âDo readings for your customers. Crystal ball, auras, palmistry, whatever you want. I offer quite a repertoire.â
âSounds perfect,â said Ava. âUh . . . whatâs your name?â
âMadame Eldora Blavatsky,â said the woman.
Ava looked surprised. âSeriously? Thatâs your given name?â
âActually itâs Ellie Black,â said the woman, âbut Eldora is my stage name.â
âYou worked onstage?â asked a skeptical Carmela.
The woman shrugged. âOne of the casinos over in Biloxi. I had a five-day gig.â
âGood enough,â said Ava. âSo . . . you have a business card?â She winked as she flashed a wry grin. âOr should I just send out a few thought waves?â
Eldora snapped open a purple velvet purse and reached in. âI have a card.â
Chapter 8
â Y OUâRE here,â exclaimed Gabby. She seemed surprised that Carmela had turned up at the shop this morning.
âI told you Iâd be here,â said Carmela, peeling off her jacket.
âI know,â said Gabby, looking concerned, âbut I still thought you might take the day off. After . . . you know . . . the stress of what happened yesterday.â
âYouâre probably going to think this is totally whacked,â said Carmela, âbut Ava and I stopped by St. Tristanâs this morning for a quick look-see.â
Gabby seemed stunned. âYou went back to the murder scene? Why on earth would you do that?â
Carmela gave an embarrassed shrug. âAva wanted to look for clues.â
âOh.â Gabby digested this for a few moments. âDid you find any?â
âNo, but we did run into a couple of people who were there yesterday.â
Gabby put her elbows on the front counter and leaned forward with sudden interest. âLike who?â
âNorton Fried, the choir director, for one. He was kind of pussyfooting around.â
âOkay,â said Gabby.
âAccording to Babcock, Fried had just concluded choir practice some five minutes before Byrle was killed.â
âBut you donât think he would . . . I mean . . . isnât Fried a stand-up guy?â asked Gabby. âHeâs forever being written up in the paper for taking his choir to one or another international chorale.â
âI always thought he was an okay guy,â said Carmela.
âSo who else did you run into?â
âStrangely enough,â said Carmela, âthe one who really got us wondering was the mysterious Brother Paul.â
Gabby looked vaguely taken aback. âWhoâs Brother Paul, and why is he so mysterious?â
âHeâs some guy who works at St. Tristanâs. And heâs mysterious because we found him creeping around in the basement.â
âYou went down in the basement ?â said Gabby, looking wide-eyed.
Carmela nodded. âWe were scoping out another possible exit. Because, you know, maybe thatâs how the killer got away.â
âDid you find one?â
Carmela shook her head. âNot really. We kind of lost our momentum once we ran into Brother Paul.â
âDid you talk to this Brother Paul?â
âTried to,â said Carmela. âBut when we threw a couple of questions at him, he mumbled something about Seekers and took off.â
â Seacoast? â said Gabby.
âIâm pretty sure he said Seekers ,â said Carmela, enunciating more clearly. âBut donât ask me what that means, because I have no earthly clue.â
âMaybe he really said secrets ,â Gabby speculated. âMaybe he was trying to point you toward someone in particular, a suspect maybe, but was too afraid to come right out and say it.â
âHe didnât seem afraid,â said Carmela. âBut I want to tell you, when Brother Paul came creeping out of the shadows in that basement, he sure scared the bejeebers out of