Not One Clue_ A Mystery Part 35

"'Feliz Navidad.'"

"I am not."

She stared at me a minute longer. "He got naked!" she said.

I stirred the dough again. "Did not," I said, but she had seated herself by the table. I could feel her staring at me.

"Tell me about it."

"Listen, Laney, I don't know what you think happened, but-"

"Was he worth the irritation?"

I opened my mouth to deny everything, but I was dying to tell her. "Holy cow!" I said, and launched into the tale.

28.

s.e.x is all right, but it's d.a.m.ned hard to compete with a fresh-brewed cup of coffee.-Grandma Brady, whose memory might be slipping a little I saw two clients the next morning, an unhappy s.e.x addict and a happy as.e.xual guy who was sure he should be miserable. saw two clients the next morning, an unhappy s.e.x addict and a happy as.e.xual guy who was sure he should be miserable.

Rivera called that afternoon. I knew I should have been tired, but it was holiday heaven in my head. I was humming "Welcome Christmas" by the Whoville Whos when Shirley buzzed to say Rivera was on line one.

"How you doing?" he asked, voice all low and rumbly in that way that makes my brain cells go limp.

"Quite well," I said, and smiled as I settled back in my chair. "How about you?"

"I can't get you out of my mind."

"The city of Los Angeles deserves your full attention."

"Then you shouldn't sit on the counter wearing nothing but a shoe."

I laughed. The sound was funny. Like a s.e.x machine running on all cylinders. We bantered a little, then said our good-byes.

By the time I pulled up to my curb that evening, the high had worn off a little. When I saw the interior of my house I stopped and blinked. It was clean like it had never been clean before. As I stepped into the living room, I realized that even the air sparkled.

"Laney?" I said.

She stepped out of the kitchen wearing an ap.r.o.n over her cutoffs and looking like June Cleaver with good hair. "You're home early," she said.

"Last client didn't show. I thought you had meetings all day."

"I canceled them. Did you know you have two vacuum cleaners?"

"Weren't you supposed to meet with ..." I searched my memory banks for the name she had given me but it was gone. "G.o.d or somebody?"

"My director. I told her the house was messy and I couldn't make it."

"Are you crazy?"

"Your upstairs carpet is blue."

"You blew off your director to clean my-" I paused. "Blue?"

"Who knew, huh?"

"It's always been brown."

"I rented a steam cleaner."

"Laney," I said, shielding my eyes from the glare of the counter and dropping my purse onto a chair. "You didn't have to clean all this."

"I know, but the Department of Health can be so nasty if they get involved."

I made a face.

She laughed. "My natural-health recipe box is missing."

"Are you serious? The rosewood one that Foxy made for you?"

"Yup."

"With the Green Goo recipe?"

"Yes."

"And the Brain Brightener recipe?"

"Maybe they realized they've been killing themselves with their high-sucrose diet and decided to make a change."

"A health-conscious burglar?"

She shrugged, letting that unlikely delusion shatter. "Or maybe they were hoping for electronics and settled for an etched wood box."

"You think they wanted my computer?"

"Apparently not after they saw it," she said. "Because it's still here."

"Well, at least we know the guy was value-conscious." I plopped down in the nearest chair. "Are you okay?"

"Sure. I'm so sorry we forgot to arm your security system."

I shrugged. "I'm sorry about your recipes."

"Really?"

"No," I said, and suppressed a shudder at the memory of green potable slop. "But I'm sorry I'm not sorry."

She sighed. "I think I remember most of the recipes. I'll miss my jean jacket more."

"They took your jacket, too?"

"It's gone."

"Maybe you forgot it somewhere." She shook her head. "I shoved it into my bag on the way home from the flower shop the other night. It's not there."

"Weird," I said.

Our gazes met. Hers was atypically solemn. "I'm sorry I got you into this, Mac."

I shook my head. "There's no reason to a.s.sume this has anything to do with you."

"They only took two items," she said. "They're both mine."

"You have better stuff than I do. Besides, we don't know they didn't take more. It could take weeks before we realize what's missing."

"Besides the bushel of dirt that had been ground into your carpet."

"And the mushrooms that were growing beside the toilet. You didn't get rid of those, did you?"

She smiled, but the expression was tight.

"You think this has something to do with the letters," I said.

She shrugged. Her brows dipped toward her evergreen eyes. "How many crazies can be out there?"

"This is is L.A. Even you can't count that high." L.A. Even you can't count that high."

"I should move out."

"You planning to bail on me when things get dicey?"

She caught my eye. "I'm serious."

"I am, too. Do you have any idea how many houses are randomly burglarized in L.A. each year?"

"I can't count that high?"

"That's right," I said. "And you hardly live in any of them."

"They didn't take your stereo."

"Maybe they didn't need a twenty-year-old turntable."

"You said they dusted for prints?"

"So I'm told."

"Did they find anything?"

"I don't know yet."

She nodded, then silently scrunched up her face and covered it with her palm.

"Laney?" I said, moving toward her.

She wiped her nose with the back of her hand and waved me away. "I know. I think I'm losing my mind."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Everything. I don't know." She gave me a watery glance. "I just ... there's so much. I should be running lines for the Gabriel movie. And that's on top of the wedding. Flowers, music, seating. Did I tell you the swans are molting?"

Swans? I gave her a look. "Why are you worried about fowl?"

"Jeen's mom thought we should have swans."

"Are you marrying his mom, too?"

"I don't know. I can't remember. I just ... I just want to be married."

I stifled my wince and didn't mention the fact that evidence was was, in fact, quite good that she may have lost her mind if that was the case. "To Solberg, right?"

She gave me a look.

"Right," I said. "Of course."

"But I want to make Jeen happy."

"Happy!" I said, and swallowed a chuckle. "You're the Amazon Queen. You can't help but make him happy."

"That's just the thing. I'm not not the Amazon Queen, Mac. I'm not any of the things people think I am." the Amazon Queen, Mac. I'm not any of the things people think I am."

"Solberg's not people," I said. She gave me a scowl, so I hurried on. "Of course you're not some half-naked jungle girl, Elaine. You're better than that. You're Brainy Laney b.u.t.terfield, the smartest, sweetest, most beautiful woman in the world. I'm sure Solberg would be tickled pink if you stood up in front of a justice of the peace wearing a gunnysack and eating a radish."

"I don't like radishes," she said, and pressed her knuckles against her mouth.

"Laney!" I said, and took her hand. "What is it?"

"My life's a mess. And now I've made your life a mess, too."

"What are you talking about? My life has always been a mess."

"No, it-"