“Did they steal any of your ID? Your checks?” Jackie had sunk her teeth into my housebreaking. She was mumbling around a mouthful of Polish sausage with sauerkraut, her ruby nails digging into the bun. It was too wet for sitting outside; we were camped in the café. Peacocks wandered disconsolately outside, deprived of their opportunities to mooch.
“I don’t think so. No, the police asked about that. The checks were dumped out, but they were all there. My ID was in my wallet with me.”
“So what did they take?”
“I don’t know. I’m still getting everything straightened out. They left the TV and DVD player.”
“You might want to change your bank account.”
“Police said it was an amateur, not anyone good at robbing houses.”
“Sounds like rotten kids looking for drugs.”
I didn’t think so, but my guesses weren’t any better.
I gnawed on my own sausage and winced as Jackie squirted more catsup on hers. Catsup and sauerkraut? Gross. I had arranged an early lunch for the two of us, using my break-in story as the lure. Two elderly women were the only other customers in the café.
“Jackie, I don’t get why anyone would break into my house and I don’t understand Calvin either. Tell me about him.” There, the transition was inept, but the question was nicely nonspecific. Far better than “Does Calvin like to set lethal booby traps?” or “Does he hate women?”
Jackie considered the matter. “He’s always kinda cranky, not much fun. And so straight-arrow. No bad words. No bad thoughts as far as I can tell.” She shifted in her seat and tried another approach. “His wife died a few years ago. He wasn’t such a grump when she was around. I suppose he blames Wallace.”
“Huh! Major bad blood. Why?”
“Not bad blood between them exactly. Just bad blood from Calvin. Wallace doesn’t hate Calvin, only the other way around. I think.”
“So why?”
Jackie picked at strands of sauerkraut, taking her time. “Well, back when I first started, about four, five years ago, Calvin had his daughter, Janet, working in the office, and didn’t she think she was something special.” Jackie’s lips thinned. “She got hired as the bookkeeper. Mr. Crandall thought the world of her. Then she and Wallace started dating and there was no living with her. She was forever having a better idea how to do things in the office. She’d yak about it until somebody made us do it her way. The queen bee for sure. But she got hers.” Jackie delicately licked her fingertips. “I mean, who would have thought she’d have her fingers in the till? She was such a little do-gooder, Christian and everything. But she had sticky fingers and got caught and fired. That was the end of marrying Wallace.”
“Marry Wallace? God, what a narrow escape!” Wallace in a romance? Sounded like a rhino taking up ballet.
“Probably got the job ’cause of her dad and she was short and perky. Mr. Crandall loves that kinda woman. Maybe she had a drug problem and that’s why she took the money.” Jackie brightened at the thought. “Anyway, we had this bomb scare so we all cleared out of the building.” She finished her sausage and sipped her diet cola. “This money was sitting around from a special Easter egg hunt the zoo set up to get all these kids in. It was awful, millions of them, crawling all over the grounds for these fake eggs in the rain. But it brought in some extra gate receipts. She was going over it at the end of the day when we got the bomb call. So we all had to stand in the rain for, like, hours while the bomb guys went over the whole building. They should have sent us home.” Jackie pulled out a cigarette and tapped the butt on the table, still bitter.
“And?”
“Oh, the till was empty when we got back in. Wallace asked everybody, then he called the police. We had to let them search us and they found the money in Janet’s purse. Nobody could believe it, at first. She was crying, saying she didn’t do it. Said she was set up. Yeah, right. Mr. Crandall went all fatherly to her, but he made Wallace fire her. He wouldn’t fire anybody himself. She never did admit she took the money.”
“Calvin thought she was innocent?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, she was his little darling. I heard him yelling at Wallace to be a man and stand up for her. He figured Wallace wanted to break up with her, so he framed her. Framed her. Just how likely is that, I ask you?”
It was easy to picture Jackie hovering outside Wallace’s door, head cocked like a serval listening for a mouse.
“So anyway, Janet disappeared, thank God. The zoo got the money back, and Calvin stayed mad at Wallace. Like he thinks Wallace was unjust ’cause he can’t face his daughter being a thief.”
“Jackie, you know everything,” I said.
“Oh, not really. I just keep my eyes open,” she said, crossing her legs modestly. “Anyway, then his wife died. So I figure he blames Wallace for that, too.” She piled up her trash, ready to leave.
“I’m still stunned at the idea of Wallace having a girlfriend.”
“Janet wasn’t the only one, but none of them worked out. Can’t seem to keep a woman happy. Mr. Crandall could teach him a thing or two about that.” She gave a knowing nod.
“That old goat? He’s married, been married for a hundred years.”
“Sure, he’s got this crabby wife in a wheelchair. Maybe he found somebody more fun.”
“Like you?”
“God, no!” Jackie looked around nervously, and gathered herself to go. She saw Hap and Denny coming in, changed her mind and settled back. She had my burglary to share.
I stood up to go back to work. Jackie had given me plenty to think about.
“You got good locks on your house?” she asked.
“Yeah, my dad put better ones on, but I’ve got to move. Look, don’t tell Denny about the housebreaking, or he’ll drive me crazy with fifty theories.”
“He’ll find out. Everybody at Finley knows everything eventually.”
