Murder Under Cover

Chapter 5

Once we were back at my place, I started water boiling for tea. I didn’t drink tea very often, but I found it comforting when I was feeling blue. Today qualified.

Derek walked into the kitchen, put his arms around me, and spoke quietly. “It might be a good idea if I checked into a hotel tonight. That way, you and Robin can spend time with each other without my interference.”

“I heard that.” Robin came rushing over to the bar that separated the kitchen from the living and dining areas. “Don’t you dare leave on my account. I won’t let you.”

Derek turned. “I thought it would be preferable if-”

“No,” she insisted, “it’s not. I’d rather you stayed. I’ll feel much safer if you’re here. Oh, but…” She pressed her hand to her mouth as though she’d misspoken.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She walked into the kitchen, ignored me, and glared at Derek. “Unless you’d rather stay at your hotel.”

He shook his head. “That’s not-”

“It’s your decision, of course,” Robin went on. “But why are you so anxious to leave? Do you know how lucky you are to have Brooklyn to curl up with every night?”

“I’m astonishingly lucky,” he said, winking at me.

“Hey,” I said, embarrassed now and reaching for the bag of double-fudge Milanos on the counter. “Let’s have some cookies.”

“That’s right,” Robin said, ignoring me as she shook her finger at Derek. “Why would you want to stay anywhere else?”

“Why, indeed?” Derek said nonchalantly.

“Exactly!”

“Um, Robin-”

“Sorry, Brooklyn,” Robin cried, and grabbed me in a tight hug. “But I don’t want to be the excuse he uses to leave you.”

I looked at Derek. “Please stay.”

“Don’t beg,” Robin whispered. “If he hasn’t figured out you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, it’s his problem.”

I stared at the ceiling. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

Derek laughed. He seemed delighted with the entire conversation. “I’ll stay here tonight, if you don’t mind.”

Robin beamed. “Wonderful.”

“Sounds good to me.” Still slightly baffled by what had just transpired, I held out the bag. “Cookie, anyone?”

Robin grabbed hold of both our arms and pulled us closer, then looked back and forth from Derek to me. “I’m a little nutso right now, so thank you for tolerating me. I owe you both so much for coming to my rescue today. I’m not sure I can ever repay you, but I love you for it. Thank you.”

“It’s what friends do,” Derek said.

“Well put,” she said, and kissed him smack-dab on the lips. Then she turned and did the same to me.

I laughed and gave her a tight hug. “You really are crazy-you know that? But I love you, too.”

She looked at Derek. “So it’s settled.”

“It’s settled,” he said with a nod.

“Guess we’re having a sleepover,” I said, still not sure what they’d settled, but glad about it.

“So what’s for dinner?” she asked, grabbing the bag of cookies.

“I’ve recently developed quite a taste for pad thai noodles,” Derek offered.

“My favorite.” Robin clapped her hands, then turned to me. “Do we have wine?”

“Oh, hell, yes.” I quickly pulled a bottle out of the wine rack and grabbed the corkscrew. It was better than tea any day of the week.

Later that evening, as we watched reruns of Nash Bridges and nibbled on red velvet cupcakes, Derek’s cell phone rang. I paused the show, because Derek had never seen it, and despite his best intentions, he was starting to get into it.

He mostly listened on his end, and the call was over in less than two minutes. Turning to Robin, he said, “That was Inspector Lee. They did find traces of Rohypnol in your system.”

“I knew it,” I said. “That bastard.” I whipped around and grabbed Robin’s hand. “Sorry. But really, what a jerk.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” She seemed a little dazed by the reality of what had been done to her.

“The inspector will call you tomorrow morning to set up a time to come by so she can discuss things in detail with you.”

“Why did she call you?” Robin wondered aloud. “She could’ve called me and cut out the middleman.”

“She probably thinks you took a Valium and went to bed,” I said.

She sank back into the couch. “Oh, what a good idea.”

I looked at Derek. “Do you have to work tomorrow?”

“Yes, but I’ll arrange to be here when she comes.”

“Thank you, Derek,” Robin said. “Again.”

He waved away her thanks. “I’m just being meddlesome. I want to hear what the police are up to.”

I chuckled. “Me, too.”

“No,” Robin said. “You’re being heroic and protective, and I appreciate it.”

I nudged her with my elbow. “You don’t have to keep saying thank-you. You would do the same for us.”

“I know, but… it’s weird.” She laid her head back on the couch.

“I know, sweetie.”

A noise like hailstones pitter-pattered outside in the hall, and we all looked at one another. “What the hell is that?”

I jumped up and ran to the front door.

Three Asian children were running up and down the wide, well-lit outer hallway. As they raced toward my door, the lead child saw me and skidded to a stop, causing the other two to collide into each other. The last child tumbled to the floor, laughing.

“Children!” a dark-haired woman cried from the end of the hall. She had to be their mother.

