“What? What did you say?”
“
Nemesis
.” He smiled. “An Agatha Christie novel. Do you know it?”
“Of course I know it,” I cried, waving my hands. Then I sat back and frowned at him. “Why did you say that? I mean, sorry, but that was weird.” I took a calming breath and let it out. “Anyway, yes, I know the story of
Nemesis
. I was just now thinking about it.”
“Ah, well.” He smiled innocently. “That is a coincidence. Is it not?”
Still frowning, I stared at him, watching him for signs of more trickery, but he just continued to gaze at me with a gentle smile. Okay, this was a staring contest I couldn’twin, so I changed the subject. “Robson, do you remember Max Adams?”
His smile faded. “Yes, of course, gracious. Why do you ask?”
I gave him the shortened version of what had happened yesterday with the
Beauty and the Beast
and Joseph Taylor’s death and my flat tire and the papermaker’s knives with Max’s initials carved into the handles.
He seemed to grow more and more uneasy as I spoke, but who wouldn’t after hearing the news of Joe’s murder? And the mention of Max’s knives must have disturbed him, too.
“Stop.” He held up his hand and interrupted me in midsentence. “Please, gracious. Wait a moment.”
I was kind of shocked. I’d never seen him do that before. “Okay.”
He stood, agitated and distracted now. Very un–Guru Bob–like. “I must go inside and call Gabriel.”
Gabriel? Why did he have to call Gabriel? Did somebody need saving? Or shooting? I’d first met the dashing, mysterious Gabriel when he saved my life in a noodle restaurant on Fillmore Street. I still wasn’t sure whether he was a hero or a thief or both, but he was a good friend.
Guru Bob continued. “I will need to speak with Derek, as well. Please do not go anywhere, gracious. It is important that we discuss this matter further.”
“Um, sure.”
He dashed off. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen him move so fast.
“You are all sworn to secrecy,” Guru Bob said sternly forty-five minutes later, when we’d regrouped in Mom’s living room. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, of course,” Derek said, sitting comfortably on the sofa beside me.
“You’re upset, Robson,” Mom said. “What happened?”
He closed his eyes and drew in a breath. After a moment, serenity returned to his features. “I apologize formy brusqueness. Brooklyn gave me some distressing news a few minutes ago and I am afraid I reacted badly.”
“I’m so sorry!” I said, clamping my hands over my mouth. “I didn’t mean to.”
“No, gracious. It is not your fault. You will understand my reaction in a moment.”
The front door slammed and Dad came rushing into the room. “I got here as soon as I could. What’s going on?”
Guru Bob held up his hand, and Dad calmed immediately. Mom poured another cup of tea and handed it to Dad. He sat in one of the upholstered corner chairs, still catching his breath.
This was getting odder by the minute. Derek took hold of my hand in apparent agreement.
“Rebecca, James,” Guru Bob said, speaking to my parents. “You remember Max Adams and the circumstances surrounding his death.”
“Oh yes. Poor Max,” Mom whispered. “I wish you’d known him.” Her eyes softened as she gazed across at Derek, then over at Gabriel, who stood leaning against the mantel over the fireplace, looking fit and handsome in a black leather jacket and well-worn jeans. He’d been injured badly a month ago and had been recuperating in Dharma while he weighed his options and planned his next move.
Frankly, I’d been worried about Gabriel for a while now. What would he do next? Where would he go from here? I didn’t have time to think about that right now, but I would ask him later.
“Max grew up in Dharma,” Mom explained. “He was great friends with Austin and the other kids, and after high school he went on to become a talented artist and papermaker. Eventually he
“
Nemesis
.” He smiled. “An Agatha Christie novel. Do you know it?”
“Of course I know it,” I cried, waving my hands. Then I sat back and frowned at him. “Why did you say that? I mean, sorry, but that was weird.” I took a calming breath and let it out. “Anyway, yes, I know the story of
Nemesis
. I was just now thinking about it.”
“Ah, well.” He smiled innocently. “That is a coincidence. Is it not?”
Still frowning, I stared at him, watching him for signs of more trickery, but he just continued to gaze at me with a gentle smile. Okay, this was a staring contest I couldn’twin, so I changed the subject. “Robson, do you remember Max Adams?”
His smile faded. “Yes, of course, gracious. Why do you ask?”
I gave him the shortened version of what had happened yesterday with the
Beauty and the Beast
and Joseph Taylor’s death and my flat tire and the papermaker’s knives with Max’s initials carved into the handles.
He seemed to grow more and more uneasy as I spoke, but who wouldn’t after hearing the news of Joe’s murder? And the mention of Max’s knives must have disturbed him, too.
“Stop.” He held up his hand and interrupted me in midsentence. “Please, gracious. Wait a moment.”
I was kind of shocked. I’d never seen him do that before. “Okay.”
He stood, agitated and distracted now. Very un–Guru Bob–like. “I must go inside and call Gabriel.”
Gabriel? Why did he have to call Gabriel? Did somebody need saving? Or shooting? I’d first met the dashing, mysterious Gabriel when he saved my life in a noodle restaurant on Fillmore Street. I still wasn’t sure whether he was a hero or a thief or both, but he was a good friend.
Guru Bob continued. “I will need to speak with Derek, as well. Please do not go anywhere, gracious. It is important that we discuss this matter further.”
“Um, sure.”
He dashed off. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen him move so fast.
“You are all sworn to secrecy,” Guru Bob said sternly forty-five minutes later, when we’d regrouped in Mom’s living room. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, of course,” Derek said, sitting comfortably on the sofa beside me.
“You’re upset, Robson,” Mom said. “What happened?”
He closed his eyes and drew in a breath. After a moment, serenity returned to his features. “I apologize formy brusqueness. Brooklyn gave me some distressing news a few minutes ago and I am afraid I reacted badly.”
“I’m so sorry!” I said, clamping my hands over my mouth. “I didn’t mean to.”
“No, gracious. It is not your fault. You will understand my reaction in a moment.”
The front door slammed and Dad came rushing into the room. “I got here as soon as I could. What’s going on?”
Guru Bob held up his hand, and Dad calmed immediately. Mom poured another cup of tea and handed it to Dad. He sat in one of the upholstered corner chairs, still catching his breath.
This was getting odder by the minute. Derek took hold of my hand in apparent agreement.
“Rebecca, James,” Guru Bob said, speaking to my parents. “You remember Max Adams and the circumstances surrounding his death.”
“Oh yes. Poor Max,” Mom whispered. “I wish you’d known him.” Her eyes softened as she gazed across at Derek, then over at Gabriel, who stood leaning against the mantel over the fireplace, looking fit and handsome in a black leather jacket and well-worn jeans. He’d been injured badly a month ago and had been recuperating in Dharma while he weighed his options and planned his next move.
Frankly, I’d been worried about Gabriel for a while now. What would he do next? Where would he go from here? I didn’t have time to think about that right now, but I would ask him later.
“Max grew up in Dharma,” Mom explained. “He was great friends with Austin and the other kids, and after high school he went on to become a talented artist and papermaker. Eventually he
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