Elementary, My Dear Watkins by Mindy Starns Clark

Author:Mindy Starns Clark [Clark, Mindy Starns]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Romance
ISBN: 0736914870
Publisher: Thorndike Press
Published: 2007-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

14

Danny was sound asleep, dreaming of Jo, when a loud “thunk” woke him up. Confused, he reached for the bedside light and flicked it on, surprised to see a half-dressed Luc sprawled across the hotel room floor.

“Whoa!” Danny cried, swinging his legs over the bed and sitting up. “You okay, man?”

“Dah-neeee!” Luc replied, rolling over onto his back, completely drunk. “Why is ze room spinning around in ze circles?”

Taking a deep breath, Danny ran a hand across his face and then reached down to help his friend. Apparently, too much alcohol made the Frenchman sound just like Pepé Le Pew.

“You’re drunk, buddy. Can you sit up if I help you?”

Together, they managed to get Luc from the floor to the bed. There, he laid across the top of the covers in only his tuxedo pants and cummerbund.

“Where’s your shirt and jacket and tie?” Danny asked, surprised that he didn’t see them anywhere in the room.

“In the bathroom, I think. I hung them on a hook on the back of the door.”

Grunting, Danny pulled slacks on over his shorts and padded down the hall to the shared bathroom. Sure enough, there he found Luc’s clothes, hanging messily from the shower head. He carried them back to the room and closed and locked their door.

“Is there anything else you lost along the way?” Danny asked, patting the inside jacket pocket of the tuxedo, relieved to find Luc’s wallet and cell phone tucked safely in there. Thank goodness his clothes hadn’t hung in the bathroom all night, where anyone could have rifled through them.

“Non,” his friend said, raising a hands in front of his face and studying them as though they were foreign objects. “I have lost nothing but my pride.”

Wearily, Danny helped Luc off with his shoes, and then he moved the trash can next to his bed.

“If you need to puke, the trash can’s right here, okay?”

Danny then climbed back into his own bed and turned off the light, desperate to slip back into sleep, but Luc wasn’t having any of it.

“Do you sink I am a bad person, Dah-nee?” he asked, his accent heavy and slurred.

“No, of course not.”

“Some people must think I am,” he continued. “They keep throwing money at me and asking me to do things. Terrible things.”

Danny opened one eye, looking over at his friend in the dark.

“What happened?” he asked. “Did you have problems with the Dutch girl?”

“Non. She was mignonne comme tout. It was all the phone calls, the interruptions. She finally left me at the bar and told me to call her when I was ready to give her my full attention.”

Danny smiled, understanding how she must have felt, remembering all of the calls Luc had taken today during the photo shoot.

“Who keeps calling you? What do they want?”

Luc didn’t answer Danny’s questions, though he did keep talking.

“You cannot trust a person in this world, you know? Even the people you think you should be able to. Even the ones who are closest to you.

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