They all stood at attention. The tallest child, a little boy, stared at me with wide eyes while the two girls looked at the floor. I estimated the boy was six or seven and his siblings a year or two younger.

“You’re disturbing the peace of our neighbors,” the mom said. “What did I tell you about making noise?”

I waved at the woman standing outside her door. “Hello. I’m Brooklyn. You must be our new neighbors.”

“Yes. I am very sorry for the children’s behavior.” She approached my door slowly as she explained, “They have been cooped up all day, and I let them out to greet their father, who should be here any minute.” She gazed severely at her children. “But that is no excuse for such rambunctious conduct.”

“Sorry, Mama,” they said in unison.

“Perhaps you should apologize to our new neighbor, so she won’t think you are all little hooligans.”

“Sorry, new neighbor,” they said.

I bit back a laugh. “That’s okay.” I looked at the mom. “I heard them running and came out to investigate. Except for the elevator, this is a pretty quiet building.” I cringed inwardly as I said it. I didn’t want her feeling self-conscious and stifling her kids too much. On the other hand, did I really want to hear little kids racing up and down the hall all day? The answer was a big no way.

“I’m Lisa Chung,” the woman said. She was beautiful and petite, with long black hair. She had a mild Chinese accent.

“I’m Brooklyn Wainwright.” I shook her hand, then pointed toward my door. “These are my friends Derek Stone and Robin Tully.”

She bowed slightly in our direction. “How do you do?”

“Did you just arrive today?” I asked. “We saw movers over the weekend but didn’t see anyone actually moving in.”

“Yes, the movers came ahead of us. We came in with the children this morning.”

The Chungs had caused a stir a few months ago when they bought two loft units next door to each other, then tore down the shared walls to make one huge apartment to accommodate their family of five.

The boy gazed up at me. “Do you live here?”

“Yes, I’m Brooklyn. What’s your name?”

“Tyler Chung and I’m six,” he said. He was adorable, with straight black hair cut in a bowl shape around his face. All three kids wore jeans and T-shirts and looked red cheeked and out of breath from playing. “These are my cousins Jennifer and Jessica. They’re five years old and they are twins. Their parents are dead. They live with us now.”

“Tyler, that is more information than anyone needs to hear,” Lisa said, but she had to smile at his lack of guile.

We all traded hellos back and forth.

“You’re so pretty,” Tyler said, still watching me.

“Why, thank you,” I said, taken aback. It had been a long time since a six-year-old had flirted with me.

“He doesn’t get to meet a lot of blondes,” his mother said.

I laughed. “Well, it was nice meeting you all. And welcome to the building. I hope you’ll enjoy it here.”

“Thank you very much,” she said with another short bow. “The children will not bother you.”

“I’m not worried.”

“We plan to have an open house sometime in the next few weeks. Perhaps you will all stop by.”

“We would be honored,” I said. “Thanks.”

The following morning, I woke up alone and a bit disoriented. Derek’s side of the bed was still warm, and I ran my hand over his pillow. Then, feeling self-conscious, I pulled my hand back.

This whole new-relationship thing was crazy, I thought as I stared at the ceiling. I’d dated plenty of men. I’d even been engaged to a few of them. But I’d never before felt this baffling, thrilling, tingly craziness.

I liked it, but I didn’t trust it. How could anything this intense stand a chance of surviving more than a few months at the most? I was essentially a positive person. I saw the glass as half-full, and I believed in miracles. Still, it was madness to think this blissful feeling could last much longer. Certainly not a lifetime.

And if that was the way my thoughts were moving, it was time to wrangle them back to reality. I vowed right then and there to take things with Derek one day at a time. No way in hell would I start making plans for the future. Okay, maybe we could schedule a dinner two weeks from now, but that was the outside limit.

The scent of robust coffee wafted into the bedroom, and mercifully, all my errant thoughts dissolved into the ether. Except for one: Feed me.

I stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I fiddled with my hair, then threw on a robe and walked into the kitchen, where Robin and Derek were sitting at the bar drinking coffee and talking quietly.

When Derek saw me, he smiled, stood, and kissed me. And here came those emotions again. Talk about feeling disoriented. The man blew my socks off. I gave myself ten seconds to simply enjoy the feel of his hard, rugged body pressed against me. Then he drew back and smoothed my hair away from my face. “Sit here, darling. I’ll pour you some coffee.”

“Okay, thanks.”

“It’s so nice to see you two together,” Robin said, staring at Derek and me with a dreamy gaze.

I took a sip of coffee, then studied her with concern. But she seemed much better today. Her eyes were bright and she was already dressed and wearing makeup.

“You look great,” I said. “Did you sleep okay?”

“I woke up early and couldn’t go back to sleep.” She stretched her arms and yawned. “But the good thing is, I fell asleep right away last night, probably because of the wine.”

