast. The bist part of the island is around the idges. If you have quistions at any time, just call 'im out."

As we rolled out of the parking lot, Duncan removed a sack from the overhead rack and dropped it on my lap.

"What's this?"

"Open it."

I stuck my hand inside and pulled out a furry toy sea lion pup with huge eyes and a droopy, ill-tied bow around its neck. "Oh, Duncan, he's adorable! Thank you. Does he have a name?"

"I'm not sure. It might say on the tag."

I found the manufacturer's tag tucked behind the ribbon, dangling beside a diamond ring whose stone was the size of a gumball. "Oh, my G.o.d, Duncan." Uh-oh. Big Big worry. "It's beautiful. I mean, it's incredible. I-I don't know what to say." worry. "It's beautiful. I mean, it's incredible. I-I don't know what to say."

"How about, 'Yes, Duncan, I'll marry you.'"

I angled the stone toward the window, dazzled when it splintered with a million points of light. "Wow."

"I hope it's big enough. I considered a three-carat stone, but I thought your hand was too small to carry off three carats, so I settled on two. If you'd prefer three, I can exchange it. I don't want you to feel short-changed."

He was so excited, so boyishly enthusiastic. How was I supposed to deal with this? "Does Etienne know about the ring?"

"I don't broadcast my every move to Miceli."

"I thought you two were best buddies."

"We are." He twisted two fingers together. "Like this."

"You can't stand the sight of each other, can you?"

"I despise the man."

"So why why are you on this trip together?" are you on this trip together?"

"I thought you might have figured that out." He looked at me with the kind of yearning the world's greatest actors couldn't fake. "I want you; he wants you. You know what they say: 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.' I don't want to lose you, pretty, and I'm not about to let Miceli get the upper hand. I love you too much."

Oh, geez. What What was was it with me and my feast-or-famine love life? Was it normal for thirty- it with me and my feast-or-famine love life? Was it normal for thirty- year-olds to have problems like this?

My heart raced. My palms grew sweaty. Of course it wasn't normal! If it was normal, Cosmo Cosmo would have had a quiz about it, along with lists of the ten most exciting places in a two-car garage to make love and twelve erotic uses for athletes foot powder. would have had a quiz about it, along with lists of the ten most exciting places in a two-car garage to make love and twelve erotic uses for athletes foot powder.

"Don't fall for it," Lola advised over her seat back. "They say anything to git you in the sack, then they turn into aliens. 'Specially the good-looking ones."

Duncan leaned forward. "Excuse me, but no one invited you to take part in this conversation."

"p.i.s.s off. I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to your girlfrind."

"Put a sock in it, would ya?" Jake snarled at her.

"You put a sock in it!" She whacked his shoulder. "Don't be tilling me to shut up whin I'm handing out important advice. If someone had given put a sock in it!" She whacked his shoulder. "Don't be tilling me to shut up whin I'm handing out important advice. If someone had given me me the lowdown on you blokes, maybe I wouldn't have got stuck with you!" the lowdown on you blokes, maybe I wouldn't have got stuck with you!"

"I've got a flash for you, Mrs. Silverthorn. No one but me would put up with you. Everyone knows what you are. Trash. You driss like trash. You talk like trash."

"And who are you? Mr. Prince Charles freaking Windsor?"

"No! I'm apparently the local trash collector!"

Heads turned. Eyebrows lifted. Just what every tour needed: two dead bodies and a fistfight in 9A and B.

"How long have the two of you been married?" I asked as a stopgap measure.

"Too long," spat Jake.

"b.l.o.o.d.y ratbag! You think it's been a picnic for me living with you and all your creepy crawlies? My big sisteh reels in a dintist. My baby sisteh nabs a pilot. Who do I git? The king of pist control! Tin years of b.l.o.o.d.y-"

"Eleven."

"Tin!"

"Eleven!" he yelled. "Oops, my mistake. Stupid people can't count that high! Not enough fingahs!"

"You-!"

"How about a little traveling music?" our driver interrupted.

"ROLL OUT THE BARRE-LL..." I slapped my hands over my ears as the tune exploded through the speaker system. " I slapped my hands over my ears as the tune exploded through the speaker system. "WE'LL HAVE A BARRE-LL OF FUN..."

Lola grabbed a fistful of Jake's tank top. "You hear that, you miserable bahstid?" She broke into a sudden smile. "That's our song!"

