CHAPTER SIX.

Batting 100

To Do:

1. ?

2. ?

3. Find good 'how to' book for PI business.

4. Exercise.

5. Plan Thanksgiving dinner.

6. What happened to Helene?

7. Exercise!!!

Several days had pa.s.sed since the funeral, and I spent the time alternately fretting between what had happened to Helene and trying to forget about it. This morning Jim was working in our home office and I was in charge of Laurie, who was being extremely needy. Every time I put her down for a nap, she cried. Now she was overtired and as fussy as could be. I wanted to work out, but it seemed impossible to detangle myself from her.

I decided to put her into the front-facing baby carrier and do squats. Mult.i.tasking made me feel good anyway. What better way to live? Be a great mom and get in shape at the same time! Wonderful!

The phone rang, interrupting my second set of squats. Hey, I could add a third thing-mothering, exercising, and and talking on the phone. I was a mult.i.tasker extraordinaire. talking on the phone. I was a mult.i.tasker extraordinaire.

I grabbed the cordless receiver and managed a breathless 'h.e.l.lo.'

'Kate. This is Margaret.'

She sounded as breathless as I did.

'Hi, Margaret. How are you?'

'I need to talk to you. I just spoke with Bruce, you know, Helene's husband?'

'Sure,' I said, powering through another set of squats.

'He said the medical examiner hasn't released the final report yet, because they won't have the findings from toxicology for several weeks. But they asked him if Helene was a user.'

'Uh-huh.' I stopped doing the squats, finding it impossible to concentrate on three things at once.

'A user, Kate. A drug addict!'

'Yeah . . .'

'She wasn't. She didn't use drugs. And they sent her blood, or well, whatever they sent to toxicology. Wouldn't that mean that she died from an overdose or something?'

'It's hard to say. I don't know the procedures at the ME's office. Maybe they send everything to toxicology.'

'But they asked Bruce if she was a user.'

'Right.' I absently rubbed the top of Laurie's head, which was peeking out of the baby carrier. 'What else did they tell him? Did she have head trauma, broken bones?'

Margaret took a sharp intake of breath. 'Oh. There's Alan's car.' She let the breath out in a rush. 'Kate, I need to hire you. Can we meet?'

'Uh . . . sure. Where and when?'

'Tomorrow, ten A.M.?'

'Okay. There's a cute cafe near my house-'

'Alan's home. I gotta go.'

She hung up.

I put the phone down and resumed my squats. I hadn't been able to give Margaret directions to the cafe. She'd rushed off the phone so fast. Strange.

But she wanted to hire me.

Jim entered the living room and observed me doing squats with Laurie in the carrier. 'What are you doing?' he asked.

'What does it look like?'

'Looks like you're going to hurt yourself.'

He was right. My lower back was feeling a little strained but pride makes you say funny things. 'No, I'm not. I'm fine. Laurie's light.'

He placed his hands on my arms to stop me, then leaned over Laurie and kissed me. He unstrapped the carrier and took Laurie into his arms. 'Why didn't you just give her to me?'

'You were working. I didn't want to disturb you.'

'No problem. You do your workout. I'm going to catch up on my sleep.'

'What?'

Jim headed down the hallway with Laurie. 'I'm going to nap with her.'

Nap! At this time of day.

Wait a minute!I needed the nap. I was the one up at all hours of the night with her, but I felt wide awake now.

'Don't you need to work?' I called after him.

'Yeah. But I'm out of ideas right now. I need to generate something. Better refuel. Ah! The beauty of working from home.' He disappeared from sight.

Suddenly I felt sad. A little lonely somehow.

I started on a set of lunges.

Funny how I craved alone time, and now that I had it, I felt lonely.

I gave up on the lunges and walked down the hallway to our bedroom. 'Margaret called. She wants to hire me,' I said.

'Who?' Jim asked.

'Tutu,' I said.

Jim laughed. He had already climbed into bed and was cuddling Laurie, who was lying on top of him. 'What does she want to hire you as?'

'What do you mean? As a PI.'

Jim snorted. 'PI? You don't have a license.'

'She doesn't know that.'

'Did something or someone someone give her the idea you did?' give her the idea you did?'

I hung my head. 'Someone might have bragged the other night at dinner.'

Jim laughed. 'Oh. Someone bragged, huh? Here.' He held Laurie up to me. 'She needs a diaper change.'

'So go ahead and change her,' I said from my position in the doorway.

'I'm trying to nap.'

'I'm doing my workout!'

Jim frowned. 'Yeah. I see that.'

Men.

Oh well, it would soon be time to nurse and I knew he couldn't do that. May as well stay on duty. I crossed the room and plucked Laurie off his chest. She was like a little sow bug, all curled into him. Warm and cozy on the front and soaked in the back.

'Poor thing,' I said.

Jim nodded then turned over, trying to sleep.

I stayed at the foot of the bed. 'Do you think if I take the case to Galigani, he'll take it on?'

'What's in it for you then?'

'Galigani can't work the case. At least, I don't think so. It's too early after his open heart surgery. But I could use his license, right?'

'I guess that's up to him. Call him.'

After changing Laurie's diaper, I placed her in her crib and twisted the mobile for her. She gazed up at the dancing bears and tried to bat at them.

I did another set of lunges, rehearsing how to ask Galigani for the use of his license. Pain shot through my lower back.

Nice. Try to do too much and wind up getting nothing done.

Taking advantage of Laurie's temporary calmness in the crib, I dialed Galigani. I was still unsure how to ask him, but figured something would occur to me when he picked up. He answered on the third ring.

'Hi, it's Kate Connolly.'

'Ah! Kate! You must have read my mind.'

'Really, why's that?'

'I was wondering if you and your husband and, of course, your beautiful daughter might join us for dinner.'

Us? Who was us'? I thought he was single.

'We'd love to.'

'Great, how about six?'

'That works.'

'So, what can I do for you?'

Okay, here was my moment. Just say it, spit it out. Just say it, spit it out.

'Uh . . . well . . . no . . . Uh, we'll see you tonight.'

Jim shuffled Laurie in his arms as I rang the bell. We waited a moment for the door to open, enjoying the smell of frying garlic wafting in the air.

Galigani pulled the door open and smiled. 'Welcome!'

Jim placed a hand on my waist and guided me inside. I handed the bottle of Chianti to Galigani and spotted a woman sitting on the couch. I froze in my tracks. I must have unconsciously taken a step backward because I b.u.mped directly into Jim and Laurie.

Jim recovered first. 'Mom, what are you doing here? What a surprise!'

My mother stood from the couch and laughed. 'h.e.l.lo, darlings!'

I regained my composure somewhat and allowed Galigani to take my coat and usher us into the living room.

'Make yourselves at home,' Galigani said. 'I'll open the Chianti and stir the sauce. I'll be back in a jiffy.'