Double Booked for Death (6 page)
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Authors: Ali Brandon
The girl extended one thin wrist to display the bloodred band she wore.
“I’m number 137.
My sister is number 138.
My mom made her and her friends take me with them, but they’re pretending they’re not with me.
That’s okay, though, because I brought stuff to read.”
“I’m number 137.
My sister is number 138.
My mom made her and her friends take me with them, but they’re pretending they’re not with me.
That’s okay, though, because I brought stuff to read.”
Callie’s serious expression morphed into one of preteen disdain.
“Susanna says I’m too young for the
Haunted High
books, but I read at a college-freshman level.
She
only reads at grade ten.
I think she’s only ever read about five books in her whole life.”
“Susanna says I’m too young for the
Haunted High
books, but I read at a college-freshman level.
She
only reads at grade ten.
I think she’s only ever read about five books in her whole life.”
“So long as your mom says it’s okay for you to be here, you’re fine,” Darla replied, feeling a sudden kinship with this über-solemn girl.
She hoped that Susanna was responsible enough to keep an eye on her little sister all day long, as Darla could not.
Indicating the man beside her, she added, “I have to get back inside the store now, but if you need anything, this is Reese.
He and my friend, Ms.
Martelli”—she pointed at Jake, who was heading down the walk toward them, her limp less noticeable because of the stacked boots she wore—“they’re in charge of security.
If you need help for any reason, you go to them, okay?”
Indicating the man beside her, she added, “I have to get back inside the store now, but if you need anything, this is Reese.
He and my friend, Ms.
Martelli”—she pointed at Jake, who was heading down the walk toward them, her limp less noticeable because of the stacked boots she wore—“they’re in charge of security.
If you need help for any reason, you go to them, okay?”
Reese gave the girl a noncommittal nod, obviously wavering between wanting to look accessible yet needing to keep up his tough-guy image.
Callie, however, appeared suitably impressed.
Callie, however, appeared suitably impressed.
“I will.”
Then, turning to Darla again, she said, “But what about Hamlet?
That’s what I came to ask.
I’m worried he’d be scared by all the people.”
Then, turning to Darla again, she said, “But what about Hamlet?
That’s what I came to ask.
I’m worried he’d be scared by all the people.”
“Don’t worry about Hamlet.
He’s been lounging around the store happy as a clam despite the noise.
I’ll run him back upstairs to my apartment in a little bit.
He’ll probably sleep the rest of the day and not bother anyone.”
He’s been lounging around the store happy as a clam despite the noise.
I’ll run him back upstairs to my apartment in a little bit.
He’ll probably sleep the rest of the day and not bother anyone.”
Or so she hoped.
The last thing this event needed was Mr.
Hell on Paws racing about, no matter that he was properly dressed for it.
And if he escaped out the front door .
.
.
well, she wasn’t sure who she feared for more, Hamlet or the outside world.
The last thing this event needed was Mr.
Hell on Paws racing about, no matter that he was properly dressed for it.
And if he escaped out the front door .
.
.
well, she wasn’t sure who she feared for more, Hamlet or the outside world.
Mollified, Callie trudged back to her spot in line.
“Cute kid,” Reese commented after her.
“But I sure hope for her sake she lightens up by the time she gets to high school.
That bookworm thing doesn’t go over much with the guys.”
“But I sure hope for her sake she lightens up by the time she gets to high school.
That bookworm thing doesn’t go over much with the guys.”
“What’s wrong with being a bookworm?”
Darla demanded, bristling on the girl’s behalf.
She had been a bookworm herself and had managed to get a few dates despite that.
Darla demanded, bristling on the girl’s behalf.
She had been a bookworm herself and had managed to get a few dates despite that.
Reese seemed to realize he’d stepped in it, for he raised both hands in surrender.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything.
I’m just not much on wasting my time on books .
.
.
not that there’s anything wrong with selling them or anything .
.
.”
He trailed off as he obviously recalled that books were the livelihood of the woman paying his check this day.
“Uh, no offense.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything.
I’m just not much on wasting my time on books .
.
.
not that there’s anything wrong with selling them or anything .
.
.”
He trailed off as he obviously recalled that books were the livelihood of the woman paying his check this day.
“Uh, no offense.”
“None taken,” Darla replied with a brilliantly fake smile.
Barbarian
, she inwardly groused, recalling why she never had been attracted to corn-fed blond musclemen.
Most of them looked upon a book as nothing more than a handy item to prop up the leg of an uneven couch.
, she inwardly groused, recalling why she never had been attracted to corn-fed blond musclemen.