We climbed off the bus at Stokes Bay dazed and punchy. I sighed with exhaustion. "Who would have guessed that She'll be Comin' 'Round the Mountain She'll be Comin' 'Round the Mountain had so many stanzas?" had so many stanzas?"

"It wasn't meant to be sung in rounds," said Duncan. "I think Henry got it confused with Row, Row, Row Your Boat Row, Row, Row Your Boat. d.a.m.n, I could use a cold beer, or"-he smiled with roguish charm-"we could make it champagne if you'd say yes."

Champagne wouldn't cut it. I needed Valium. "I'm not being coy, Duncan. Honest. But please please give me a little time to think. I feel all scattered." give me a little time to think. I feel all scattered."

"How's that for timing? I make my big play for the girl during the planet's loudest shouting match and singalong. Just call me Mr. Romance."

"It could have been worse."

"I realize that. You could have said no." He eyed me with sober resignation. "I'll give you all the time you need, Em, and if you decide the ring belongs on your finger, it'll be right here waiting for you." He patted the deep front pocket of his shorts. "All you have to do is say the word."

"Thanks," I said, meaning it sincerely.

He winked. "No worries." He scanned our surroundings, easing the emotion of the moment. "So this is our spectacular beach, is it?"

The sh.o.r.e was cobblestoned with rocks the size of melons, smoothed and polished by the surf and strewn in a rough mosaic between surly headlands. Duncan let out a low whistle. "This place has 'broken leg' written all over it. I hope no one's planning to take a dip. Was the other beach this rugged?"

"You didn't see the other beach?"

"I was a bit preoccupied embellishing your sea lion."

"You were in the gift shop the whole time?"

He ticked off points on his fingers. "First, the clerk had to find ribbon. Then we argued about how to tie it into a pom-pom. You know what the biggest problem was?"

"He wouldn't listen to your suggestions?"

"He wasn't gay."

Yeah, no way could two straight guys ever figure out how to fluff a bow.

"And when those two detectives arrived with Diana Squires in handcuffs, I got too intrigued to leave. Who knew, huh?"

I pushed gravel around with the toe of my sandal. "I, uh, I suspected her all along."

"You're kidding me. How'd you know she was a thief?"

My foot came to a grinding halt. "Excuse me?"

"I heard the officer tell her she was being arrested for theft."

"Theft? They were supposed to arrest her for murder!"

He studied my face. "Oh, no. You've been doing it again."

"Doing what?"

"Imagining that everyone who leaves the earth is doing so by unnatural means. Listen to me, Emily: not everyone who dies has been murdered. Did the coroner give you any reason to believe the Bellows woman was a victim of foul play?"

"No, but I have a call in to him. Coroners can miss things at a crime scene, especially if they don't realize it is is a crime scene." a crime scene."

"So you think Diana killed Claire?"

I worried my bottom lip. "I did until the police arrested her for theft. I don't get it."

He gave my nose a playful tweak. "When we get back to the hotel, I'm treating you to a full body ma.s.sage. No wonder you're feeling scattered. You're pulling double duty as Nancy Drew. Let the police do the investigating, Em. You need to get the relaxation juices flowing, and there's nothing better than deep muscle ma.s.sage to do it. Warm oil. Body heat. Fluffy towels. It'll be better than a spa. What do you say?"

I pulled the sympathy card from my shoulder bag and smiled. "Have you signed this yet?"

Chapter 17.

Theft? What had she stolen? The angiosperms? Nana's photos?

As hungry guests hustled toward a weathered hut called The Rockpool Cafe and staked claims on nearby picnic tables, I lagged behind, trying to sort out the puzzle.

She couldn't have been hauled off for stealing Nana's Polaroids. I mean, we hadn't even filed a police report! And how could she be arrested for digging up a plant no one could prove existed? Detectives wouldn't cross state lines to drag her back to Melbourne for that, would they? And why the Melbourne authorities? If she committed a crime in Port Campbell, wouldn't the local authorities be responsible for transporting her back?

Why wasn't this making any sense? wasn't this making any sense?

I surveyed the grounds, keeping an eye peeled for Jake, Conrad, and Roger. This wasn't good. If Diana hadn't killed Claire and Nora, someone else had, and that someone was still running around free as a bird.

My stomach sank to my knees. Now what?