“Another wine?” Nick asked.
Another? I’d barely finished my first when my mind began to spin around like a dog chasing its tail. Not having eaten much tonight, my alcohol tolerance was low.
But boy did Nick look tasty.
Probably because of my unexplained protest of going to Dunkin Donuts earlier, he’d taken me to a wonderful and secluded little Italian restaurant instead of just a coffee place. Sammy’s Place. Classic red-checkered tablecloths, black enameled table legs and matching chairs with red seats added to the décor. Thing was, at any second now, I half expected some mobsters to come through the door shooting tommy guns.
But as far as I knew, there was no mob in Hope Valley.
Crime we had, but apparently not organized. I looked over my wineglass to see Nick staring. “What?” Did I have drips of chardonnay on my nose or something?
He smiled. Nice. “Nothing. Okay, truthfully, I can’t stop looking at you.”
“What did I do?”
He chuckled. “Nothing, Pauline. It’s just . . . you look so different tonight.”
My hand flew to my face. Did I still have a glob of Superglue stuck to my cheek? Felt smooth.
Nick reached over and took my hand away from my face, then held it. Whoa, boy. His grip wasn’t tight, but gentle. Much like Nick himself. I imagined Jagger grabbing my hand in a much tighter hold. A hotter hold, if that was possible.
Stop that! I shouted inside my head. Stop thinking of Jagger. You’re with Nick, who asked you out.
“More wine?” He still held my hand.
I smiled. “I’m afraid if I have any more, I won’t be responsible for my actions.” As soon as the wine-induced words came out, I froze. That sounded like a come-on!
Nick smiled at me—and then poured.
I thanked him and kept telling myself this was chardonnay and not grape juice. Sip slowly. Sip slowly. Swip swolly. When I took the time to look at Nick, there was a fuzzy haze around him. Very romantic. He had a kinda Casablanca-meets-Bond thing going on.
Suddenly our gazes locked. I felt myself sway. Thankfully I was still in my seat. Nick leaned over and moved the wineglass to the side. I noticed his flawless complexion, with only a hint of beard.
When his finger touched my chin, lifting it ever so slightly, a very ladylike gasp slipped out of my mouth.
He came closer. His lips touched mine with his finger guiding my chin to meet him.
Wow. Wow. Wow.
Tipsy interest zoomed throughout my body, reminding me that I was a woman. Apparently a very desirable woman, if this guy was kissing me. Who would have thought I’d be Nick’s type. Probably not even Jagger.
Jagger!
I pulled back.
“You all right?”
He looked adorable when confused. “I . . . Nick, I have to ask. Are you doing this—” I waved my hands about the restaurant and table to make sure he knew I meant this date tonight“—to get back at Jagger?”
Nick looked as if I’d wounded him with a pizza cutter.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked such a stupid thing.” I felt like a fool. No, a jerk who just insulted a really nice guy. And, besides I told myself, that implied that Nick thought Jagger cared.
Nick leaned back.
I assumed he was composing himself. Maybe controlling some urge to throw the wine at me.
“Pauline, you’re a great person. Considerate. Smart. A sexy woman with brains. I asked you out because I’m attracted to you.”
Again I tried to shrink. This time I wanted to end up under the table where I couldn’t see Nick’s hurt expression.
“I really was out of line, Nick. It’s just—”
He touched my lips with his finger. “I, above all people, know what kind of effect he has on women. But this isn’t about him, Pauline. It’s about us.”
My heart fluttered like a damn butterfly. Nick was really interested in me. My mother would have a conniption if she’d heard me insulting such a great catch. I decided then to ignore any “Jagger thoughts” and give Nick a chance.
After all, it was about us.
Us. Us. Us!
I’d finally been labeled an “us” with a dynamite guy.
Even though Jagger had called he and I a “we” earlier, he’d only meant it as partners.
I took that second glass of wine and sipped until my lips were sore. Then I excused myself and headed to “powder my nose.” As if men didn’t know what women really did in the bathroom.
When I opened the door, a woman the size of Sophie nearly plowed me down. Sophie! Despite nearly being squashed, at least the woman reminded me about my job. I waited until a stall was empty, hurried inside and took out my cell phone.