“Wine always helps,” I said. “Mm, coffee, too.”

Derek walked into the kitchen to retrieve the third stool I kept there. He pulled it close and sat facing us.

After a few more sips of coffee, I started to wake up. “So what have you two been talking about?”

Robin turned. “Derek’s agreed to talk to the police so I can get some things out of my apartment.”

“You have?” I said. “That’s nice.”

“He’s just a hero,” Robin said, shaking her head. “That’s all there is to it.”

“You really are,” I said, holding the warm mug with both hands. “Thank you.”

He shook his head. “That’s enough out of you two.”

“It’s cute the way he protests,” Robin said.

Scowling, he pushed himself up from the stool. “I was going to make French toast, but now I’m not sure you deserve it.”

“Oh, we do, we do,” I crooned.

“We’ll be good, I promise,” Robin said, then giggled. Again, giggles weren’t her style, but it was fun to see her able to tease and enjoy herself after her ordeal.

Over French toast, bacon, juice, and coffee at the dining room table, Robin compiled a list of items she wanted from her place. Most urgent, besides underwear and her favorite jeans, were her computer and the briefcase that held her calendar and tour and travel information.

As she spoke, I noticed that she really did seem better. Not so frightened of her own shadow, and not so muzzy as she’d been yesterday. Derek and I exchanged glances and I started to say something, then changed my mind. It was too soon.

Robin glanced from Derek to me and back to him. “Oh, go ahead and ask me the question. I know you’re dying to.”

“What question?” I asked.

“The one that’s been hovering over the room with all the subtlety of Rodan for the past ten minutes.”

“Hey, we were being sensitive to your needs,” I insisted.

She smiled in acquiescence. “Well, you can stop it. I assume you want to ask me about Alex.”

“Who’s Rodan?” Derek asked.

Robin sat back and stared at him. “You’ve never heard of Rodan?”

“The flying monster?” I added. “Godzilla’s buddy?”

“I know of Godzilla,” Derek said, as he finished off a piece of bacon.

“Rodan is another old monster movie,” I said. “My parents let us watch it when we were kids. It was very scary at the time. Prehistoric flying reptiles, killer bad breath.”

Robin nodded. “Rodan blew deadly gaseous fumes out of his beaked mouth.”

“Fascinating.” Derek shook his head. “Clearly I’ve lived a life of deprivation.”

“I’ll say,” Robin said, and turned to me. “Jeez, we can really go off on a tangent.”

“You think?” I said, then shifted in my chair. “Okay, since you’re feeling better, I’m hoping you’ll tell Derek about Alex.”

“Sure.” She settled back and seemed to gather her thoughts. Her features tightened and I could see the flash of guilt and pain in her eyes. “I told you he was wonderful, right? He was. Handsome, funny, charming. He obviously had money, not that it mattered. He liked to do interesting things, or at least that was the impression he gave me.”

“What kinds of things?” Derek asked.

“Oh, you know. He said he liked to go to art galleries, museums, the park, the beach. He talked about all kinds of music. Jazz and rock and bluegrass. He even mentioned the symphony. He loved food, all kinds. We first bonded over aloo jeera and kati rolls at Kasa. But he also raved about Giant dogs and garlic fries.” She sighed again and her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. “I still can’t believe this.”

“So he liked baseball, too?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“A regular metrosexual,” I said, then added, “I’m not judging.”

“That’s okay. I don’t think they really exist.”

“An urban legend?”

She paused to contemplate that one, then shrugged. “Anyway, he was adorable. And he liked me, Brooklyn. He liked women. You could tell, you know?”

“I know.”

“Of course you do. He was a lot like Derek. Well, except he didn’t carry a gun, of course. And he wasn’t all… Well, I mean, he was normal.”

“Excuse me?” I said.

Derek laughed.

Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth. “I didn’t mean… sorry.”

Waving away her apology, I said, “It’s okay. He’s really not normal.”

“Yes, he is,” Robin insisted.

I shook my head. “No, he’s not.”

“I beg your pardon?” Derek said.

“You’re extraordinary.” I smiled at him.

“Darling, you’ll make me blush.”

I laughed at that. “You’ve never blushed in your life.”

“You could drive me to it.”

Robin cleared her throat. “The point is that-”

“The point is that Derek is dangerous and carries a gun,” I said. “He takes risks. He walks on the wild side.”

“You’re getting carried away again,” Derek murmured.

“No, no,” Robin said, leaning forward and planting one elbow on the table. “I get what she means. Okay, Alex wasn’t so much like Derek. He was more laidback. He reminded me of a… a fun-loving aristocrat. He wanted to show me a good time, take me places, spend money on me. That’s what he said, anyway. He wanted to make me laugh. God, he was sexy. He made me feel sexy. I haven’t felt that way in a while.”

