Knot of This World by Mary Marks

Author:Mary Marks
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2020-04-09T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

Thursday morning I sat in the back seat of Giselle’s midnight blue Jaguar so Jazz could have more legroom in the front passenger seat. The car had purred its way north on Highway 101 and transitioned smoothly onto Highway 126 eastbound. I told them what I’d discovered about Andre the day before.

“If we already know he’s alive, why are we on our way to Ojai?” Jazz asked. “I had to find a babysitter for Zsa Zsa. She hates me when I do that. I also canceled a fitting this morning with Johnny Depp. I never cancel Johnny. He’s my best client.” Jazz was a busy men’s fashion designer who created clothes for high-end clients, like Depp. He also had a secondary business creating clothing for their high-end pooches.

Giselle briefly twisted her head to look at Jazz. “Big deal. I canceled a whole country to be here.” She referred to the delegation from Taiwan waiting for her back in the corporate offices of her oil company. She paused, then glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “By the way, why are we going to Ojai?”

“Don’t you want to find out what Andre has been up to? Maybe solve another murder while we’re at it?” I asked.

Jazz gasped. “What if Andre’s the killer? What if Paulina and Mansoor knew all along he was alive and schemed with him to kill their uncle?”

“Jazz is right, Sissy. We only have Paulina’s word for it that Andre went missing one month ago.”

They were correct. I knew only what Paulina and Mansoor had chosen to reveal. “You’re right.” I nodded in deference to the truth. “I have no proof there wasn’t a grander scheme at play involving all three siblings. But,” I pointed to my middle. “I have this gut feeling that Paulina and Mansoor didn’t kill Royal. And I believe they really don’t know of Andre’s whereabouts.”

“My Sissy’s gut is good enough for me,” Giselle lightly tapped the steering wheel for emphasis.

Jazz sniffed. “May I remind you, Giselle, that I have known our petite Martha for longer than you have. She hasn’t always been right.”

A good thirty years had passed since anyone could honestly call me “petite.” I nevertheless enjoyed the moment.

“Okay, you have a point, Jazz.” My sister changed lanes, preparing to exit the freeway. “Tell you what. I can turn this car around right now and take you back. Then you can toddle back to West Hollywood and do Johnny’s fitting after all.”

“Are you kidding?” Jazz gasped. “Don’t you dare turn around. I’m only saying, Martha could be wrong. We need to be careful. Stick together. That’s all I’m saying....” His voice trailed off into silence.

Giselle laughed. “I thought so.” She took the next exit, but it was to transition on Highway 150 going north to Ojai. “Tell me when we get close to Sulphur Mountain Road.”

Twenty minutes later I told Giselle to slow down. “As soon as we get to that line of green Dumpsters, turn left.”

She followed my directions and

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