He looked down his nose at his stalk. "I thought maybe I could ask one of the waitstaff to help me. You suppose they do stuff like that?"
"Probably. But how is the food going to travel from the plate to your mouth?"
His florets bobbed in thought. "Don"t know. I haven"t thought that far ahead."
"Jonathan, Jonathan, Jonathan." I glanced beyond him to where a female in a black bodysuit with a Catwoman hood was edging into line at the salad island. Eh! Jennifer. "Tell you what. Sit down at this table --" I yanked out a chair and navigated him into it. "I"ll get you some food and bring it back to you. Maybe I can even help you get it to your mouth."
He regarded me with puppy-dog eyes. "You"d do that for me, Emily?"
"I"m a tour escort," I said hurriedly. "It"s one of the many functions I perform."
"But I don"t get it. Why are you being so nice to me? No one"s ever been this nice to me."
"I"m from the Midwest. We"re all like this."
I strutted across the floor, dropping into line three people back from Jennifer and wondering if her agenda for the evening included a quick cut-and-run after the dessert course. She didn"t look to be in too much of a hurry as she piled Caesar salad onto her plate, which meant my plan was working perfectly. She didn"t have a clue I was onto her.
"Trick or treat," said a digitalized voice behind me. I spun around and nearly sc.r.a.ped my nose on the broad chest of Darth Vader, evil galactic lord of an empire that existed long ago and far, far away -- like my love life. He towered miles above me, a striking figure in his floor-length cloak and hermetically sealed breathing mask. He curled a gloved hand around my bare shoulder and looked down at me through bulbous...o...b.. of tinted gla.s.s that I suspected were the science fiction equivalent of Foster Grants. "Nice costume," he announced, sounding like the voice inside my answering machine.
"Duncan?"
He expelled a heavy breath through the vents of his mask and trailed a gloved finger down the nape of my neck. "Darth."
I smiled up at him, rapping a knuckle on his helmeted face mask. What was it with guys? Jonathan with no arms. Duncan with no face. Did their brains shut down completely when they crawled into a costume? "Tell me, Darth, will you be taking this thing off to dine, or are you planning to eat dinner through a straw?"
"I"ll take it off for you. Later. In private."
If I got lucky, he might even take off more than just the mask. I tapped my finger on his tinted insect eyes. "Can you actually see through these things?"
"I was managing fine until I saw your costume." Air shot out of his mask like steam from a volcano. "Now I"m having a small problem with condensation."
"We"ve identified our mark," Alice Tjarks announced in a flurry as she seized my arm. Her dwarf"s hat was so big it drooped over her head like a flaccid bucket, blinding her, but at least her mouth was still visible. "He"s over there." She swung her pickaxe toward the back of the room, accidentally thwacking the Lone Ranger in the holster as he pa.s.sed.
"Hey!" he warned. "Watch it."
"Oh, honestly," Alice scolded him. "As if that hurt you." She lifted my forearm and whacked it a few times with her miner"s pick. "See? It"s made of foam rubber." She grabbed Darth"s arm. Whap, whap, whap. Whap, whap, whap. "The only way this pick can hurt you is if you eat it. So how about if you "Hi ho Silver and away."" "The only way this pick can hurt you is if you eat it. So how about if you "Hi ho Silver and away.""
I blinked in surprise. Eh! This didn"t sound like sweet, shy, demurring Alice. What was wrong with her? I glimpsed at the name embroidered on her tunic. GRUMPY? GRUMPY? Oh, my G.o.d, it wasn"t a fluke. It wasn"t just me. Everyone was morphing into their Halloween character! Eh! I shuddered to think what this meant for Jonathan. Oh, my G.o.d, it wasn"t a fluke. It wasn"t just me. Everyone was morphing into their Halloween character! Eh! I shuddered to think what this meant for Jonathan.
"Dumb dwawf," the masked man spat as he hitched up his holster and stomped off. I followed him with my eyes, suddenly privy to one of the Lone Ranger"s best-kept secrets. He wasn"t from the Old West. He was from New England!
