Erik lay in his casket Monday afternoon looking more like an elegant mannequin than a corpse. He was the best-looking dead guy she'd ever seen. The makeup artist at the funeral home must have had a crush on him. His funeral was far different from Walter's. The crowd at Walter's service was older, more refined. Most people who came to say good-bye to Erik were younger, more beautiful, and spent more time texting than talking. Across the room, his stepmom held his younger sister, a teenager with heavy black makeup streaked across her face, while his dad, with a frozen smile, greeted people.
Gilda sat on a pew, her heart heavy. This wasn't the way things were supposed to go. Her friends and coworkers were supposed to drop dead after long lives of hard training and making her life miserable. Even Erik.
"I thought he was moving to his mom's place," said a tall, blonde woman in a black dress, which barely concealed all her assets. She stood with two men and a woman. All four wore pouts and could have been posing for a magazine cover rather than attending a funeral.
"He was." A dark-skinned man wearing a dark shirt and a thick gold chain shifted his weight. His gaze darted toward the casket. "He said he told off his boss at the moving company and couldn't wait to tell Mick to kiss his lily-white butt before he left town."
A raven-haired woman laughed. "Oh please. Mick's a pussycat. Did anybody see that creepy old dude he did karate with? He's the one I'm worried about. Did you hear how he beat Erik up after we had that party at the school? The dude was livid."
They all exaggerated shivers then chuckled.
Yoshida.
The dark-skinned man grew serious. "Anyone know how Erik's meeting with the karate guys went?"
"No," said the blonde in the black dress. "We were supposed to go for dinner the night he died, but he stood me up."
He snorted. "I wouldn't be surprised if one of them lured him to the school after the meeting and killed him."
Gilda bowed her head. Why hadn't Mick told her about meeting with Erik? If all the black belts were present, her suspect list hadn't whittled down any. If not, she was down to Yoshida and Mick, which gave her little comfort.
Across the room, Mick pushed away from a lanky, balding man who looked a great deal like Erik. His father? "Get out of my face."
"All I want is to know the truth." Erik's father followed Mick toward Gilda.
Mick's nostrils flared. "This is neither the time nor the place. You want to talk to me, call me after the funeral."
"I'm not going to—" Erik's father was pulled back by his wife, a tiny, blonde woman who grabbed his arm and reprimanded him in a hushed voice.
Mick slid onto the pew beside Gilda and cursed beneath his breath. He hadn't walked her to the funeral home this time, nor had he even called since he left the night before. It seemed he'd kissed her then had run for cover, either afraid of his reaction or hers.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Nothing."
She raised her eyebrows. "That actually sounded more like a major something."
"Erik's dad wants to know if I killed his son," he said. "Do you think anyone would have enough brass to go to the funeral of someone they murdered?"
"I'm sure it's been done before. Guilty people do weird things."
"Stop helping." He groaned.
"You asked." She leaned toward him. "I have to ask you something."
Mick patted her thigh. "Yeah, I know. We had a great evening, and then I left and didn't call. I've been busy answering questions for the cops and trying to get Chloe out of my condo."
"Not about that." That thought had certainly weighed on her mind, though. "I overheard a few people talking about a meeting you and Yoshida had with Erik the day he was killed. Rumor is, one of you lured him to the school and killed him."
He paled. "Can we talk about that later?"
"Why didn't you tell me you met with him?" she asked.
His attention was riveted on the doorway. "Great. Yoshida's here. Time to start kissing up. I guess I should be glad he's putting in an appearance and taking some heat off me."
Gilda's gaze followed Yoshida through the crowd. He was one man who could probably kill a man, then attend his funeral and do karate on his grave later. Cold as a frosted glass of beer. He spoke briefly with Erik's parents, then stood over the open casket longer than she'd expected.
"What's he up to?" she asked.
Mick leaned closer. "What do you mean?"
She inched away. Mick's cologne was distracting. Disorienting. "He's rarely come to the school, yet he's shown up at both funerals, and I've seen him at the school several times in the past two weeks."
"Maybe he's putting on a good front." He shrugged. "Two murders in a week does make the school look bad, and we need a little good publicity. We'd look even worse if people found out we were robbed, on top of everything."
Gilda raised her eyebrows. "The missing merchandise?"
Mick held a finger to his lips. "Yoshida's gone. Let's go make sure no one left another kanji. Integrity will be next. If the murderer is following the sequence and leaves the kanji in the casket." He grasped her hand and pulled her along behind.
"What's your hurry? He's not going anywhere." She stumbled into his back when he stopped.