I pressed #1 and waited.
“About time.”
I nearly fell into the commode at the sound of his voice. Who was I kidding? Even over a cell phone with lousy bathroom reception, his voice made me hot.
Damn it.
“I was busy.”
“Right. How’s the date going?”
I tried to decipher a tone of jealousy, but, then again, this was Jagger I was talking to. He didn’t let you “decipher” anything about him that he didn’t already want you to know.
“Fine. Great. Nick’s a babe.” My words came out a bit slurred. Good. Maybe Jagger would think Nick could now take advantage of me.
Wishful thinking.
“But that’s not why I called.”
“You all right? You sound a bit—”
“I’m not drunk!”
A pause. “I was going to say overtired, Sherlock. Overtired.”
“Oh. No. I’m not tired. Anyway . . .” I had to get him on track here, and it took me a moment to remember why I had called him. “Anyway. I found some information out tonight.”
“Nick’s not a gentleman?”
Hmm. Maybe it did bother Jagger that I’d gone out with Nick. “No. I mean yes. Nick is a gentleman. Stop doing that. I found several prescription bottles in Sophie’s purse at Bingo.”
I knew he was shaking his head.
“She didn’t see me! They weren’t her medications, but bottles from some of the men at the senior citizens center. Medications that are PRN.”
“PRN?”
“Oh. Sorry. Only taken when needed. In other words they weren’t medications that are life sustaining, like heart meds or blood-pressure meds one would take daily. And the last bottle I saw was—”
“You’re breaking up. I’ll meet you at your place in an hour.”
Silence.
I’ll never know if Jagger cut me off so we could meet up tonight—or because the reception was really rotten.
Back at my condo parking lot, Nick held my car door for me.
I can’t remember a guy doing that, ever. He was a babe and a gentleman any girl would go nuts over. Don’t get me started on how my mother would vote for him. Vote? More like start a shotgun wedding—aiming the gun at me.
“Thanks, Nick. It was a wonderful evening.” We walked to my door.
“It was. Look, Fabio gave me a new case that I need to get started on.”
My heart sunk.
I was left in limbo again—with only Jagger to help me. Even with the second glass of wine, I could clearly think about how confused I was becoming.
But before I had time to react, he leaned near and kissed me again. This time my left foot lifted up toward the back of my knee like some movie star. His lips warmed me to the tips of the toes on both feet. He ran his hands up my cheeks and pushed back my hair, all the while keeping his lips on mine.
His tongue touched my top lip.
I pulled back. “I . . . it was a great night, Nick.” Thank goodness Miles had not left the porch light on because then Nick could see the stupid expression on my face.
He gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll call you.”
I touched my cheek—gently—and watched him walk away and drive off—knowing he really would call me.
Damn. What a great feeling.
Suddenly someone stepped from the shadow of the giant pine tree that stood near our porch. I gasped, and then let out my best B-movie scream.
A hand covered my mouth! My breath held, then . . . darkness.
“Whaaat . . . what the hell?” Something cool touched my forehead. It rubbed across it. I opened my eyes. Spanky lay nestled next to me on the couch. I looked to see if there was any blood on me or if my attacker had injured me. Nothing hurt.
Then I realized someone had just woken me up from my faint. “Miles?” I turned my head.
“You really have to work on strengthening your instincts,” Jagger said.
I pushed his hand away. Damn, he’d carried me inside while I was conked out. “You scared the shit out of me! Why do you have to lurk in the shadows like some demonic stalker?”
He laughed.
And here I thought Jagger didn’t have a sense of humor.
“What if I really were a stalker, Pauline? Or a crazed ex-suspect come to get even with you? You’d faint?”
Damn. I needed to strengthen my instincts and maybe even take Karate. Groaning, I leaned back.
“You scare too easily. I got to the door just as you two drove up and didn’t want to interfere.”
My insides weren’t sure how to feel about that one. Should my heart sink in disappointment? Should my stomach knot in anger? Or should the common sense part of my brain ignore his comment because Nick Caruso liked me?
