way to the women’s restroom, where she attempted to freshen up. She bought a sweet roll and hot tea from a vendor, grudgingly parting with a few dollar bills.
She hurried out of the main terminal, searching among the throng of transportation vehicles. She didn’t notice the overcast sky and the drops of rain splattering around her. She stepped solidly into the center of a large puddle as she boarded a shuttle for downtown Chicago, immersed in her own thoughts.
It was now or never. Time for action. She would see the doll today, one way or another.
Whatever it took.
6
The wise collector has an extensive inventory list of the most significant dolls in the collection. A complete description would include the doll’s maker, height in inches, body construction, overall condition, costume details, and type and color of wig, eyes, and mouth. This list should be stored with the collector’s will or other important legal documents to aid an appraiser in evaluating the collection’s value. Pictures of each doll are another priceless asset that the collector will never regret taking the time to include.
—From World of Dolls by Caroline Birch
Nina teetered on the edge of hysteria. She stomped back and forth on the Mexican tile that bordered Caroline’s swimming pool and had come precariously close to tipping into it on her last turn. Tutu followed on her heels, and Gretchen suspected that the latest dog trainee in the poodle-embroidered purse on her shoulder would soon succumb to motion sickness.
“Nothing makes sense anymore.” Nina continued her frenzied pacing. “Something’s happened to your mother. I can feel it.”
“She isn’t dead,” Gretchen said, finally broaching the inevitable subject.
Nina, her lower lip trembling, whirled. “We don’t know that.”
“Yes, we do. I searched the mountain and didn’t find her. No one has discovered her body.”
“She could have been murdered, too,” Nina cried. “And her body . . .”
“No, she’s alive and hiding,” Gretchen said firmly.
“I refuse to believe that my sister killed Martha Williams. And what do the police think? That she killed Martha for a doll?” Nina snorted. “Please. They need to come up with a better motive than that.”
“We need to find her and the French fashion doll.”
“All these different dolls are confusing me. The Parisian doll and the French doll. Aren’t they the same thing?”
“Parian, not Parisian. Parian refers to the type of finish given to the porcelain. A parian’s face is white. Tell me what happened to Martha’s doll collection. Where is it?”
Nina, the dramatist, flung her arms out wide, then bent and slapped them on her thighs, causing the purse trainee to duck inside for cover. “Martha wouldn’t tell us. April Lehman even offered to buy several dolls from her collection at fair market prices. In fact, they had a little falling-out over that. Martha refused to sell until it was too late, and I think the bank auctioned them off with the rest of her possessions, including the house. She really did lose everything.”
Gretchen watched the black pup venture to poke its curly head out of the purse, its ears flattened against its head.
“Give the little curly mutt a break, Nina. It’s going to upchuck in the purse.”
Nina gasped. “This isn’t a mutt. He’s a teacup poodle.”
She released the tiny poodle. It shook its body and ran off around the pool with Tutu. At ten pounds Tutu towered monumentally over the puppy. “Nimrod will be with me for the next two days. His owner is out of town, and he’s in immersion training. He loves his purse already.”
Gretchen sat down on the edge of the pool and slid one bare foot along the surface. “I couldn’t find a work order for the doll the police confiscated,” she said. Her mother kept pink copies of all her work orders in the top drawer of the workbench. “The records aren’t well-organized, though.”
“Your mother is rather disorganized. That doesn’t mean much.” Nina glanced at her watch. “It’s almost eleven. We’ll miss our hair appointment if we don’t leave right now. Tutu. Nimrod. Let’s go.”
Nina packed up her entourage while Gretchen checked on Wobbles, who had disappeared during the search but reappeared briefly to voice his objections to the intrusion as soon as the police left. She found him curled in a ball in the center of her mother’s bed, sound asleep.
She carefully secured the house, not about to forget to lock up again.
Nina headed for Scottsdale Road, zipping through traffic, making up for lost time. “I should cancel my hair appointment and help you. After