Most of them looked upon a book as nothing more than a handy item to prop up the leg of an uneven couch.
“I’ll send Lizzie out with some sandwiches and drinks for you and Jake in a few minutes.
In the meantime, keep up the good work, and let me know if any spontaneous outbursts of reading occur, okay?”
In the meantime, keep up the good work, and let me know if any spontaneous outbursts of reading occur, okay?”
Still smiling, she drew aside Jake, who had joined them in time to overhear the last exchange, and muttered in her ear, “So where did you say you found Mr.
Literary Guild, here?”
Literary Guild, here?”
“Hey, he’s a good guy,” Jake protested mildly as they headed toward the store entrance.
“He might not settle in with a book every night like some people, but he has a photographic memory and better street smarts than most cops I know.
Not only that, he was the guy who jumped out from behind a squad car and pulled me out of the line of fire the day I was shot.
I owe him my life.”
“He might not settle in with a book every night like some people, but he has a photographic memory and better street smarts than most cops I know.
Not only that, he was the guy who jumped out from behind a squad car and pulled me out of the line of fire the day I was shot.
I owe him my life.”
Feeling abruptly and suitably chastened, Darla spared another look back at Reese.
He’d resumed his tough-guy stance and was dutifully ignoring the occasional “Oooh, baby!”
shouted his way by one or another of the girls.
In the brief time she’d known Jake, the woman had never given more than the barest details of what had happened that day that ended her police career, but Darla guessed it had been pretty bad.
She was more than willing to give Reese the benefit of the doubt now, knowing his role in the affair.
He’d resumed his tough-guy stance and was dutifully ignoring the occasional “Oooh, baby!”
shouted his way by one or another of the girls.
In the brief time she’d known Jake, the woman had never given more than the barest details of what had happened that day that ended her police career, but Darla guessed it had been pretty bad.
She was more than willing to give Reese the benefit of the doubt now, knowing his role in the affair.
“Besides,” Jake added, giving her a friendly nudge in the ribs, “he’s damn good-looking.
If nothing else, I keep him around just so I can drool over him.”
If nothing else, I keep him around just so I can drool over him.”
Darla gave a surprised little laugh.
Jake had never hinted at any sort of personal relationship, and the only people she’d seen visit the woman besides herself were James and Lizzie.
Truth be told, she’d assumed upon their first meeting that Jake batted for the other team, as Darla’s terminally unenlightened ex-husband would have put it.
Not that Darla cared about the older woman’s orientation, nor had Jake ever even hinted at wanting anything more than friendship between the two of them, but she’d just .
.
.
assumed.
Now, seeing Jake’s obvious appreciation for a guy who reasonably could be termed a hunk, Darla reconsidered.
Had she fallen into the age-old trap of stereotyping a strapping female cop?
Jake had never hinted at any sort of personal relationship, and the only people she’d seen visit the woman besides herself were James and Lizzie.
Truth be told, she’d assumed upon their first meeting that Jake batted for the other team, as Darla’s terminally unenlightened ex-husband would have put it.
Not that Darla cared about the older woman’s orientation, nor had Jake ever even hinted at wanting anything more than friendship between the two of them, but she’d just .
.
.
assumed.
Now, seeing Jake’s obvious appreciation for a guy who reasonably could be termed a hunk, Darla reconsidered.
Had she fallen into the age-old trap of stereotyping a strapping female cop?
Aloud, she merely said, “Well, he seems to have everything under control here.
You did warn him we might have some unwelcome visitors, didn’t you?”
she added, referring to the possibility of protesters from two different camps.
You did warn him we might have some unwelcome visitors, didn’t you?”
she added, referring to the possibility of protesters from two different camps.
Jake nodded.
“Don’t worry, kid, he’s been briefed.
Though if any of those people were going to show, they probably would be here by now.”
“Don’t worry, kid, he’s been briefed.
Though if any of those people were going to show, they probably would be here by now.”
“You’re probably right.”
Darla breathed a small sigh of relief.
Surely Jake knew more about this sort of thing than she did.
“Anyhow, I’ll have those sandwiches out to you in just a bit, after I take Hamlet back upstairs.”
Darla breathed a small sigh of relief.
Surely Jake knew more about this sort of thing than she did.
“Anyhow, I’ll have those sandwiches out to you in just a bit, after I take Hamlet back upstairs.”
The remainder of the afternoon inched by without any incident, save for a steady influx of black-caped girls needing to use the restroom.
