Sex, Murder And A Double Latte. Kyra Davis
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“You know Susan Lee?” Alice asked.
“No, I don’t think I do.”
“Oh, you know her. She’s in here all the time. She’s in her twenties, Chinese—she wears DKNY a lot.”
“Oh, right, Susan.” I had no idea who Alice was talking about. She had just described half the women in San Francisco.
“They found her body in the Dumpster in her garage last night. She’d been strangled.”
I glared at my hand that had somehow positioned itself dangerously close to the Mon Chère chocolates on the counter. “Any suspects?”
“They didn’t say on the news. They think the body had been lying there for a long time. Hours maybe. Can you believe it? She was such a pretty girl, and someone just threw her in the trash.”
Of course I could believe it. The Dumpster bit was right out of a B movie. Definitely not something I could use in a book.
“They interviewed her brother on TV. He just kept saying the same thing over and over—‘But I just talked to her, I just talked to her.’ It was like he was in a trance. He couldn’t think right.”
I winced. How could I be so heartless? A woman had been killed and the lack of creativity of those who murdered her meant nothing to the people who loved her. All that mattered to them was that someone who was an intricate part of their existence had been taken suddenly from them, without even the chance to say goodbye.
Alice punched the price of the Red Bull into her register at a speed that indicated that she was not done talking. “Andy’s taking it really hard. He’s so sensitive, and I think maybe he had a little crush on her. Usually he won’t take his full lunch break, but today I made him. I told him to walk around the block and get some fresh air. I even offered to give him the day off, but he said no. He never takes a day off. Doesn’t matter if he’s sick. He always comes to work.”
I smiled and gave a slight nod of acknowledgment. I was only half listening. My mind had gone back to my window and the broken glass. But I was being stupid. If there had been a murderer in my apartment last night, why was I still in perfect health? Well, not perfect, but I’d have a hard time pinning my current condition on anyone other than my buddy Smirnoff. I pushed my sunglasses back in place. Nothing like starting off the day with a few paranoid delusions. Maybe I needed a little chocolate to help bring me back to reality. Really…how many calories could be in one Mon Chère?
I silently gestured to Alice that she should add the candy to my purchase before handing her a few crumpled dollar bills and scooping up my items. “Be careful when you’re locking up tonight.”
“Oh, I will,” Alice called after me. “And you be careful too. You never know what this crazy man might do next.”
I gave a little wave over my shoulder in response. I stepped onto the sidewalk, looked down to check that I had zipped my purse, and boom, I had a head-on collision with the Jolly Green Giant. Or at least that’s what I assumed upon impact. In reality it was just Andy. The corners of my mouth curled up.
“We’ve got to stop doing this,” I said.
“Gosh, I’m sorry, Miss Katz!” Andy retrieved my dented beverage from underneath a newspaper stand.
“It was my fault—again. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” I craned my neck back to meet his gaze. His eyes were even more bloodshot than mine. “Andy, I heard about your friend Susan. I’m really sorry.”
Andy’s face scrunched up to about half its normal size and his breath shortened into little gasps. I impulsively reached my arms out to him. His huge body collapsed against me, and I gently stroked his back. “Shh…it’s okay, Andy. Shh.”
“No, no it’s not okay, I liked her. She wasn’t supposed to die—I liked her.”
“I know, I know. It’s messed up, but she’s in a better place now.”
“Really?” Andy pulled back to use the sleeve of his plaid flannel shirt as a makeshift Kleenex. “You believe that?”
“Really.” Maybe. I gave what I hoped was a reassuring squeeze to the portion of his arm that hadn’t been soiled yet. “The best way we can honor her memory is to do everything we can to improve matters in this world so that things like this won’t happen anymore.”
“I don’t want anything like this to ever happen again. Never.”
It must be wonderful to be that naive. “Well, all we can do is our part, be nice to people, do unto others and all that jazz.”
The two thin blond lines that made up Andy’s eyebrows joined forces as he tried to figure out what the hell I was talking about. I tapped the top of my bloated Red Bull can with my fingernail. “Just be yourself and you’ll be fine.”
Some of the confusion and distress slipped from his countenance. “I can do that!”
“Yeah, you can. Andy, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Okay, Sophie.”
I patted his arm again and started my journey to my Acura, which was parked somewhere near Siberia. As sick as it was, the morning’s drama had actually put me in a better mood. I felt sorry for Andy, but I couldn’t help but feel good about having been able to help him. Hell, the guy had even called me by my first name.
Of course, I would have felt even better if the murder hadn’t happened so close to home.
Free Vibrator With Every Purchase Over $100
I didn’t bother to suppress my laughter when I read the sign perched on Guilty Pleasures’ front display table.
Dena emerged from the back of the store wearing a pair of black boot-cut pants and a Castro long-sleeved shirt. Considering her small size, the bold abstract on her top should have overwhelmed her. It didn’t. She gave me a quick hug before gesturing to the sign.
“What can I say? When you’re right, you’re right.” She shrugged. “So are you here to shop or visit?”
“Visit,” I said absently as I toyed with a penis-shaped water bottle. “Do you have time for a short break?”
“Barbie, I need you to watch the floor while we go in back.”
A Puerto Rican woman with heavy black eyeliner and dressed in a kind of dominatrix-style vinyl outfit looked up from straightening a stack of crotchless panties and gave Dena a cheerful smile.
I followed Dena into a small office connected to her stockroom. “That woman is not named Barbie.”
“I don’t care if she wants to be referred to as the Cabbage Patch Kid, that woman knows more about sex toys than any other employee I’ve ever had. It’s like she has a Ph.D. in erotica.” Dena removed a stack of invoices from a padded folding chair before offering it to me and seating herself at her desk. “So what’s up?”
“I met a guy.”
“A guy you want to date?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Glory hallelujah, it’s a miracle! My God, Sophie, if you had gone any longer on this celibacy kick of yours, I would have staged an intervention.”
“I can only imagine what that would have looked like.” I fingered an odd-looking Beanie Baby with five legs that had been left on top of a small filing cabinet. Wait a minute. “Dena…your Beanie Baby seems to be rather…um…excited.”
“It’s not a Beanie Baby, it’s a Weenie Baby. I’m going to put them out tomorrow. I know they’re going to blow. No pun intended. So tell me about your new love interest!”
“Well, he’s not perfect. He doesn’t appreciate Caramel Brownie Frappuccinos.”
“Sophie, I’m going