"No, but we might be." Mick draped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to the casket. "See anything unusual? Anything in his pocket?"
"Aside from he looks like he should be on a date with Barbie? Just the usual." She kept her voice tight.
"No kanji? Focus, Gilda."
She huffed. "What do you want me to do? Search him?"
"Do we have time?"
"You're a sick puppy." Her gaze fell a piece of material. "It's in his hand, and I'm not touching him."
Mick reached into the casket and tugged the cloth from beneath Erik's pale fingers. He tucked it into his suit jacket. "Looks like someone left a gift for Erik, but I doubt he'll need it as much as we do."
Gilda covered her mouth to keep from gagging. She peeled away from him and prayed he'd go sit with Razi, Xavier, and Yoshida and wouldn't follow. Since the three men were near Erik's family, she had no such luck.
Mick touched the small of her back and led her to an empty pew. "We can go to Café Beanz later to check it out."
"What's wrong with you?" Erik's dad stormed toward them. "Isn't it bad enough you killed my son? What are you trying to do to him now?"
"Just saying good-bye to my friend," Mick said.
"Good idea." His face grew red, and he folded his arms across his barrel chest. "Maybe you and your girlfriend should leave. There are enough of your troublemaking friends here. In fact, take the whole gang with you. You should all go home and leave my family alone."
Mick's body tensed against Gilda's. "Out of respect for you and your family, we'll leave. Come on, Gilda. I'll buy you a coffee."
"Okay. That's good." Erik's dad deflated slightly and seemed ill prepared for Mick to back down so easy. "The rest of you as well. Get out."
"One more thing." When Mick held up a hand, the room went still.
"Let's just go," Gilda said. "Please, don't make a scene."
"Erik was a good kid. I was very proud of all he accomplished at our school. He would've been a great sensei one day. I'm sorry for your loss." He draped one arm around Gilda's waist and led her out of the chapel.
"Where did that come from?" She kept her voice low, not looking back to see if the other black belts followed. "That was actually really nice."
He scowled. "I'm not always a jerk."
"I wouldn't work for you if you were."
"Good to know." He gave her a squeeze. "You want to go for a swim?"
Her step faltered. "I'm not really dressed for it."
Mick grinned. "If we go around midnight, you won't need to be dressed at all."
"Skinny-dipping?" Heat surged through her and radiated out the ends of her hair. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. Won't we get caught?"
"Not where I go," he said.
Gilda's imagination worked overtime as they reached the coffee shop. Had he kept his distance from her earlier to give her time to think, or had he come onto her at Razi's and on the beach last night in an attempt to throw her off his trail?
Mick nudged her over by the window and slipped onto the bench beside her. He unrolled the scrap of cloth he'd taken from the casket. "The second kanji. I was right."
"But who put it in his hands?" she asked. "A lot of people paid their last respects. How do we narrow it down?"
"Gut feeling? I'd say—" Interrupted by the waitress, he scrunched the fabric in his hand. "Large coffee, cream and sugar."
Gilda ordered a low-fat latte with cinnamon and chocolate curls.
When the waitress left, Mick skirted around to the other side of the table. "What the hell?"
Chloe was seated across the room head-to-head with Thayer.
"Do you think he's asking questions about you?" Gilda asked.
He shook his head. "I think she's cheating on me."
"I thought you broke up." Gilda bit her lower lip. He'd hung out with her at the beach only the night before. Cripes, that made Gilda the other woman. Her palms sweated.
"What?" Mick narrowed his eyes. "You know something, don't you? What's going on?"
She kept all thoughts of him cheating on Chloe locked up. "I've been asking questions. A lot of things I didn't want to know came up."
"About all of us, I'm sure," he said. "We'll talk later."
When he stood, Gilda grabbed his jacket sleeve. "You're not planning to do anything stupid, are you?"
"Would it bother you if I did? You hate Thayer as much as I do." Mick winked. "Actually, I'm getting my coffee to go so I don't have to look at them. Then I'm going to get out of this monkey suit. I've got some work to do."
"Do you want me to come into the school today? I have some paperwork I could finish up. It'll be easier to focus if I know I'm not alone."
"Nope. I want you to go home and play in your garden. You've done enough for now, Sherlock. Let me take it from here." He kissed her forehead then walked away, shoulders slumped, leaving Gilda alone in the booth at the back of the cafe.
When the barista handed him a cup of coffee, he left like he'd never even seen Chloe, Thayer, or Gilda. Like he had things on his mind that didn't include any of them.
She blew out a long, slow breath. After all he'd done to get so close to her, why was he putting so much distance between them now?