I pushed to sit up and swatted away his hand when he tried to help. Poor Spanky was momentarily squashed. I moved over, lifted him and kissed his little head. “I’ll take a self-defense course.”
“Not a bad idea.” He leaned back and lifted his legs onto the couch. “Just don’t get a gun and go shooting yourself.”
“Aw, Jagger. Thanks for the concern.” I shook my head and curled my lip so he’d notice.
“What else did you find in Sophie’s bag?”
For a second I almost asked Sophie who? Then I remembered Jagger was here as part of the case. Plain and simple. “Viagra.”
No change in expression.
“The prescription was in Mr. Wisnowski’s name.”
“He was her brother-in-law.”
“I have two brothers-in-law, but I don’t carry around their Viagra.”
This time his look took the place of shaking his head. “She must be trading the Viagra for the other prescription meds.”
“What would she do with all that medicine?” I petted Spanky, who leaped off my lap onto Jagger’s. Little canine traitor.
“Back to Investigation 101, Sherlock. Why would she do that? Think.”
Ready to tell Jagger to take a flying leap out of here, I realized he was trying to help me. His “bedside manner” stank though, but that was him. I decided to take advantage of his knowledge and learn something. “Let me see.” I tapped a nail to my tooth. “If she was related to Mr. W, she might have had access to his house. Then if she stole his Viagra when he died and—” And what? What would she do with it? I know women used Viagra too, but Sophie Banko?
He nodded.
A nod from Jagger was like a gold star from your kindergarten teacher. “Okay. I’m on the right track here. She gets the Viagra and . . . sells it. No wait. Trades it!”
“Why the men’s prescriptions in her purse?”
“Maybe she sells them too?” I could mentally hear some buzzer going off as if I’d said the wrong answer on a game show. “No, wait. If she’s committing prescription fraud for the money, then she must be doing something with those medications—for money.”
“But what?”
I curled my lip at him again. “You’re not going to help me out even a little, are you?”
He got up. “You’ve caught on so far. We need to follow her every move when she comes into the pharmacy.”
Excited, I jumped up. “Aha! So you don’t know why either?”
Yes!
I felt like doing a little “happy dance” but held myself under control. The urge died quickly, and the last thing I remember before falling asleep that night was the grin on Jagger’s face before he’d left.
The next morning I hurried to get ready for work. Miles had already left, waking me up, thank goodness, on his way out. I’d overslept after my big day yesterday and my big date last night. Well worth staying up past ten.
Facing a birthday next month on March 24 though, I decided I was getting too old to do that much in one day.
I made it to the clinic just in time to call my first patient. The morning went by uneventfully and quickly. The only good part was that tucked inside the pocket of my navy scrubs top were my new camera/glasses.
I was dying to use them.
I ate lunch by myself in the staff lounge and kept thinking about my investigation. What did Sophie do with those PRN medications? Why steal Mr. W’s Viagra only to trade it for medication she more than likely didn’t use? Was there some way she was getting money from the insurance company from those PRN medications?
I took a bite of my Caesar salad and decided that didn’t make sense. I couldn’t see how she could file claims on their medications when they were already filled. Damn it. Jagger probably had this all figured out. He was still using me to help prove his case. Interesting, though, how our cases once again overlapped.
I ate the last bite of lettuce. I’ll show him. Determined as a toddler reaching for a piece of candy, I got up, cleaned up, headed outside so I could use the pharmacy’s front door. I had twenty minutes left of my lunch break.
And I was going to figure all this out before Jagger.
The waiting room was full of people. Hildy was at the desk so I sauntered over. “Hi. Just passing through to the clinic. I have a few minutes. Man, you look busy. Need some help?”
She looked at me with her sad, dark eyes. I think there was a new loop earring in her right eyebrow.
“Hey, Pauline. I’m swamped. Leo’s out to lunch and the other pharmacist is out sick today. Bummer. If you could help me file the prescriptions Leo filled before he left, that’d be great.”
I stood by the door to the back of the pharmacy and waited for her to buzz me in. Once inside, I looked around. Just Hildy and one pharmacy tech on duty. Good. She showed me what to do, and I started to stick the little white bags into the bins in alphabetical order.
