wore.
As though reading my mind, she smiled her memorable smile when I sat, and she said, âThis isnât what Iâd usually wear to a place like this. I was working on something when Ed got in touch with me. He had to run up to La Jolla, an emergency, and he couldnât get through to you.â
Iâd been on the phone most of the evening, trying to reach Melissa Alonzoâs parents, and then talking to Rita.
I said, âSo Ed sent you instead?â Your professional detective is trained to make these startling intuitive leaps.
She nodded. âIâve got some of the information you asked for. Edie Carpenter, the Underground Railroad, Elizabeth Drewer.â
A cocktail waitress materialized to my right. âCan I get the lady something?â
I was a tad disappointed to see that Bonnie Nostromo smiled as genuinely at the waitress as sheâd smiled to me. She ordered a club soda and lime. Not a designer water, I noted, and I was vaguely, irrationally pleased. I ordered another Jack Danielâs.
As the waitress left, Bonnie opened her purse, took out some folded sheets of paper, opened them. âCan you read shorthand?â she asked me.
I shook my head. âI sometimes have trouble with basic English.â
She smiled. I noted that she wore no ring on the fourth finger of her left hand. âIâll translate,â she said. âWhich first? Carpenter?â
âWhy not?â Her breasts, firm and round beneath the taut red fabric, had almost certainly never been touched by a surgeon. Except perhaps by an off-duty surgeon, and then, no doubt, with enthusiasm and a sense of enormous good fortune.
âDo you want it all?â she said. âHistory? Career?â
âNot unless it connects to Melissa Alonzo.â
âYou want the dirt, you mean.â
âI collect it. Iâve got a big ball of it at home.â
She smiled. âI know the feeling. You never know what youâre going to find under the rocks, do you?â
âExcept that itâs almost never gold.â
Another smile. I noticed that she had an attractive overbite, just like the women on âValdez!â I wondered if she had a boyfriend. Did women still have boyfriends these days, or only Significant Others? Did they keep secrets from their Significant Others? âNo gold here,â she said. âThe story is that Carpenterâs a swinger, kinky, into S and M, very big time.â
âWeâre talking what?â
âLeather. Whips. Private parties. Mistresses, masters, slaves. The usual sad nonsense.â
I remembered Edie Carpenterâs smile when she told me sheâd met Melissa at a party. I remembered the handcuffs Iâd found in Melissa Alonzoâs dresser.
I said, âThe usual?â
âItâs not that uncommon here. L.A. La-la Land. Everything and anything is possible. These people, Carpenterâs playmates, theyâre all rich. Upper-upper-middle class, lower-middle age. Theyâve got all the toys theyâve ever wanted, and they still feel hollow. Some of them try to fill up the hollowness by acting out their sexual hangups. They have get-togethers. Parties. They play whatever role turns them on.â
The waitress brought our drinks and I asked her to put them on my tab. She was agreeable.
As she left, I asked Bonnie, âCarpenter organizes these?â
âSometimes, so the story goes. Sometimes sheâs only a participant.â
âAnd what role turns Carpenter on?â
She sipped at her soda. âMistress. Dominatrix.â
I nodded. âSheâd look good in leather.â She certainly looked good out of it. And so, it occurred to me, would Bonnie Nostromo. âIs there anything to tie Melissa Alonzo to these soirées?â
âNothing definite. This is all gossip, Mr. Croft. Gossip is one of the major currencies in this town. But a lot of it is counterfeit.â
âJoshua. Please.
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