Alice coaxed her hat off her nose and latched onto my arm again. "Listen, Emily, Gjurd is going through the meat buffet right now, dressed like Hagar the Horrible, and Osmond is hot on his trail. Or is that tail?"
"Trail," said Darth.
Alice squinted up at him from behind her mask. "Do I know you?"
He shot to attention and clicked his booted heels together. "Darth," he said, offering her his gloved hand.
Alice continued to squint. "Not Batman? You look a lot like Batman. Or Zorro. But Zorro"s cape is shorter, and he has a sword."
Darth whipped a cylindrical rod off his belt. "I have a light saber," he said in a digitalized monotone.
Alice hovered over the weapon, nodding. "Does this have one of those new fluorescent bulbs in it? They"re supposed to save you lots of money, but personally, I don"t think they give off enough light. It"s a scam, if you ask me."
"Alice," I asked, troubled by a sudden niggling concern. "Which dwarf is Osmond dressed as?"
"Sleepy."
SLEEPY? EHHH! If behavior patterns stayed true to form, that could spell disaster! I grabbed Alice by her shoulders and spun her in the right direction. "Look, Alice, you"ve gotta get back to the meat buffet right away. Stay close to Gjurd and, whatever you do, keep Osmond awake!" EHHH! If behavior patterns stayed true to form, that could spell disaster! I grabbed Alice by her shoulders and spun her in the right direction. "Look, Alice, you"ve gotta get back to the meat buffet right away. Stay close to Gjurd and, whatever you do, keep Osmond awake!"
"Who"s Gjurd?" Darth asked, bending so close to my ear that I could feel his hot breath on my cheek.
"He"s --" My attention got diverted as Catwoman sashayed away from me with a plate piled high with greens, her tail dragging on the floor behind her like a broken exhaust pipe. Uff da Uff da. There was too much happening all at once! "Would you save my place in line for a minute?" I asked Duncan, unwilling to lose sight of her.
I darted, bobbed, weaved, and threaded my way through the crowd after her, relieved when she finally sat down at a table that was within view of the table where I"d planted Jonathan. Scurrying back to Duncan, I hopped in front of him and within two minutes, filled an ice-cold plate with enough fresh fruit and salad to feed the state of Florida. When I exited the line, Duncan remained close on my heels, but unlike me, he wasn"t carrying a plate. I stared at his empty hands. "What seems to be the problem? No straws or no appet.i.te?"
A torrent of unsettled air swirled around him as he cradled the small of my back with his huge vinyl glove. "I have an appet.i.te. But not for food."
Unh. I locked my knees to prevent them from buckling. Never having been hit on by an evil warlord with a retractable light saber before, I didn"t realize how t.i.tillating it could be. I locked my knees to prevent them from buckling. Never having been hit on by an evil warlord with a retractable light saber before, I didn"t realize how t.i.tillating it could be.
Removing his hand suddenly, he clicked his heels together again and bowed dramatically at the waist. "I"ve just remembered something I"ve forgotten to do, Emily. Will you excuse me? I"ll rejoin you in a few minutes. Where will you be sitting?"
I nodded toward Jonathan. "Over there, with the broccoli spear. Don"t be long, okay?" For some reason, the thought of that light saber was making me frisky.
"Holy cow," Jonathan exclaimed when I set his plate down before him. "I don"t know if I can eat all this."
I pulled out a chair and sat down beside him, shoving aside some orange flyers with spiders and skeletons and lots of writing on them. "Pace yourself. This is only the first course. Open wide." I forked a few leaves of spinach into his mouth, keeping one eye on Catwoman and one eye on the rest of the room while he chewed.
"Aren"t you eating?" he mumbled around his spinach salad.
"I"m focusing on you first."
He sighed regretfully. "I wish Beth could have been more like you. I bet you"d never run off with another man, or get a tattoo, or sign up for gourmet-cooking lessons with a famous Indian chef whose name is long as my arm. I bet you don"t even like Indian food."