And I kept looking around for Leo.
With only a few minutes to spare, I cursed to myself. Waste of time. As I stuck Mrs. Zucowski’s cardiac medication into the last bin, I noticed a young guy come into the waiting room.
Not just any young guy, but a punk. His hair was redder than my face got when I was embarrassed. He could match Hildy one for one on piercing. And he also sported a dog collar around his neck. Not a fake jewelry one either. A real dog collar.
Damn. I hoped he wasn’t here to see Hildy.
But he came up to the desk and waited like any customer. Hildy didn’t seem to recognize him. She kept waiting on the elderly gentleman who was asking a million questions about what stool softener worked best. I could see Hildy’s frustration reaching the boiling point, so I leaned over. “Go with the generic brand, sir. I’m a nurse. I know it works the best for the price.”
Hildy gave me a look of thanks and rang up the sale.
I turned to the punk. “Can I help you?”
He sneered. “What’d ya have in mind, gorgeous?”
Geez. First Nick, now Billy Idol here was putting the moves on me. How popular was I? I stared him down and said, “Do you have a prescription to drop off?”
He looked around. “Relax, gorgeous. Where’s Leo?”
“At lunch, but there is a pharmacy tech here—”
“Forget the tech. I want Leo.”
“Then you’ll have to . . . There he is now.” I watched Leo slither in the doorway and get a load of the punk. Leo looked around the room like a frightened spindly legged bird. One with a long beak. Maybe an egret or something like that. Either way he looked . . . damn!
I reached into my pocket and took out my new glasses. When I put them on and pressed the tiny button on top, I had to follow Leo with my head as he walked. He sure as hell looked nervous. I also got a shot of the punk at the same time, and switched on my beeper camera.
Could be my lucky day.
“Hey, Pauline.”
I spun around to see Hildy. “Oh, I was just—”
“Helping. I know. When did you start wearing glasses?”
“Oh. These.” Shit. I took them off. “Old astigmatism. Don’t use them as much as I should. I have to get back now.”
“No problem. I have to give these to Leo.” She held a handful of prescription forms.
I nearly knocked her over, grabbing them out of her hand. “I have to go past him. Let me.” I knew she was ready to argue, as well she should, since I really had to go out of my way to pass by Leo.
But Hildy, overworked as usual, just thanked me and started to help another customer. I headed toward the back door, but stuck my glasses on before I got to Leo and snuck to the side of the prescription drop-off desk.
There he stood, talking to the punk.
“I said forty a pop now, kid.” Leo looked as pissed as a “mild nerd” could look. But then again, he appeared almost sinister if it wasn’t for his cowlick of a hairdo and the pocket protectors. What was that about? Who wore two pocket protectors?
“Jerk. I could get them for thirty-five—”
Leo turned.
I ducked behind the contraceptive display. With a bit of effort, I shoved two boxes of condoms—Trojan Naturalamb—to the side so I could still keep filming.
The kid grabbed Leo by the collar. “Bastard. Give me three of them.”
Leo brushed his hands away. “If you ever touch me again, Billy, I’ll. . .”
Hildy had picked that precious moment to turn up the volume on the intercom. “Mr. Alan Rococo. Your prescription is ready.”
Yikes!
I had the two on film discussing some sale and the kid’s name was Billy. That I could remember. I couldn’t wait to get home and see what I’d filmed.
Or find out what Leo was selling for forty bucks a pop. And, damn, natural skin condoms were expensive.
“Miss Sokol, we are going to have to let you go if you repeatedly can’t get back to work on time,” old Dr. Handy said.
I felt as if my father were reprimanding me.
I wanted to tell him he couldn’t fire me because I needed to use this job to fight crime, but instead said, “I am so sorry, Doctor. It won’t happen again. I have over thirteen years of impeccable attendance in my nursing jobs. It’s just . . . my life isn’t what it used to be.”
He nodded and said, “One last chance.”
I reached out my hand and shook his. “I appreciate that, sir. Thanks.”
I behaved and finished my last shift without incident. When I had to go to the pharmacy, I made it in record time, figuring I’d have to find another way to do my investigating. One that wouldn’t get me fired.
