"Pink, you’ve got a problem," Adele Abrams said as she
slowed her car in front of my house. I had been crocheting
a snowflake – or trying to- while she drove, and it took me
a moment to look up. But when I did –
Lots of strange things have gone on at my house, but the
scene that greeted me beat anything I’d seen before. My
mouth fell open and I dropped the silver hook and white
thread I was holding.
I don’t know what was the most shocking. Was it the line
of police cruisers along the curb, the uniform stringing
yellow crime scene tape across the front porch or the group
of uniforms conferring on my front lawn? My house a crime
scene?
"What did you do this time?" Adele asked as she pulled to
the curb in front of all the cruisers. Neighbors were
drifting into the street and the kid who lived a few houses
down had his video camera pointed at all the action.
I took a moment to glare at Adele. We had just spent two
days together, which was about a day and a half too much.
Adele and I worked together at Shedd & Royal Books and More
and we were both part of the crochet group, the Tarzana
Hookers, who met at the bookstore. I wouldn’t call us
friends exactly, more like family. You pick your friends –
you get stuck with family. Instead of answering, I just
shot her a withering look.
A black Crown Victoria roared into my driveway. The car
had barely squeaked to a stop when the door flew open and a
tall man in a suit jumped out. Before I could call out his
name, Barry sprinted across the lawn, breaking through the
yellow tape strung across the porch. He had some kind of
tool in his hand. I heard the splintering of my front door
and a moment later it flew open. I was out of the car by
now, though I didn’t get far. One of the uniforms stopped
me and didn’t seem to care when I said it was my house.
Adele was out of her side of the car in a flash, almost
catching her jacket on the door. The jacket was part of
what she called a more-subdued look. I wasn’t sure what was
subdued about it. She’d taken an electric blue ready-made
boxy-style blazer and added kelly green and fuchsia
crocheted trim around the neck, down the front and at the cuffs.
"Pink, you dropped your snowflake." When I turned she
was holding out the ball of white thread, my steel hook and
what appeared to be a tangle of the fine yarn. She glanced
around. "Maybe I better stay here with you." I shook my
head and gestured back toward the car. I didn’t know what
was going on, but I did know I didn’t want to have Adele in
the middle of it. She hung her head as I got my suitcase
out of the trunk. "Pink, I’ve been you’re backup before.
C’mon, let me be part of the action." When I pointed toward
the car again, she went into a full pout, but she finally
got back into the new Matrix station wagon and drove off.
Adele and I were just returning from our trip to San
Diego, which Adele kept referring to as a yarn emergency.
Since our group, the Tarzana Hookers, had become so
connected with the bookstore where I worked, one of the
co-owners, Mrs. Shedd, had recently added a yarn department
to the store. It was still a work-in-progress because Mrs.
Shedd wanted the yarn we sold to be special and high-end
rather than what was sold at the big craft stores. When she
heard about the yarn store closing in San Diego and selling
off their stock, Mrs. Shedd had sent us down there at the
last minute.
It was just the high-end unusual stuff we were looking
for, and we had packed the back of Adele’s wagon solid with
yarn. The rest was being UPSed up to us. Adding the new
yarn section was good and bad. Good that we were getting
all this wonderful yarn and bad because everything at the
bookstore was already on overdrive due to the upcoming
holidays and our big launch event. Now we had more work
than ever.
"Did you find the body?" one of the uniforms asked when
Barry returned a few minutes later.
Body?