Indian cooking? Hadn"t someone else talked about Indian cooking recently? I shoveled a couple of supersized croutons into his mouth as I tried to recall the conversation. "I interrupted your story earlier, Jonathan. I"m sorry. What were you saying you overheard while Jennifer was being outfitted in a new costume?"
Crunch. Cruuunch. "Oh, yeah. Remember when I told you that the blonde"s tattoo was just like Beth"s? You want to know why they looked so much alike?" "Oh, yeah. Remember when I told you that the blonde"s tattoo was just like Beth"s? You want to know why they looked so much alike?" Crunch, crunch. Crunch, crunch. "Because they had it done in the same tattoo parlor! Tattoos Unlimited, close to the Penn State campus. The same artist probably did it using the same pattern. Can you believe that? The blonde lives in University Park. We"re probably neighbors and don"t even know it." "Because they had it done in the same tattoo parlor! Tattoos Unlimited, close to the Penn State campus. The same artist probably did it using the same pattern. Can you believe that? The blonde lives in University Park. We"re probably neighbors and don"t even know it." Crunch, crunch. Crunch, crunch. "Could I try some of the avocado salad?" "Could I try some of the avocado salad?"
I speared an avocado slice and fed it to him thoughtfully. "You never mentioned you live in University Park." And I wasn"t exactly sure why the news bothered me.
"I don"t actually live in in University Park, just outside the city limits. And don"t ask me what a Nittany Lion is. I"ve lived there for six years, and no one"s ever been able to tell me." University Park, just outside the city limits. And don"t ask me what a Nittany Lion is. I"ve lived there for six years, and no one"s ever been able to tell me."
"Well, you"re on the right cruise ship to find out. The woman Jen confronted outside the infirmary the other night? I bet you anything she"d know. She"s working on a Ph.D., so she probably knows everything. But you"d better hurry up and find her because she"s getting ready to leav --"
My fork clattered to the plate as the conversation I"d forgotten lasered back into my brain. Bailey! Bailey! That"s who"d mentioned Indian cuisine. The day when we"d visited her in the infirmary. She"d informed us that Professor Smoker"s only vices had been golf and Indian cuisine. I stared at Jonathan, my mental connect-the-dots picture suddenly exploding with an impossible notion. That"s who"d mentioned Indian cuisine. The day when we"d visited her in the infirmary. She"d informed us that Professor Smoker"s only vices had been golf and Indian cuisine. I stared at Jonathan, my mental connect-the-dots picture suddenly exploding with an impossible notion.
"Jonathan, I don"t mean to be insensitive, but I remember you telling us at dinner that Beth ran off with someone in her gourmet-cooking cla.s.s. Was it the Indian cooking cla.s.s you were just talking about?"
He waggled his florets. "Yeah. The campus union offers minicourses to the staff and public every semester. Specialty cooking. Self-defense. Origami for dummies. They only last six weeks, but I guess six weeks was all it took for Romeo to lure Beth away from me."
Dorian Smoker, a beautiful, dissatisfied, gold-digging wife, and a shared love of exotic cuisine that was spicy enough to strip the enamel off your teeth? Was I grasping at straws, or had I just stumbled upon the ingredients of a toxic c.o.c.ktail? "The man she ran off with, Jonathan. Did you ever learn his name?"
He averted his eyes. "She didn"t stick around to tell me his name. Um, look, even though I was the one who mentioned Beth first, is it okay if we don"t talk about her anymore tonight? I"d rather sit here with you and pretend that Beth and her boyfriend never happened. That"s old history. I"m more into current events now." He slanted a ravenous look at the mounds of food on his plate. "Is that white stuff ambrosia? That looks pretty good. How about a bite of that?"
