Emma sat up very straight in the saddle. Her eyes were huge, but she said bravely, “I could do it!”
“I know you can.”
“I wasn’t afraid.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being afraid,” I told her. “It’s how you handle it.
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I gave a helpless laugh. “Damned if I know. I think…we seem to have reached impasse.
I feel betrayed by your friendship with Verlane. I realize that’s not logical. I realize that if I’d made the mistakes Verlane has made, I’d want my friends to stand by me, hope that someone would help me when the time came. I just…”
“What?”
I met his eyes. “I just need to come first for someone, Guy.
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Natalie said, “That detective in charge of the case: is he your Jake?”
My mouth dried. The words felt arid and dusty as I forced them out. “Who told you his name?” Like I had to ask.
“Lisa pointed him out on television the other night, and I recognized him as one of the cops who was in here the other day.”
I opened my mouth, and then shut it. Jake had to know he was fighting a rearguard action. And I was through lying to my own friends and family. “Yeah,” I said. “We used to be friends. A long time ago. He’s married now.”
“Bastard,” she said.
I shook my head. “Not really. He never lied to me. I just didn’t ask the questions I didn’t want to know the answers to.
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See! He likes you,” Natalie said triumphantly.
I stared down at the scrawny scrap of fur cautiously sniffing my hand.
“He doesn’t like me. He thinks I’m going to feed him.”
“Now who’s being a cynic? Anyway, every bookstore should have a cat.”
The cat -- assuming it was a cat and not some beige bug-eyed refugee from outer space -- slunk uneasily down the counter, and flinched at the flutter of Mystery Scene pages as a gust of warm air blew in from the street.
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He said you were on the scene when that Laurel Canyon homicide went down.”
“I’m lucky that way,” I said.
“So are you two square again?”
I halted, mid-ripping open the cookies, and stared at him. “Well, he’s pretty square,” I said. “I’m just a rectangular guy.” With latent triangular tendencies.
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Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, “I still dream about you.”
“I have nightmares about you.” I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.
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He was breathing, which is always a good sign.
As gently as I could I picked him up, placed him on the towel, wrapped it around him, and put him in my car. I drove to the emergency clinic, the cat purring on the seat beside me.
“What’s his name?” the young man at the front desk asked as my towel and cat were whisked to a back room.
“Uh…John Tomkins,” I said.
“That’s different,” the receptionist said, writing it down.
“He was a pirate,” I said. “I mean Tomkins. I don’t know about the cat.
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So you're like a ... an amateur sleuth?"
"God no. I'm more like the hapless guys in those film-noir flicks we used to watch. I keep getting tangled up in bizarro events."
"Oh yes?” His eyes lit with enthusiasm. I was speaking his language now. “Guy Pearce in L.A. Confidential or William Hurt in Body Heat?"
"I was thinking more like Woody Allen in Play It Again, Sam.
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Guy was saying, “What the hell is it about you that attracts murder and mayhem?"
"Something in my body language?"
He groaned. “That was bad—even for you.
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Peter is ... adjusting. He's back in school, and he's doing quite well. I wish you could find it in your heart to forgive him."
"I've got this funny resentful streak about people who try to kill me.
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