make me swoon, even under such vexing circumstances. He cut in on Kikiâs hug, planting a light kiss on my lips. âSo considerate,â he said, âfinding yourself at the center of a murder investigation and worrying about interrupting my packing.â
Vacantly, I protested, âIâm not quite at the center of the investigation.â
âI only meant that Wallace died here, at your home.â
âOh.â
Grant asked Tanner, âThen you havenât heard the corker?â
â Corker ?â blurted Kiki. âThereâs a corker?â
I explained how the catering maid had overheard my exaggerated threat against Spencer at the party and had later reported it to Larry Knoll.
âOh, dear,â said Kiki, fingering her lips. Leaning close, she asked, âYou didnât do it, did you?â
With a laugh, Tanner answered for me, âOf course not, Kiki. Last night, when Claire said she âcould kill Spencer Wallace,â she was speaking to meâI remember those words verbatim. I recall their tone as well. It was obviously an empty threat.â
âHey!â said Grant. âMaybe the maid did it.â His tone was jocular.
But heâd raised a valid point. âMaybe she did,â I allowed. âOr the cook, or one of the other serversâor anyone else who was here last night. Point is, the threatening words were mine, and in retrospect, they are highly incriminating. Larry made note of them.â
Tanner said, âItâs a good thing Grantâs brother is on the case. He knows you too well to suspect you of foul play.â
âLetâs hope so,â I said under my breath.
âAnd with any luck,â said Grant, âheâll wrap this up fast.â
Kiki nodded, telling Grant, âWhen you said âcorker,â I assumed you meant the headline in this morningâs Trib. â She pointed to a copy of the Los Angeles paper that sheâd brought over. It was on my coffee table, spread open to the interview.
With slumped shoulders, I noted, âThere were two corkers.â
âBy the way, Kiki,â said Grant, trying to sound an upbeat note, âyouâre looking resplendent this morning. As usual.â
âOh, pish, darling.â She tittered. âBut thank youâI do try. Sometimes I fear I almost overdo it.â That morning, she had almost overdone it in a bizarre outfit that resembled a transparent choir robe over zebra-print leotardsâher Sunday look, perhaps. âItâs a curse,â she added, âmy penchant for costuming.â
âHardly a curse,â Tanner told her. He then asked any of us, âCan I get you something to drink?â He returned to the pass-through and picked up the glass heâd poured for himself.
Kiki eyed his glass, horrified. âWhat are you drinking?â
âTomato juice. Can I get you some?â
Slyly, she asked, âNothing stronger?â
âEverythingâs put away from last night.â
I offered, âI can find you something.â
âUgh!â said Kiki grandly. âNever mind. Donât bother, love.â To Tanner, she added, âA shot of orange juice would be splendid, thank you.â
He poured it, then handed it to Kiki, asking over his shoulder, âClaire? Grant? Something for you?â
I declined.
Grant told Tanner, âNo, thanks. Not much appetite this morning.â He failed to mention that he and I had already gorged ourselves at the Regal Palms.
Shaking his head, Tanner commiserated, âIâm sure. Rough
night, huh? I understand you played the would-be hero. Good going, Grant.â
âShucks, doll-cakes, it was nothing.â With exaggerated humility, Grant joined his hands in the fig-leaf position. âDuty called; I answered. Unfortunately, the poor devil died.â He heaved a big sigh. âIf youâll all excuse me, I want to make sure I didnât forget
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