The white stuff on the plate was indeed ambrosia, but the more critical question was...Who was the guy in the broccoli suit? Was he an aggrieved husband who was finding ways to mend a broken heart? Or was he a not-so-mild-mannered computer geek who, like thousands of cuckolded husbands before him, had found an ingenious way to get even with the man who"d run off with his wife?
Chapter 15.
NUTS! I didn"t want Jonathan to be involved in this. I didn"t even want to consider consider his being involved. I didn"t need another last-minute suspect; I already had a full roster. Jonathan couldn"t be guilty. I didn"t even have his photo to hand around! d.a.m.n. I...I needed to prove myself wrong about this. his being involved. I didn"t need another last-minute suspect; I already had a full roster. Jonathan couldn"t be guilty. I didn"t even have his photo to hand around! d.a.m.n. I...I needed to prove myself wrong about this.
Yeah. That"s what I"d do. I"d prove myself wrong. I smiled at the simplicity of my scheme, then frowned. How exactly would I go about doing that?
"I signed up for one of those minicourses a few years back," Jonathan chattered between bites of ambrosia. "I ended up being the only man in a whole roomful of women. Not that any of them ever noticed."
"What were you taking? Beginning macrame?"
"Self-defense," he mumbled around a couple of mandarin orange slices. "I don"t want to brag, but by the end of the course, I could take down our instructor with one hand tied behind my back."
Proving that having a broken arm was no impediment to him? Ehh! I so so did not want to hear this! I turned my head as someone tapped on my bare shoulder. did not want to hear this! I turned my head as someone tapped on my bare shoulder.
"If you"re looking for Sh.e.l.ly Valentine, she"s the one in the white tights over there dressed like the Sugar Plum Fairy." Bernice swung her pickaxe toward the nearest buffet island. "But you"re gonna have to do something about those two dumb d.i.c.ks, Emily. You see them giggling over there at the end of the line? Well, they"re supposed to be following those two Limeys around, not sniffing around that girl"s tutu."
I executed an eye roll of epic proportions. "Bernice, would you please march over there and tell the d.i.c.ks that if they don"t shape up, I"ll...I"ll..."I"d what? How did you threaten a dwarf? Revoke permission to whistle while he worked?
"I"d rather have you speak to them," Bernice demurred. "You"re much better at handling disciplinary issues than I am. I don"t want to give the appearance that I"m overstepping my authority or being pushy."
Whoa! This from the woman who delighted in being the thorn in everyone"s side? The pain in everyone"s neck? THE BANE OF MY PERSONAL EXISTENCE? I checked out the name on her costume.
Aha! That That explained why she was being so nice. She wasn"t Bernice Zwerg any longer; she was explained why she was being so nice. She wasn"t Bernice Zwerg any longer; she was BASHFUL! BASHFUL! d.a.m.n. What were the chances we could get her to wear that thing permanently? "Um, Bernice, do you know if the d.i.c.ks at least d.a.m.n. What were the chances we could get her to wear that thing permanently? "Um, Bernice, do you know if the d.i.c.ks at least found found Percy and Basil?" Percy and Basil?"
"Yup. One of them"s duded up like Sherlock Holmes, and the other one"s got a really long scarf wrapped around his neck."
A really long scarf? That was a no-brainer, but a little odd. "One of them"s dressed like Isadora Duncan?" Who knew that cross-dressing was as popular with the English as it was with New Yorkers?
"I"ll give you another clue. He"s accessorizing his scarf with a flight jacket, aviator goggles, and a leather helmet."
"Charles Lindbergh?"
"A good guess, dear, but his name tag says he"s the Red Baron."
Dear? Bernice Zwerg called me dear? I snapped my mouth shut to prevent my jaw from dropping off the planet. No way was I ever going to let her out of that costume. I"d staple it to her body if I had to!
