that, repeatedly." Nina leaned against the car. "Matt Albright didn't agree with you. He said you needed time to recover, that the shock must have affected your reasoning."
"My question is, was the scorpion meant for me or for Nimrod?" Gretchen hugged the tiny puppy. She would have survived the sting, but what effect would the venom have on a three-pound poodle?
What kind of monster would harm Nimrod?
"We can't be sure the scorpion didn't crawl in on its own," Nina said.
"You had the purse when you and Eric went outside. Did you place it on the ground?"
"No. I let both puppies run around in the back parking lot, then I used their leashes. I had both purses on my shoulder the whole time."
"Nimrod and Sophie weren't in their purses at all?"
Gretchen asked.
Nina shook her head.
"Then how did it get inside? Scorpions don't fly."
"There has to be another explanation," April said. "People don't carry scorpions around with them."
Gretchen ignored April's protests. "Could someone have put the scorpion inside without your noticing?"
"I suppose so," Nina said. "There was quite a crowd hanging out around the entrance. I didn't pay much attention."
Gretchen didn't ask whether Eric might have had the opportunity. The look on Nina's face suggested she had feelings for him, and Gretchen didn't want to burst that romantic bubble unless she had to. Besides, she knew the answer. Of course he had the opportunity. More opportunity than anyone else.
"If what you think is true," April said, "and someone did this intentionally, then the scorpion wasn't meant for you, Gretchen. Whoever put it in the purse couldn't know that Nina wouldn't put Nimrod back in the purse. It was lucky for him that Nina led him back on his leash. Otherwise, he would have been stung."
Gretchen shuddered at the thought. "Then the scorpion was intended as a murder weapon," she said. "Someone tried to kill Nimrod."
The stakes had been raised. Someone wanted to harm Gretchen's dog, and that demanded her immediate attention. The tiny poodle and her three-legged cat were dependent on her for their care and support, and she didn't intend to let them down.
Gretchen felt Nimrod cuddle closer against her. He rested his chin on her folded arm.
"Nobody," she said to Nina and April, "messes with my dog."
"What's this?" Nina gestured at the box of worthless Kewpies stowed in Gretchen's trunk.
"That's the box I've been trying to exchange with Duanne Wilson. I have to assume that the winning bidder of these copies has the Ginny dolls that I bought at the auction."
Gretchen opened the back door, and Nimrod wiggled out of her arms and into the car. She shut the door and returned to the trunk, pulling the box toward her and opening the top flaps. "The dogs broke one of the reproductions, and I glued it back together, but I didn't have time to go through the box thoroughly. Now I think we need to take a better look at these, since Kewpie dolls keep popping up in unlikely places."
April peeked in. "I can give you a free appraisal on the spot. It's all garbage. Junk, junk, junk. Chiggy was really bad at making dolls." She shook her head in disgust while she pawed through the dolls.
"Ah, look here," she said. "The real thing. But still worthless."
April held up a Blunderboo Kewpie.
Gretchen noted a crack along the side of its face and a wedge of bisque missing. "Why so many Blunderboos?"
April peered through the hole in the bisque to the interior of the doll. "Nothing there," she said. "Hollow. See."
She handed it to Gretchen.
"You're right." Gretchen wasn't disappointed yet. She still had hopes that the box of dolls would reveal something important.
"Rats," Nina said. "I was hoping to find jewelry. Wouldn't that be something, if we stumbled on a smuggling ring?"
"With our luck, it would be a drug ring," Gretchen said.
"Why did she have one real Kewpie with the ones she made?" Nina asked.
"Probably used it as a guide for her reproductions,"
April said.
"Like a pattern? I get it."
"I'm cracking the dolls open," Gretchen announced.
"All of them?" Nina said.
"What's a little more damage?" April agreed, breaking into a smile. "I have a hammer in my car." She lumbered off, although having a mission seemed to add a noticable bounce to the lumber. April watched demolition derbies on television. This would be right up her speedway lane.
"What about this Duanne person?" Nina asked. "Won't he be mad if you break his dolls?"
"I made every effort to return them to him," Gretchen said,