All too aware of how customers could treat the facilities, Darla had made the girls go in one at a time, threatening to revoke the wristband of anyone who left the area in less-than-pristine condition.
All too aware of how customers could treat the facilities, Darla had made the girls go in one at a time, threatening to revoke the wristband of anyone who left the area in less-than-pristine condition.
It’ll be one hell of a water bill the next month
, she thought in resignation, but at least she was pretty sure there would be no need to call out the hazmat crew to take care of things later.
, she thought in resignation, but at least she was pretty sure there would be no need to call out the hazmat crew to take care of things later.
Around four p.m., a brief flurry of shouting and honking almost sent her into a panic until she saw the source was not the Lord’s Blessing gang.
Instead—though almost as annoying—a local television news team had showed up to interview some of the fans about the upcoming arrival of their author heroine.
Any publicity
.
.
.
Darla reminded herself, knowing she should welcome what amounted to free advertising.
Instead—though almost as annoying—a local television news team had showed up to interview some of the fans about the upcoming arrival of their author heroine.
Any publicity
.
.
.
Darla reminded herself, knowing she should welcome what amounted to free advertising.
After about twenty minutes, the reporter and her camerawoman rushed up the steps and into the store.
They attempted to buttonhole James first, but he stopped them short with his patented look and pointed in Darla’s direction.
Taking the hint, the pair hurried over to where Darla was unpacking more copies of
Ghost of a Chance
.
Before she could make a pitch for Pettistone’s Fine Books, however, the perky blond reporter leaped right into her questions
They attempted to buttonhole James first, but he stopped them short with his patented look and pointed in Darla’s direction.
Taking the hint, the pair hurried over to where Darla was unpacking more copies of
Ghost of a Chance
.
Before she could make a pitch for Pettistone’s Fine Books, however, the perky blond reporter leaped right into her questions
“It seems not everyone here is a fan of Valerie Baylor.
What can you tell us about the girl standing outside holding the sign?”
she demanded as she shoved a microphone in Darla’s direction.
What can you tell us about the girl standing outside holding the sign?”
she demanded as she shoved a microphone in Darla’s direction.
The Lone Protester was back!
Darla felt a sudden surge of panic that manifested itself as a figurative punch to her gut.
She managed, however, to hide her dismay as she answered, “Sorry, I don’t know anything about it.
I suggest you ask her.”
Darla felt a sudden surge of panic that manifested itself as a figurative punch to her gut.
She managed, however, to hide her dismay as she answered, “Sorry, I don’t know anything about it.
I suggest you ask her.”
“I already did,” Perky persisted, her cap-toothed smile widening.
“She claims that she found some of the old Val Vixen romances in a used book store and admired her work, so she sent her ghost manuscript to the author to get her opinion.
Next thing she knew, her story was being published under Valerie Baylor’s name as the first
Haunted High
book.”
“She claims that she found some of the old Val Vixen romances in a used book store and admired her work, so she sent her ghost manuscript to the author to get her opinion.
Next thing she knew, her story was being published under Valerie Baylor’s name as the first
Haunted High
book.”
“That sounds like something you need to ask Valerie or her attorneys,” Darla countered, her bright smile matching the reporter’s.
“I’m just the bookstore owner.
That’s Pettistone’s Fine Books,” she reiterated, looking squarely into the camera.
“We’re in Brooklyn at the intersection of Crawford and—”
“I’m just the bookstore owner.
That’s Pettistone’s Fine Books,” she reiterated, looking squarely into the camera.
“We’re in Brooklyn at the intersection of Crawford and—”
“Thanks, that’s all we need,” the reporter broke in, flipping off the smile as she gave the “cut” signal.
“Check out the eleven o’clock news tonight and maybe you’ll see yourself.”
“Check out the eleven o’clock news tonight and maybe you’ll see yourself.”
To her camerawoman, she added, “C’mon, let’s go back outside.
There was the cutest girl in black glasses all dressed up like the big kids.
I want to interview her.”
There was the cutest girl in black glasses all dressed up like the big kids.
I want to interview her.”
“Sic ’em, Callie,” Darla muttered as the pair hightailed it to the door.
With any luck, the blunt little girl would keep the reporter occupied for a while.
Setting down her box cutter, Darla followed more slowly after them, peering out the window for a look.
Sure enough, the Lone Protester stood across the street clutching her sign.
This one, however, read, “Valerie Baylor Will Be SORRY She Stole My Book.”
With any luck, the blunt little girl would keep the reporter occupied for a while.
Setting down her box cutter, Darla followed more slowly after them, peering out the window for a look.