Not since my brother, Austin, broke things off with you, I thought, but didn’t say aloud. “You said he was born in Ukraine.”

“That’s what he told me.”

“Did he have an accent?” Derek asked.

“A very mild one. He said he came over here for college, and he was in his thirties, so he’d lost some of his accent.”

“Did he say where he went to school?”

“Berkeley.”

“Impressive.”

“He is pretty smart,” she said thoughtfully. “I mean, he was pretty smart. God.”

Derek asked a few more basic questions, then moved to the crux of the matter. “You know he drugged you, Robin. Did you realize what was happening at the time?”

The question caught her off guard. She reached for her coffee and took a few nervous sips. “No. I remember feeling really tired, and then I guess I just fell asleep. But why would he drug me? We’d already had sex. Great sex, by the way. Amazing. Inventive. I mean, really great.”

“Yeah,” I said intently. “We heard you the first time.”

“Sorry.” But her teasing smile faded as her eyes clouded over. “Why would he drug me after we had sex? What would that accomplish?”

Derek sat forward. “It would allow him to search your place without interference.”

“But why? I don’t have much money lying around. I have artwork.”

“Is it worth a lot of money?”

“Most of it’s my own, plus a number of local artists. We’re not talking Rembrandts. Who would want to steal anything from me?”

“He must’ve thought you had something worth stealing,” I said.

“Like what?”

I had no idea. “Maybe he was just a charming cat burglar who worked from the inside out.”

“So I was a crime of opportunity?”

I winced. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“So then who killed him?” she demanded. “A rival burglar? It doesn’t make sense.”

“No,” I agreed. “That’s definitely the sticking point. Why would anyone come into your place and kill this guy?”

“It wasn’t random,” she mused.

“No, of course not,” Derek said.

She frowned. “I mean, if it was random, they probably would’ve killed me, too. And they didn’t steal anything. Not that I know of, anyway. I have my purse, so they didn’t rob me. So who were they and what were they after?”

I pondered the question. “A jealous wife?”

“Oh, God, no,” Robin cried. “That’s just too awful to consider. Maybe it was a business rival?”

“Or an old boyfriend of yours?”

“No guy is that hung up on me,” she said drily.

“You never know,” I countered. “Maybe Alex had a partner he double-crossed.”

Derek finished off the last of his coffee. “Let’s run a few scenarios. Perhaps Alex knew the other person. He expected the guy to come by later and help him rob your place, so he drugged you to keep you out of their way. He probably didn’t expect his friend to kill him.”

“That’s quite a scenario,” I said.

Robin shook her head. “But it still doesn’t make sense.”

“I know.”

“I thought I’d met the man of my dreams,” she said quietly, then rolled her eyes in disgust. “Obviously, I watched too much Disney as a child.”

I squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry.”

“If it’s not too painful,” Derek said, “I’d like you to take us through the entire evening.”

“It might be a little painful,” she said after a moment’s consideration. “But if it can help clear up a few questions, let’s go for it.”

“Good. Let’s take a quick minute to clean things up.” Derek stood and cleared our plates, then filled our cups with more coffee. I got up and grabbed a notepad and pen from my utility drawer and we both sat down again.

Robin started at the beginning of her date with Alex, trying to remember the smallest details, such as what they both wore and what kind of car he drove.

Derek scowled at the mention of the car, and I knew he would’ve loved to comb through it. But it was probably in the police impound lot by now.

“Whose idea was it to wind up the evening at your place?” he asked.

“Mine.” Robin paused. “Well, wait. Let me think about that. We were talking about San Francisco neighborhoods. He lives in the Richmond District and I mentioned living in Noe Valley. He said he’d heard about this fabulous new restaurant in Noe Valley. I laughed and said, ‘That’s like two blocks from my place,’ and he was like, ‘You’re kidding. We have to go to this place.’ Then he sort of changed the subject, told me he was having the best time ever, or words to that effect. I thought the same thing. I was having a wonderful time.”

She took a slow sip of coffee before going on. “So then we were eating and talking, and a while later, he brought it up again. Said he wanted to take me to this new place, Serafina. It’s Italian. On Castro. And somewhere in there, he said he’d heard a lot of great things about the Noe Valley neighborhood and wanted to check it out sometime. And by then we’d finished a bottle of wine, and so I said, ‘How about checking out my neighborhood right now?’ ” She shook her head. “I thought I was being so alluring. What an idiot.”

“You weren’t an idiot,” I said fiercely. “He used you.”

“I guess,” she said. “Anyway, essentially, I invited him over.”

Derek’s eyes were cold as steel as he qualified her statement. “The invitation was from you, but Alex manipulated you into extending it to him.”

“Which means he’d already planned out the whole thing,” she reflected.

“Probably so,” Derek conceded.

“I can’t believe it,” she said, her lips tightening in anger. “That bastard set me up.”