At the close of the shift, I apologized to the other nurses who’d taken up the slack earlier when I got back late and ignored their “yeah, right” looks. I really had been sincere.
On the way out, I noticed Sophie walking into the clinic with Joey the Wooer. They chatted on. I followed several steps behind. Geez, I hoped when I got old I could spend my time somewhere else besides a clinic or pharmacy.
Of course, good old Sophie was probably making a profit as she walked.
She headed to the counter and waved to Leo, who motioned for her to sit down. I noticed Hildy didn’t even ask if she could help her. Odd. Joey started looking around at the over-the-counter medication section.
The poor guy. Must have a little pharmacy of his own at home. If he was anything like my Uncle Walt, Joey probably went to the doctor at the drop of a hat. My dad, however, had to be bound and gagged just to get him in for his yearly flu shot.
I reached into my pocket and put on my glasses. Then I headed over to the side of the counter, still sneaking lots of filmed peeks at Sophie.
Hildy was bent over her work at the counter. “Can I help you?”
“It’s me, Hildy.” She hadn’t even looked up, the poor thing.
“Oh, hey. I’m sorry. Busy day today.”
“I have a few minutes. Want me to help file or something?” Please say yes.
“I hate to keep asking you to do my work.”
“I’m the one who offered, as long as Leo doesn’t mind. Does he?” I held my breath.
She shrugged. “He said since you work for the clinic it’s about the same thing and as long as he doesn’t have to pay you . . . cheap bastard.”
That as twice in one day someone called Leo that name.
Interesting.
“Buzz me in.” I opened the door and went in while Sophie waited at the far end of the counter. Hildy nodded toward the bins full of white bags. “No problem,” I said.
She looked at me oddly. “Your astigmatism acting up?”
I nodded.
“Don’t worry about the prescriptions,” I said, trying to get her mind off my glasses. “I’ll get them done in a jiffy.”
Hildy looked at me as if she had no idea what a “jiffy” was. My age was showing. I ignored the fact of my imminent birthday and started to file the bags into the bins. I kept looking for letters in the last part of the alphabet so that I could get closer to Sophie and Leo. Every so often I lucked out. While I filed Mr. and Mrs. Hollander’s diuretics, I got close enough for a great shot.
Leo leaned near Sophie. “Freaking Billy only bought three today.”
Sophie growled.
I pulled back slightly.
Sophie reached into her bag and took out a medicine bottle. There was a small coffee stain on the left side. Mr. Wisnowski’s prescription! She handed it to Leo. He took it, opened it and after looking around (and me nearly ducking into the bin), he poured out a few Viagra into his pocket.
What the hell?
Click. Click.
I was on a roll here.
Then Sophie took out the list she’d had the other day. “Here’s one more. There’s a new broad that hangs with us now, but I couldn’t get hers.”
I nearly jumped at her. She was trying to steal Peggy’s insurance number! I made sure to get this all on film.
The female pharmacist with the black hair came near.
Sophie and Leo shut up, and he went back to work.
Sophie bounded out as gracefully as she could.
I noticed Joey heading out after her. Geez. I hoped he wasn’t using the Viagra with . . .
Eeyeuuw.
Hildy dropped into her chair, looking totally wiped out.
“All finished, Hild.” I came up and sat on the edge of her desk.
Leo came up next to me.
Yikes. I gave a nice smile and became a statue.
“Lock up the desk area. I did the back already.”
He never even acknowledged me. So much for working for him for free. Bastard.
Three strikes and you’re out, buddy.
Hildy sighed and watched him leave. “Go kiss your mama’s big butt, you shit.”
Mama?
I looked around to see the waiting area empty. What would Leo’s mother look like anyway? A pencil of a woman, long and skinny like a beaker?
“Does Leo live with his mother?” Please give me something to go on, I prayed.
“Nope. But he might as well. She’s in here nearly every damn day.”
“Ha. I noticed that about some customers. Like that Sophie woman.”
Hildy looked at me with eyes as tired as my feet felt. “That’s the big butt he should be kissing.”