The floor suddenly quaked beneath us, causing Bernice and me to dart looks at the gigantic lug who was bounding past our table. He looked about twelve feet tall, broad-backed, and bare-chested, a gladiator"s trident in one hand and a net in the other. Leather shin guards rose above his sandaled feet. A spiked helmet hugged his bearded face. And below the metal belt that girdled his waist was a loincloth of gold lame that fit him like a diaper. He ate up the floor as if he owned the place, the quickness of his strides creating a definite problem for the Three Little Pigs who were chasing after him.
"Nils," I whispered to Bernice, indicating the gladiator.
"Helen, Grace, and Lucille," she whispered back, nodding toward the pigs.
I checked their names off my mental list. That accounted for just about everyone. I loved it when a good plan came together.
Bernice motioned toward the opposite end of the room with a head bob. "Sherlock and the Baron are slopping either mincemeat or lumpy grape jelly on crackers in the cold fish line. You can check them out if you want, but Doc is charting everyone"s location and movements on her clipboard, so she"ll be giving you the lowdown on what"s happening every fifteen minutes or so. No need for you to run yourself ragged."
"Which one of you is Doc?"
"Margi. And she"s taking our vital signs in her spare time. The person with the lowest average heart rate at the end of the evening wins a prize."
I stared at Bernice, realizing that I"d been transported to some weird parallel universe but not knowing how to react. I cast a long look across the room at Sh.e.l.ly and the d.i.c.ks, grappling with my next move. "Look, Bernice, would you mind taking over with Jonathan while I talk to Sneezy and Dopey? I"ll only be a minute."
"But Emily," Jonathan whined.
"You go right ahead, dear." She plucked the fork gently from my fingers. "Take all the time you need. We"ll be fine right here, won"t we?" she asked Jonathan as she sat down beside him. "So what kind of tree are you anyway? Crab or apple?"
Eyes narrowed, boot heels pounding, I strutted across the floor, circling around the giggling d.i.c.ks to grab them by the scruff of their fat little necks. "What"s this I hear about you deserting your posts?" I whispered as I herded them out of line and steered them toward an open s.p.a.ce on the floor. I spun them around to face me. "Do you have anything to say for yourselves?"
d.i.c.k Stolee thundered out a sneeze. d.i.c.k Teig went curiously rigid. He parted his lips and pointed a pudgy forefinger at me, garbled sounds bubbling up from his throat as he looked me up and down.
"b.a.l.l.s," snarled d.i.c.k Stolee as he dried his eyes. "I think my allergies are kicking up a --" His mouth fell open as his gaze collided with mine. He seized Dopey"s arm, leaning into him for support. "Geez, Emily, that"s...that"s some outfit." Dopey mouthed something into his ear.
"What"s he saying?" I asked.
"Sounds like "Gaaaaaaaa."" "Gaaaaaaaa.""
"Listen, you two: enough with the detours to follow Sh.e.l.ly. You"re on Percy and Basil. Got it?"
d.i.c.k Stolee hitched his wide leather belt up over the round mound of his belly. "Say -- uh, Emily, do you need anyone to follow you around? Bodyguards? We could change a.s.signments with someone. You give the word, and we could be all over you, couldn"t we, d.i.c.k?"
Dopey nodded enthusiastically before gasping out more sounds.
"Is he suffering a stroke?" I asked, concerned.
d.i.c.k Stolee shook his head. "Nope. He"s volunteering to be a guinea pig for any demonstrations you"d like to give with your la.s.so."
"Come on, you two. Get going. I"m counting on you."
"Bernice sent you over here, didn"t she?" d.i.c.k Stolee grumbled as he thundered out another sneeze. "d.a.m.ned tattletale. Even when she"s being nice she"s a pain in the b.u.t.t."
As they waddled off, I turned back to the buffet line, getting a bead on the Sugar Plum Fairy as she exited the queue, her tutu fluttering around her hips like a many-layered halo. "Sh.e.l.ly," I called, catching up to her.
"Awesome getup," she said from behind her feathered mask. She doubled her fist to b.u.t.t knuckles with me. "Girl power. What"s up? Were you as sick as I was last night? Man, I was just looking for the right hole to die in."