Fleeced: A Regan Reilly Mystery by Carol Clark (grave mercy txt) 📗

about Nat’s dinner last night? Regan wondered. She opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out the lined plastic garbage can. Coffee grounds, orange peels, cookie wrappers, and a paper plate were right on top. Regan lifted the paper plate and underneath it were several pigs in blankets.

Hors d’oeuvres.

What you’d serve at a party.

Not something you’d prepare for just yourself.

Oh God, Regan thought. I must remember to check out the menu at Lydia ’s get-together this evening. She rifled through the rest of the garbage and found eggshells, an empty vitamin bottle, and an empty men’s cologne bottle. Most people put on their cologne in the bedroom, Regan mused.

Regan shoved the can back under the sink and decided she desperately needed a cup of tea. She filled the kettle, then carefully reached in a cabinet for a cup and saucer. She located teabags in one of the ceramic canisters that had paintings of sheep on them. In the refrigerator was a carton of skim milk. It was the same brand she’d used that morning in her parents’ apartment. Somehow it seemed longer ago than that. I wonder how the crime convention is going, she thought. I would love to catch some of it.

Her hot tea in hand, she sat down at the counter in the kitchen and picked up the phone. She dialed the number of Nat’s brother in Palm Springs, California. A feeble voice answered at the other end.

Regan identified herself.

“Oh, hello, Regan. Carl Pemrod here.” The voice sounded a little more chipper.

“I’m so sorry about your brother,” Regan said.

“Me too. We weren’t that close, but he was blood. I didn’t grow up with him. He was my half brother.”

“Oh, he was.”

“Yes. My mother wasn’t too thrilled with our father after he left. So we didn’t have much contact with his second family.”

“I understand Nat didn’t have any other brothers and sisters.”

“Not that I know of.”

“As you know, I’m conducting an investigation-”

“About how he slipped in the tub? It happens a lot, you know. I broke my hip last year. Terrible thing, getting old.”

“It is,” Regan agreed. “Did you know anything about these diamonds he had?”

“Nope. Like I told ya, we didn’t have much contact.”

“Do you know Nat’s lawyer?”

“Nope. Like I told ya…”

“Right,” Regan said. “Well, Mr. Pemrod, first of all I want to thank you for allowing me access to the apartment here.”

“Oh, sure. Listen, Regan, it’s no problem. I know Nat wanted to leave everything to that club of his. He was always so proud of that place. Whenever I talked to him, that’s all he talked about. The club this, the club that. Truth to tell, sometimes I put my ear on automatic pilot when he went on about it. The members were his family, really.”

“I’m glad he was happy here.”

“I think he was.”

“Well, I’ll only be staying for a couple of days. I live in California, too, and I have to get back.”

“If you come to Palm Springs, drop by.”

“Well, thank you.”

“I met your mother at the library. Nice lady.”

“Thank you,” Regan said again. “I’ll keep you posted on what happens here. I understand you want Nat’s body to be cremated.”

“Cemeteries are getting too full. We all should be cremated.”

“Yes, well, apparently that was Nat’s wish as well.”

“Wendy was cremated. Nat took her ashes back to the countryside where she grew up, in England. Some of my friends have had their ashes thrown off cruise ships.”

“Uh-huh,” Regan mumbled. “Well, I have a lot to look into here, but as I said, I’ll keep you posted.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“Well, you are Nat’s brother. And again, thank you for letting me stay here. In the next couple of days I hope to talk to his lawyer and get his affairs in order. We’ll get everything straightened out,” Regan promised in an optimistic tone that did not reflect her real feelings.

“Okay. If he left anything to his older brother, Carl, so much the better. Now I’m going out by the pool. It’s ninety degrees here today. What’s it like there?” Carl asked in a teasing tone.

“About sixty degrees cooler.”

Carl chuckled. “I always told Nat he was crazy to live in New York.”

16

Georgette had a bad morning. Here it was Friday, March 12th, and she’d wasted all her time since Valentine’s Day on Nat Pemrod. She was sure that he had fallen for her. That he was just about to give her presents and money. When she’d gotten him tipsy the other night, he’d spilled the beans about the diamonds. He’d even told her he liked to have fun with them. Whatever that meant. But before she had a chance to go out and buy cubic zirconiums to substitute for them, someone else had already moved in for the kill.

Who was it? Somebody else had to have taken the diamonds, and Georgette was bound and determined to find out who it was. She hadn’t been a con artist for ten years for nothing. She and Blaise were usually so good at this game. They just seemed to be down on their luck lately.

Or there was always the chance that Nat had hidden the diamonds somewhere in the apartment. Is that what he meant by playing games? God knows she’d listened to all his stories about the practical jokes he’d played over the years.

She went into a fast-food restaurant on Broadway, purchased a cup of coffee, and looked around. An old man was hunched over a newspaper in a corner booth. Georgette sashayed over and cleared her throat.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” she asked, pointing to the orange plastic bench that was nailed to the floor.

He looked up at her, smiled slightly, and motioned for her to sit down. He was bald, with a large round face, smooth clear skin, and watery blue eyes. His clothes looked like they had seen better days, but he was wearing a shirt and tie. From the corner of her eye, Georgette could see that he