Sure enough, the Lone Protester stood across the street clutching her sign.
This one, however, read, “Valerie Baylor Will Be SORRY She Stole My Book.”
“Wow, sounds like a threat,” Darla exclaimed.
“I hope Valerie brings those bodyguards of hers with her.”
“I hope Valerie brings those bodyguards of hers with her.”
“Yeah, well, maybe she deserves something bad to happen to her.”
The snide words came from Lizzie, who had joined her at the window.
Her normally pleasant features looked downright outraged, and Darla stared at her employee in surprise.
True, Lizzie tended to be overdramatic, but Darla had never before seen any true venom from the woman.
Her normally pleasant features looked downright outraged, and Darla stared at her employee in surprise.
True, Lizzie tended to be overdramatic, but Darla had never before seen any true venom from the woman.
Catching her expression, Lizzie gave her chin a stubborn lift.
“Really, Darla, don’t you keep up with the industry news?
I’ve read more than one rumor that Valerie’s lifted plots from other writers.
In fact, I, uh, might happen to know someone who, uh, has personal knowledge of it.”
“Really, Darla, don’t you keep up with the industry news?
I’ve read more than one rumor that Valerie’s lifted plots from other writers.
In fact, I, uh, might happen to know someone who, uh, has personal knowledge of it.”
Darla frowned as she glanced from Lizzie to the protester and back again.
“Do you mean you know that girl out there?”
“Do you mean you know that girl out there?”
“Oh no.
Certainly not!”
Lizzie waved her hands in the universal erase-everything-I-just-said gesture.
“Sorry, I was overreacting.
I’m just feeling sorry for myself, I guess.
I—I got another rejection on my romance novel query yesterday.”
Certainly not!”
Lizzie waved her hands in the universal erase-everything-I-just-said gesture.
“Sorry, I was overreacting.
I’m just feeling sorry for myself, I guess.
I—I got another rejection on my romance novel query yesterday.”
Lizzie’s brown bob dipped as she lowered her head, and Darla heard an unmistakable sniffle.
Impulsively, she gave the woman a hug.
Impulsively, she gave the woman a hug.
“I’m so sorry.
I knew you were still working on your manuscript, but I thought you’d decided to concentrate on getting your master’s in feminist literature so you could teach.”
I knew you were still working on your manuscript, but I thought you’d decided to concentrate on getting your master’s in feminist literature so you could teach.”
“Yeah, well.”
Lizzie made a furtive swipe at her eyes and managed a crooked smile.
“I figured I’d give it one last shot.
After all, I’ve been trying to get that book published for the last ten years, so I didn’t want to call it quits until I knew there wasn’t any more hope.”
Lizzie made a furtive swipe at her eyes and managed a crooked smile.
“I figured I’d give it one last shot.
After all, I’ve been trying to get that book published for the last ten years, so I didn’t want to call it quits until I knew there wasn’t any more hope.”
“Maybe you can start again in another semester or two with a different project, something new for your thesis,” Darla tactfully suggested.
“You’ve got talent.
It’s just a matter of the right place and right time.
You know that.”
“You’ve got talent.
It’s just a matter of the right place and right time.
You know that.”
Her words weren’t strictly meant as a balm.
A couple of weeks ago, she had read a chapter of Lizzie’s book.
Darla had found it to be surprisingly well written.
Unfortunately for Lizzie and her hopes of publication, though, the plotline and writing style were dated, more typical of the romances that Val Vixen and other writers had put out back when Darla was in college.
If Lizzie had been trying to sell the same book for a decade, as she said, chances were she was out of step with the market now.
A couple of weeks ago, she had read a chapter of Lizzie’s book.
Darla had found it to be surprisingly well written.
Unfortunately for Lizzie and her hopes of publication, though, the plotline and writing style were dated, more typical of the romances that Val Vixen and other writers had put out back when Darla was in college.
If Lizzie had been trying to sell the same book for a decade, as she said, chances were she was out of step with the market now.
Lizzie was nodding.
“I know.
I guess seeing that poor girl standing out there with her sign brought up some bad feelings.”
“I know.
I guess seeing that poor girl standing out there with her sign brought up some bad feelings.”
“That poor girl, as you call her, is likely just a delusional fan who made up this whole thing in her head.
I’d bet money she’s never even been in contact with Valerie Baylor before.
If she’s not careful, she’s going to get slapped with a restraining order.”
I’d bet money she’s never even been in contact with Valerie Baylor before.
If she’s not careful, she’s going to get slapped with a restraining order.”
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