I snorted. “I thought so, too, but no one can tell me the important stuff. Like why Rick came here the night he died.”
Jackie started digging around in her black purse for her lighter. “I got a theory.” She looked at me sidelong.
“Yeah? I could use a theory.”
“You won’t like it much.”
Hap and Denny were still in line ordering food.
“Try me.”
“Here goes,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “You two break up. There he is, good looking, straight, maybe not going to be married much longer, right?”
“Jackie, we were separated for one week. One week.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she went on, ignoring the warning rattle in my voice. “So anyway, why would he come here except to meet someone? He came to meet a woman. That’s what I think.”
Calm vanished in an eye blink, swamped by a caustic mix of anger and grief. “And exactly who might that be?”
Jackie dropped her gaze. “It wouldn’t be right to toss names around. He was friendly with plenty of women.”
“Meaning you don’t have any idea. Good, because you’re right. I don’t much like your theory. I think it’s a crock of shit.”
“Well, you’re the one that asked…”
I was gone, striding fast away from more ugliness about Rick. Served me right for pawing through Jackie’s opinions and observations. From her packrat midden of gossip, a rattlesnake had struck. Marcie and the bartender had persuaded me that Rick wasn’t a lying jerk, but Jackie had contributed a whole new dimension of betrayal. My stomach lurched and my eyes blurred. I took a shaky breath. Jackie’s fantasies had to be the product of an overactive imagination and a boring job. But part of me was sick—certain that the worst had to be the most true.
How many ways, exactly, could Rick break my heart? One more? Yes indeed, they certainly could take that away from me.
I tried to focus as I scrubbed and hosed out the pond in the World of Birds, distraught but still wary of all things electrical. Calvin worked on the wire mesh at the other end of the exhibit. He hadn’t let me do anything alone all day. It wasn’t clear whether he feared another accident or he didn’t trust my work. He would no doubt be very pleased to swap me back for Arnie.
Jackie’s lurid scenario might be right, no matter how painful. No point in asking questions if I couldn’t face up to the answers. I hooked up the hose and started rinsing the pond.
If only I could ask the lions what had happened. They probably wouldn’t tell me, although Rajah might. What woman could it possibly have been, anyway? Too late, I remembered to put the little screen back over the drain to catch leaves and feathers.
Wallace marched into the aviary as Calvin was squatting by the drain poking at it scientifically. He kept a long piece of coat-hanger wire hidden in the exhibit for just such problems. I’d already tried that and failed, which meant I’d had to ask for help. I was standing around since I couldn’t finish cleaning until the drain was cleared, and it felt cowardly to leave and do something useful elsewhere.
“L.A.’s ready for those Africans,” Wallace announced without preamble. “Took weeks to get off their dime, and now they want the birds yesterday.”
Dr. Dawson must have reminded him about the excess penguins. Wallace waited to see whether Calvin would go for this plan.
“Fine,” grunted Calvin, still crouching and focused on the drain. “When?”
“Soon as Jackie can make the arrangements.” He shifted toward the exit, done. “L.A.’s just going to hold them for that new aquarium opening up.”
Calvin looked up at him. “Somebody’s got to go with them.”
Wallace paused. “I don’t see why. The airlines know what they’re doing.”
Calvin’s knees creaked as he got to his feet. A couple of decades older, two inches shorter, and many pounds lighter, he faced Wallace like an old lion who’d seen everything. They looked equally matched to me.
“Airlines make mistakes,” Calvin said, “and we’d never know about it until the birds turned up dead in Minnesota or somewheres. Somebody’s got to see they get there all right.”
Wallace looked stubborn. “I don’t have the budget to ship keepers all over the country. Or pay for hotels and meals.”
“Aren’t they paying for these birds? Seems like we could use some of that.”
Wallace shifted his weight impatiently. “Day trip only, no hotel.”
“Day trip’s fine. Send Arnie. I hate travel.” Calvin got back on his knees and reached deep into the drain, pulling out a soggy handful of leaves.
Wallace looked peeved. “I need Arnie.” He stared at Calvin’s back for a moment, then turned to me. “You’re going. You can interview for that carnivore keeper job. I’ll set it up.”
My brain locked up. “Not a good time.” I searched for reasons. “My house was broken into last weekend and he might come back. I’ve got the dogs. I…I…” I didn’t want to interview for that job—the beginning of a greased slide out of Finley Zoo. And I didn’t want to be pulled off the trail of understanding Rick’s last night.
Calvin’s face seemed to say, “Safe to send her. She can’t screw this up.”
“Friday if Jackie can get the reservation,” Wallace said, ignoring my sputters. “L.A. people will meet you at the airport.” He hesitated on his way out. “I’m not paying overtime for this,” he said over his shoulder.
Calvin went back to work with the piece of wire.
“Got it!” he said. Hooked on the end of the coat hanger was a broken necklace made of plastic beads, still recognizably pink and purple. Something plastic dangled from it, dripping wet feathers. A tiny purple dragon with big eyes. “Some little girl’s probably cryin’ for this,” he said softly.
“It looks like it’s been there a while.” Not my fault the drain clogged. Not entirely. I put the screen back in place and finished up the hosing.
Wallace needed feckless Arnie. He didn’t need me.