She tried to pull the door shut, but I’d wedged myself into the opening.
“Then why are you here? And why did you kiss her so dramatically?”
“I came for the same reason you did: to pay my respects to the dead. Perhaps my respects take a more dramatic form than yours.”
I shook my head. “If you came for the same reason I did, it’s because you have unanswered questions about her murder. It’s not at all clear that Chad was her killer or even that he’s crazy.”
She turned her head so that her long hair brushed the steering wheel. Her voice, when she again spoke, was barely audible. “I feel responsible for her death, that’s all. Something about the painting she did on my body stirred up Chad, and I came here to ask her forgiveness.”
She shot me a sidelong glance. “Does that satisfy you?”
“I almost believed you,” I said, “until you put in the coda. I’m in the phone book when you start feeling like telling me the truth.”
She flushed and bit her lip, but she wasn’t going to give herself away any further. I slammed her door shut and headed back to the church, but it wasn’t until I reached the big bronze doors that I heard her start her car.
When I got inside, communion was being distributed. I stood in the rear until the mass ended and the coffin was finally sealed. I moved to the side while the pallbearers carried the coffin down the aisle, the family in its wake. The rest of the mourners straggled to the exits. The subdued chatter, the relief of still being counted among the living, began to grow as the coffin left the building.
I stood on the steps and watched the undertakers bend over the family. One man helped Cristina Guaman settle Ernest into the backseat; a second gently shepherded the numb and gray Lazar through a door on the other side. Clara, the surviving daughter, was standing by herself, scowling. Despite the cold, she wasn’t wearing a coat over her pink jersey minidress.
I walked over to her. “I was with your sister when she died. I’m sorry for your loss.”
Under the outrageous makeup, Clara’s eyes were wet, but she held her head defiantly.
“How come?”
I was briefly confused.
“It’s a hard loss—”
“No, no.” She gave me the look of withering contempt that only adolescents seem able to produce. “How come you were with her?”
“The woman who came into the funeral to kiss your sister good-bye, her name is Karen Buckley, she performs at Club Gouge. Karen Buckley’s safety had been threatened. I’m a detective. I was trying to see that she didn’t get hurt.”
“You did a good job, didn’t you? It was my sister who got killed.”
I smiled painfully but held out my card. “Would you talk to me if I came to your school or your home?”
Clara’s eyes slid past me to someone behind me. The man in the black cashmere coat appeared next to me.
“Clara.” He took one of her bare hands between his two gloved ones. “This is no time to be standing around without a coat!”
She pulled her hand away and gave him the same angry stare she’d turned on me a minute earlier, but didn’t say anything.
“This is a hard time for your whole family,” the man said. “Your mother needs to be able to count on you. So get into the car before you add to her worries by catching cold, okay?”
He put a hand on her neck to shepherd her to the car, but she twisted away from him. She climbed into the limo, and the man in black cashmere leaned in over her head to say something to the Guamans. He spoke so softly I couldn’t hear him, but Cristina replied loudly, “I do understand. You don’t need to repeat yourself.”
He shut the door and slapped the car’s top a couple of times, I guess as a signal to the driver to take off.
“Clara’s a tough kid to talk to.” He had a light, pleasant baritone.
“All kids that age are. Or can be.”
“You a family friend?”
“I was close to Nadia at one time.” I didn’t feel like explaining my connection as a private investigator. “And you?”
“I’m sort of an honorary uncle to all of them, especially since poor Ernie had his accident.” He stuck a hand inside his coat and pulled out a card: Rainier Cowles, Attorney.
“They seem dogged by misfortune; they’re lucky to have