P Is for Peril

never bothered to pry the bullet out of the dry wall. She'd had enough white paint on hand to cover any evidence of what she'd done. Who'd even think to look here? The cops with their metal detectors would be scanning down the hillside as far as the road.
    In the light of the faulty overhead bulb, the wall appeared to be smooth. I ran a hand lightly over the finish, expecting to feel the faintly irregular patch of plaster fill. The wall was unblemished. Not a mark anywhere. I shone the light at an angle, hoping for the roughness in the surface to jump into bas-relief. There was nothing. I made a circuit of the space, but there was no indication whatsoever that Dow had been shot to death here before the car was moved. No fragments of glass, no oil patches on the floor where his car had sat. I stood there astonished. I wanted to wail with disappointment. This had to be right. I had been so sure.
    The door to the kitchen opened and Fiona appeared. She stood and stared at me. "I wondered what happened to you."
    I looked back at her, mouth suddenly dry, desperate for an explanation that would cover my behavior.
    "Detective Paglia was up here earlier, doing exactly the same thing. He checked the walls for a buried bullet and found none."
    "Fiona, I'm sorry."
    "I'm sure you are." She paused a moment. "One question, please. If I'd actually killed Dowan, why in the world would I hire you?"
    I could feel my cheeks grow warm, but I knew I owed her the truth. "I thought you needed to have the body found to collect on the insurance. If you hired me, you'd appear to be above reproach."
    Her gaze bit into me, but she never raised her voice. "You're a very arrogant young woman. Now get out of my house."
    She withdrew, closing the door behind her with a sharp report.
    I let myself out. I got back in my car and started down the hill, reeling with shame and embarrassment. What defense did I have? I'd been wrong about her. I'd been wrong about Crystal and Glint Augustine. I'd been wrong about Mariah, who'd made a fool of me. I turned left at the intersection. I'd driven a block when I caught sight of a familiar figure walking backward along the side of the road. Paulie, with her thumb stuck out. Jeans, hiking boots, the same black leather jacket I'd seen her in before. Nice quality leather, too, and I wondered if she and Leila had paid for it with a portion of the stolen thirty grand.
    I slowed and pulled over on the berm while she hurried to catch up.
    By the time she reached the car, I'd opened the door for her on the passenger side. "Hop in. Are you on your way to see Leila?"
    "Yeah. She's staying down at the beach." She got in and slammed the door, smelling of dope and cigarettes. Her hair was brown and straight and might have been shiny if she'd kept it clean. I could see raindrops, like sequins, sprinkled among the strands. She had unconventional looks, but there was something haunting about her eyes, which were large and dark brown. "You can let me off in town. It's no problem finding a ride from there."
    "I don't mind driving you. I could use the air," I said. I waited for passing traffic and then pulled onto the road. "You're lucky I came by. I'm usually not over in this area. Were you up at Lloyd's?"
    "Yeah, but he was out and I couldn't find the key. I didn't want to wait for him in the cold. Aren't you sick of this fuckin' rain?"
    I let that one pass. "The two of you are friends?"
    "Kind of, because of Leila."
    "How's she going to feel about it when he moves to Las Vegas. Think she'll miss him?"
    "Big time. She was really bummed when she heard."
    "Is she back at school?"
    "Not until Wednesday. Her mom's driving her down."
    "Well, maybe she'll get to visit Lloyd once he's settled," I said. "When's he taking off? He said a couple of days."
    "Something like that. I'm trying to talk him into taking me along."
    "You'd leave town?"
    "Well, sure. I don't give a shit about this place."
    "Don't you have family here?"
    "Just Gram is all and she wouldn't care. She lets me do anything I want."
    I looked over at her. "Have you ever been to Las Vegas?"
    "Once when I was six." A smile lit her face and her expression became animated. "We stayed at the Flamingo. Me and my sister swam in the pool and ate so much shrimp cocktail she barfed in a bush. After it got dark? We went around and finished all the drinks people left on the tables. What a blast. We were acting like nuts. We couldn't even walk straight."
    "I didn't know you had a